Chapter 7
"the weight of a curse"
Sinah:(slowly walking towards swakii) with all the known art in our world the time art is the most complex, the more time you bridge the more stamina you will lose! Many have died because they have bridged time beyond their limits in the past.... "time art 2 seconds frame" (as she punches swakii on the stomach)
Swakii:aruugh(falling down on his knees) what just happed?
Sinah:to you it seemed like i never touched you, but as i activated my time art i had 2 seconds to move with out anyone seeing me.
Swakii : but did you have to punch me so hard(holding his stomach)
Unlike your tribe s heat art , time art needs you to be completely calm. Your mind, heart and blood flow must be in sink .... its sounds easy but i couldnt do that until i was 22 years and i started training when i was 9.... thats why teaching you this is a waste . ... but well think you can do that boy?.said sinah.
"I...I don't know," Swakii replied, (his voice barely above a whisper). "But I'm willing to try."
"Back in the swati village the two commanders are reporting back to chief zitha"
"my king," Vusi began, his tone formal. "We were not successful in infiltrating the village , their security was too tight since they are preparing for war, and again my king.... Commander Sera is missing. We believe he's been captured or killed."
The chief's expression darkened. "Explain."
Moghari took over, his voice calm. "We've searched the area, but there's no sign of Commander Sera. We've retreated to regroup and reassess our strategy."
Chief zitha: well it cant be helped , continue invading small tribes, get me more men , and if they refuse to join my army ..... slaughter them along with their families .
Vusi and Moghari exchanged a glance before nodding in unison. "Yes my king!."
Back at the tshonga village ,the sun had set over the village, casting a warm orange glow over the gathered elders and the tribe chief. The air was thick with tension as the chief addressed the concerns about Swakii.
Elder 1: "How can you protect him, young king? The prophecy from our sangoma and gabon s sangoma clearly states that Swakii brings death to our people. We can't just ignore it."
Chief: "I understand your concerns, but we can't rush into decisions without considering all facts. Swakii has shown potential, and Amizo believes he can be trained."
Elder 2: "Potential? He's a liability. If the prophecy comes true, it'll be disastrous for our nation. We should execute him now before it's too late.maybe that will also prevent the war"
Chief: "i forbid execution!!. We need to understand the prophecy better. Perhaps there's more to it than we know."
Elder 3: "But what if he's the one who fulfills the prophecy? We as the village elders are responsible for the village s safety and the boy is a threat to that!
Tribe Chief: "We'll continue to monitor Swakii's actions and work with Amizo to uncover the truth about the prophecy. Let's not jump to conclusions."
The elders nodded, though their faces still reflected concern and skepticism. The tribe chief's words had given them pause, but the weight of the prophecy hung heavy in the air
"At the training grounds in the tshonga tribe mebi and taka are training"
Taka: "heat art snake rods"
Mebi activated his heat art to increase his speed and dodge the rods and countered with multiple heat balls !
The two went back and forth until they got tired....
You think swakii is gonna come back stronger then us ? Asked mebi
Taka: knowing him .. he s probably already stronger then us.
Mebi : well laying down like this wont help us catch up ..... lets go again!
Chapter 7 concludes