Night has begun to fall as the rhythm of the drums rise. An ancient and primal sound beats the sun into submission and calls the moon down to take its place on the throne. The beat, loud and fiery, beckons my body to bow down to the new throne holder. The battle was lost when a familiar voice is heard behind me. “Has the drums called to you also, Nsia?” How Malicity continues to sneak up on me is still a mystery. Her scent alone should give her away, smoke mixed with something not quite identifiable, but alas she bests me every time. “The drums remind me of home is all.