The Most Popular Unknown Story: Page 01

Albert TJ Moses
Aug 22, 2017 · 3 min read
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The sacred lake was a day from Manhyia and their journey from the palace will begin when the night darkened to its deepest. King Osei Tutu and the Royal Elders were gathered in the forecourt of the palace moments before the darkest hour to observe a ritual and seek the intervention of the gods.

Three heads were severed as they would be needed for pacification. One head wrapped in white, the other in red and the third in gold colored Kente. A company of three warriors will accompany him and carry the stone back. That is, of course, if all went to plan.

King Osei Tutu with calabash in hand, stood facing the Royal Elders as the elders together held the palm wine pot and transferred the strength of the kingdom into his calabash. The king took a sip and one after the other, served the three warriors after which the king went to stand next to him. He looked into the eyes of the king and began reciting strange words. Shortly, he said “Pai” and the calabash broke into pieces falling from the king’s hands. It was a ritual purposefully executed to crush all evil on the path. And so their night to night journey began to Lake Bosomtwe.

Many moons ago, at a time when the gods walked the earth, a mountain had fallen from the sky creating a deep hole in the land. Thick dust covered the hole for days and when it cleared, the hole was filled with dark blue water. It was said that the dust had transformed into rain clouds and poured over the hole the entire time filling it up. A god named Twe was unfortunate to have the mountain fall on him. Forever trapped underneath, he denied any form of life enter or live in the lake.

The peak of the fallen mountain had broken off and sunk to the deepest depth of the lake and within it was one of two opposing metals he needed. If he could get this and the other opposing metal, joining them would require a bonding agent that could only be obtained from the jinns. And no mortal could do it but him.

The sun was positioned so that their shadows hid between their feet. Walking through a vast land stretch of bush shrubs and grass, he led the three warriors as they naïvely marched unto what could be their end. Soon, they got to what was once a tree. It stood barely ten feet high but was thick enough to room an elephant. Black as coal, it was indeed coal and looked like the fire that had burned it had only died moments ago.

There, he stopped and turned to face them saying, “you are more than warriors. You are conquerors and creators of kingdoms and your names shall be worshipped for as long as men walk the earth. Strengthen your hearts, for our task is not fit for mortal men but for gods”. Then he ordered them to turn around and take three steps backwards with eyes closed.

Three steps backwards, they opened their eyes to see they were surrounded by prehistoric trees which blocked out the light of the sun. True to their human nature, their hearts sunk. But NO! Their hearts did not sink to the darkness but what stared them. Red fiery eyes pierced through the darkness and indeed through their hearts as they felt a heavy weight pressing on the inside of their heads. They had finally met death for men did not live to tell of what they had set eyes on.


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Writer/Earthian. You are only truly yourself when you find and engage in that which makes you wake from bed with a smile. Perhaps, that could be what love is??

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