Ancient Prophetess

Ancient Prophetess Chapter 15

Their union became a blessing and they gave birth to a son named Lamba. Lamba became a god given son that established a dynasty that lasted for centuries. Centuries had passed and there was a man who was a descendant of Ideje that became a warlord. He was thirty one years old and was born in a home of a pauper who barely fed his family. His name was Lamba and a prophecy was revealed that he would die in the hands of a woman and the woman was a prophetess. When he first received this prophecy he was not comfortable and had gone home to his mother, making her to understand that he would never get married and that he should stop pressurising him about getting a wife. The mother had wanted to know why and he made it clear to her that a prophetess had revealed that he was going to die in the hands of a woman he will lay his trust on. His mother had thought about it and had decided to visit the prophetess that gave her son that terrifying prophecy. When she got there she met her seated and feeding on honey. She knelt before her and began to ask, "Have the gods of my son abandoned him that they would place his fate in the hands of a woman he would chose to give me grandchildren? why would they have him eliminated by a woman? This utterance had made the prophetess to look at her and said, " Go home women there is nothing to be done. Your son will live better and healthy if he desists from having anything to do with a woman. He is the saviour of his people and woman will bring him to ruin. He must not be married. This prophecy was a heavy one and the woman decided to go home with tears. When she got home she met her son preparing for his war with Abraka kingdom. The king had sent a message a day before and had invited all the warlords in his kingdom to lead his army to victory against Abraka kingdom. Lamba was elated for the message of war triggers happiness in him. He got himself prepared and his mother just stood there and watched. When Lamba looked back and saw her in tears he walked up to her and held her shoulders. "Why do you shed tears mother, have you forgotten the man you gave birth to? Nothing bad will happen to me and I will go and come back victoriously with he people of Adwaru and you will see the whole land celebrate your only son once again" After he had finished he had placed his hand on her face and wiped off her tears. The woman had sniffed. "I am not weeping because you about to embark on a war trip for I know that the gods are with you and will protect young but I'm much more concerned with your happiness and my happiness. you need a wife and I need a grandchild. You and blessed by the gods with so much fame yet they have taken the most precious thing away from you" The woman had cried bitterly and Lamba had held her close to his chest and had comforted her. "I just came back from the shrine of the prophetess you went to meet. She said the same thing to me and that broke me terribly. I am not happy my son and I pray that find your joy soon"

Lamba held her face closer to his and whispered, "You are the woman I need. You are the best thing that will continuously happen to me and one day I will make you happy for even though I will not get married I will give you a child" This utterance of Lamba had made his mother to give him a fight hug. They remained hugged for some minutes before they disengaged and he left.

On his arrival to the palace he was already being waited for by the king and the officials. He was served and the army left the camp to meet with Lamba in the field from where they would head to Abraka kingdom and get them destroyed. After he was done eating he stood up drew his sword and announced that it was time to strick the people of Abraka. The king of Adwaru made Lamba to understand that he needed no captives and that they should lay to waste whatever and whoever they saw in Abraka. The army from Adwaru set off.

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In the palace of the king of Abraka he was seated and was gnashing his teeth. He was very pained as he complained bitterly. "Why is it that Abraka has become a place where any king can send his army to come and attack as they wish. They would come, take my people and make them slaves while I remain here unable to do nothing. This is painful and I know that one day the gods will answer my prayers and liberate the people of Abraka" Before he had finished a servant girl who was serving in the palace had come to stand next to him. When he looked at her he was forced to ask, " What is it and why do you stand there like that?" He had queried.

"I stand here because my king is troubled and I know he needs help. I am willing to be of help to you my king if you are willing to pay attention to all that I have to say" The maid said and his drew the attention of the king. "What do you know?" he asked.

"I know a lot my king. My mother was a prophetess before she died and I know that I inherited some of her wisdom. I know what to do and you will become victorious against the people of Adwaru. You will defeat them and disgrace them"