Ancient Prophetess

Ancient Prophetess chapter 16

The king of Abraka continued to look at the maid who had come to him to say the words that had seized all of his attention. He had looked at her for sometimes and got up, paced and then stood in front of her. "What did you say your name was again?" he asked her.

"It displeases me that my king does not know my name but my name does not matter" said the maid.

"It is not written that it is a must a king knows all the names of his servants. You tell me your name and at once" After the king had sounded insistent the maid raised her face to look at him and had opened up the more to him. "my name is Turu and I am from a village called the Aiin. The people of the Aiin are known for sorcery and dark magic and my mother came from there, as well as my father. They married each other on the day I was born; it means my mother got pregnant before my father married her, but my father was responsible for the pregnancy and here I am, today bearing the name of my mother because they never lived to name me. The day I was born was the day of their marriage and that was also the day they died. My mother was a good woman I was told but she was a prophetess and great one at that. She prophesied about her own end and my father never took her serious as I was told. I was equally told that my mother thought the gods had deafened my father and had made him to pay no attention to what she was telling him. It was a terrible thing for my people on the day my parents died but it was when more terrible when they witnessed their own brothers, fathers, mothers,, sisters and friends being butchered by the angry soldiers of the Adwarus. That was years ago. Now that I am of age I have not forgotten the tale my people told me concerning that day. I still want to take revenge for the death of my mother and my father and for the good people of the Aiins" After the maid Turu was through the king of Abraka sighed heavily and then sat down.

"Turu, I have heard your story but then I must tell you that your revenge will not be only for your people but you must do what you must do for the sake of Abraka. The Adwarus must not be left to be attacking and taking lands that do not belong to them. Other kingdoms have decided to let them alone because of their powers and strength but if care is not taken the Adwarus may start going for the world power and that would be dangerous for the rest of the world" After the king had said this he turned to look at the face of the maid, "While you were talking I sensed something in you, hope, I sensed hope in you, something the Abrakas can rely on. You must be wise like a serpent and you be careful of the one the Abrakas fear the most. He is known to be a legend and has fought many battles and has never lost. He is the one my people fear the most and because of him we do not stand any chance of beating the Adwarus. You must be wise enough to learn and continue to learn and to always be there to remember your people and never, ever forget in today" After the king had said this an announcement was made and the king was notified that the army is ready to advance. The king stood up and walked out of the throne room. Turu sat on the foot of the throne while alone in the throne room. She began to shed tears, hot tears fell from her eyes fell on the foot of the throne and she decided not to wipe them. She was remembering the day she was first told the history of how her parents died and on the day they died, what her mother's last wish was and how powerless the people of Aiin were and how the soldiers of Adwaru attacked even the children of Turu. It was terrible for her as she remained seated on the ground, unable to move and unable to stop crying.

On the day the people of Adwaru attacked the people of Aiin, the prophetess of the people of Aiin, Turu's mother had just delivered Turu and was sick on the bed. Her husband had sat close to her and was holding her hand. Their only maid was standing beside the sick prophetess and was shedding tears. She was sure her mistress would die for she had bled so much and she had only managed to look at her child once before asking her husband to take her to one of the midwives outside the hurt where she laid. After the husband had done what she asked him to do he had returned to sit back beside her and did not know where to start from. The woman was dying and he could not help her. He remained seated and the maid could see his hot tears dropping on his cheek. She pitied him and prayed that her mistress survived. The prophetess, Turu's mother did not survive after the child birth and she did not die because of it but because on that same day and few minutes about she had delivered the soldiers from Adwaru attacked the people of Aiin and the Turu's father could not abandon his wife and he was sure the soldiers of Adwaru would come looking for him and his wife for they had sent a message about their coming and had threatened to bring down Aiin and the prophetess of Aiin and her husband. So the Turu's father was actually expecting them. When he heard the people in their compound scampering and screaming he knew at once that the soldiers from Adwaru had arrived. He held onto his wife's hand and gave her a smile and she returned it weakly. He knew that death was inevitable but his heart broke the most when he remembered the fact that his wife just put to bed and was sick. He stood up, went to the wall and picked a sword. The maid inside the hurt was scared to go out and she thought that if would die she would rather die with her master and her mistress and so she remained with them. When Turu's mother saw him withdrawing the sword she said to him, "We are peaceful people not violent people. Do not draw your sword my husband. Keep it back. If it is the will of the gods of Aiin that I will die today then so be it. I am ready to go and I want you to feel to same way" After the woman had said these words the husband went back to her and held her hands again. "Yes, just sit right beside me to this end" she said and forced a smile.

"What about our child?" asked her husband.

"The midwives will take care of her. I have done my path by giving birth to her and giving her a name but it is the responsibility of the gods to take care of her. You should not worth about her. Hold my hand tightly" She said and the husband held her hand so tight as tears escaped his eyes once again. Just then the soldiers from Adwaru tore their way into the hurt and seeing the sick prophetess on the bed they first separate d her from her husband by pulling the man away from her and then stabbing him on the leg. The husband fell.