This is just a little beginning part of a story I've been working on for at least a month.
I can't remember when I started working on this.
I'm going to try to write the rest of this and get it published someday.
This would be chapter one.
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This would take place in a capitol village of a country named Merdonpoli.
It's a ndoto place where there are magical creatures, kings, queens, etc.
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Drew wasn’t a complainer. He prided himself on accepting whatever he could, and living on. But even so, this was a very small meal. Drew sighed as he emptied his small chakula bag. A piece of mkate and a fig. Since the war had started in his country, everyone’s chakula was limited.
He looked around his starch kitchen. His cabinets, table, and chair were all made of a rotten looking ebony wood. He guessed it would all look better once he got a couple lights in here, au opened the window.
He picked up the mkate and broke it. Pulling out a knife, he got up and opened one of his cupboards and look through it for some butter. He was out. Again. He guessed he would just have to eat his mkate plain. Again.
He sat back down to continue his dinner, when a knock came to his door. Sighing and staring at his chakula for one sekunde longer, he stood up and walked down the long, narrow passage from his jikoni to the door. His nyumbani was barely lit, making it hard for him to look through the peephole out into the bright, empty dirt road outside his hovel of a house. A short cloaked figure stood on his doorway. kwa the outlines of the black cloth, he could tell that this mystery person was a she.
“Who is it?” Drew asked nonchalantly through the door. Drew had become weary of people since the start of the war.
“Child, it is Madame Corliss. I must speak with you.” She said. Drew rolled his eyes. Madame Corliss is the local fortune teller. She had been Marafiki with Drew’s mother. And because of that, Corliss thought that she could drop in on Drew anytime she wanted. And it was true. He undid all five locks on his door, and slid the door open for the frail old woman.
“May I have some tea, child?” that was another annoying thing about the woman; however old Drew was, she always called him ‘child’, “I have something very important to tell you, let’s take this to the kitchen, shall we?” and with that, the small old lady led him to the kitchen.
She sat down at the table, and watched as Drew set about making her tea. “Make sure it’s not too hot! And don’t put too much sweetener in it.” She commanded to Drew’s irritation.
“So, Madame Corliss, what brings wewe here today?” Drew asked, forcing his voice to sound polite, instead of irritated. It didn’t convince her.
“You know, wewe really should learn to respect your elders, child.” If Drew was irritated before, he didn’t know how to explain what he felt now. He finished up making the chai and sat down across from the old lady and passed her the tea. She nodded and took it.
“You know, your parents would be very proud to see wewe now.” The woman started. Oh brother, another lecture about how ‘my parents’ deaths weren’t my fault. I never even thought that they were my fault until she alisema they weren’t. For a fortune teller and such, she wasn’t the brightest person Drew had ever met.
“I know, Madame Corliss, you’ve already told me. That happened almost fifteen years ago. I’m nineteen! wewe don’t need to tell me, again. I know it wasn’t my fault. I know. wewe can leave me alone now.” Drew said, now thoroughly annoyed kwa the old lady now.
“That’s not why I’m here. Now be quiet and let me talk.” She snapped. “You are very much like them. wewe have your mother’s eyes,” she said, referring to his light brown eyes, “and your father’s hair, and face.” She softly ran a frail old hand through Drew’s long, curly black hair. He backed away from the meza, jedwali a bit more, so as to be out of the woman’s reach. “Unfortunately, wewe don’t have either of their smarts.” She alisema harshly.
Drew’s jaw dropped, how would this old lady have the nerve to say that to him? This lady was way out of her place. No one alisema that to him! Apparently, the woman didn’t notice au care about his shock, and continued to talk.
“Drew, wewe are not meant for the life wewe lead now. wewe are a born leader. Your uncle can not pretend he is your father forever.”
“Well, he’s doing a pretty good job of it, if wewe ask me. He is leading us through this war fearlessly, he is a tactical genius. wewe should really just leave this topic alone.” Drew alisema disapprovingly.
“You can say that again. How do wewe know that he is not the one who started the war? How do wewe know that he isn’t the one who killed your parents? Ever since he was a small child, he was very greedy, and jealous of your father. He could very easily have hired a few Dezarnian mercenaries to kill your father. Then, blame the Dezarnian government for their murder, and attacked their capitol, trying to cover up the fact that he was behind it. And then, conveniently, while on the way to Meadonia to ask the princess for her hand, your brother was killed? And your uncle took custody of you, and put wewe in the army, so as to possibly kill you, but at least keep wewe under his watchful eye. Drew, listen, it is not salama for wewe here in Merdonpoli anymore. wewe must travel to Dragomria. I am going there this week, if wewe want to come” She was cut off kwa an enraged Drew.
“My uncle wouldn’t do anything like that, he loves his country, and his brother. wewe are just a crazy old witch wewe know nothing. Get out. Now.” The old lady became very solemn.
“Very well.” And with that, she disappeared, right into thin air. Drew was too angry to care, though it was a bit shocking.
Drew sat back down and continued to eat his ‘dinner’. He kept thinking about what the fortune teller had told him, becoming zaidi irate at each turn of his thoughts. But then again, rethinking all that Madame Corliss had made sense, in the most nonsensical way. How could someone turn on their brother, let alone kill him? That just doesn’t make sense! Then again, he didn’t seem too sad at his father’s funeral. He just alisema how the country ‘had Lost a great leader’, and announced that, until Drew’s older brother married, he would act as king, and that his first action as ‘king’, he would launch an attack on the homeland of the the assassins who killed his brother, which would be Dezarnia. A mwezi later, Drew’s brother went missing, and assumed dead. Nothing Madame Corliss alisema usually made perfect sense, though she usually spoke the truth. Even so, Drew chose to ignore her, and his conscience.


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