EPISODE 1: SEEDS OF DOUBT
The village lay nestled between mist-covered mountains and winding rivers, its houses clustered like secret-keepers in the shadows of the towering peaks. In one of these humble homes lived Zara, a woman known for her grace and gentle beauty. She had always been devoted to her husband, Zulu, who was as much her anchor as he was her joy. Their laughter once rang through their small home like the song of morning birds. Their life together had been simple yet full, like a well-tended fire that needed little more than each other to burn brightly.
But the warmth that had defined their marriage was fading, slipping away as if carried by the cool mountain breeze. Zara had noticed subtle shifts in Zulu’s demeanor—small things at first, so easily dismissed. He lingered longer in the village after work than usual, his hands rough and calloused from labor but colder when he held her at night. He grew quiet, withdrawing into himself, his attention drifting as though his thoughts had taken root somewhere far beyond their home.
Zara found herself plagued by doubts that she couldn’t shake, her mind tracing through every word, every look, every moment they shared. She would catch herself staring at the door in the evenings, counting the minutes as they stretched on, willing it to open, hoping he would walk through with the old warmth in his eyes.
One night, after hours of waiting, Zulu finally returned, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Zara’s heart raced as he entered, the hope in her chest threatening to burst. But his eyes—those eyes that had once been so full of love—were distant and blank, as though he were seeing someone else, somewhere else.
She tried to reach him, her voice soft, her words woven with care and tenderness. “Is everything alright, my love? You’ve seemed... troubled, lately.”
Zulu gave a dismissive nod, brushing past her to pour himself a drink. “I’ve just had a long day, Zara. Nothing more.”
He didn’t meet her gaze, and the coldness of his indifference settled in her bones. Zara swallowed, forcing herself to remain calm, even as her hands trembled. Her husband was slipping away from her, his affection turning brittle, a withered remnant of what had once been vibrant and full of life.
The days continued to pass, each one bringing more distance, more silence. Zara tried everything she could think of to rekindle the spark between them—she prepared his favorite meals, greeted him with gentle touches, whispered words of love and memories shared. But he was like a shadow in their home, present yet unreachable. Despair clawed at her heart, whispering fears she dared not voice aloud. She felt trapped, caught in an endless cycle of longing and loneliness, as though she were watching him walk further and further away into a place she could never follow.
One afternoon, as she wandered through the village market, she overheard two older women gossiping near the spice stall. They whispered about strange happenings and dark powers, their voices low but filled with urgency. Zara slowed her steps, her ears straining to catch their words.
“Did you hear about the sorcerer, Elimu?” one woman murmured, her voice laden with both reverence and fear. “They say he can bind hearts, twist the mind—people go to him with impossible desires, and somehow, he makes them come true.”
The other woman shuddered, glancing around as if afraid they might be overheard. “He deals in dangerous things, though. Not everything that glitters is gold, they say. His spells come at a cost.”
Zara lingered, her heart racing with a strange thrill, even as caution tugged at her. She had heard of Elimu before, of course—rumors and hushed warnings about the reclusive sorcerer who lived at the edge of the village, in a shadowed hut half-hidden by twisted trees. Few dared to visit him, and those who did rarely spoke of their encounters. But the idea planted itself in her mind, a dark, dangerous seed of hope that seemed to grow with each passing day.
That evening, after another tense, silent meal, Zara lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as a single thought echoed in her mind: What if Elimu could help me? She tossed and turned, torn between the lingering love she had for Zulu and the gnawing ache of losing him, bit by bit. She had done everything she could think of to bring him back to her, yet nothing had worked. Maybe, just maybe, she needed something beyond herself to mend what had been broken.
As dawn’s first light crept through the window, Zara made up her mind. She would go to Elimu. She would risk everything, even her soul, if it meant she might hold onto Zulu’s love. Her heart ached with longing, and her resolve grew, solidifying like stone within her chest.
The thought of speaking to Elimu filled Zara's mind with so much dread, but it also brought a sliver of hope—a lifeline in the dark sea of her despair. She would not lose Zulu, not without a fight, and if this mysterious sorcerer was the only one who could help her, then she would face him.
Tomorrow, she would venture to the edge of the village, past the gnarled trees and the fearful whispers that clung to the air like a shroud, to seek the one person who might give her the power to bind her husband’s heart to hers once more. She could feel the weight of her decision pressing down on her, a mix of hope and desperation fueling her determination. As night fell, she spent her last hours in a tumult of emotions, imagining the sorcerer's enigmatic presence and wondering what price she might have to pay for his help. Each heartbeat resonated with her growing anxiety, yet she knew there was no turning back now.
