Trending Story: Miriahda and the Prince
A young lady must save the life of a prince from a curse that is set to destroy him, before midnight. Will she give in knowing that he is a terror to the lives of the 27 clans in Ntarah Dynasty?
What will become of the prince if she cannot help him?
Read on to find out.
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Resemblance to any character, life event or other scenario is completely coincidental and unintentional.
Let’s get started.
Episode 1
Mariahda hugged herself as her eyes darted around the wooden vegetation.
It was eerily quiet. Everyone had retired for the day except for the frogs and owls that were in a music competition.
Her gaze fell on some menace-looking men that lurked around the woods. She looked away, trembling feet.
She tiptoed to a crossroad and paused to have a glimpse of both routes while her soul searched for an escape route.
“She’s here!” The priestess groaned, with a fire flickering across her eyes.
Priestess Odu took after her mother who was struck by the gods due to her greed. Despite being in her early twenties, she was powerful and dreaded by many.
The King gifted her to the prince on his 30th birthday and since then, she has been helping him with his deadly missions.
Prince Orku shut his eyes and inhaled deeply. Spreading his arms to the sky, he screeched in pain.
“My prince,” Dragon, the prince’s most trusted guard, called out, but the prince raised a hand.
“She’s getting away,” the priestess thundered, pointing to her left.
“My Prince,” Dragon screeched aloud, but silence greeted him.
“We have to break the curse before midnight or you will be doomed. My prince,” he pressured.
“Argh!” Dragon kicked the air and clenched his feet while the priestess made drawings in the air.
“What has to be done, must be done now!
“Only her tears can save the prince.
“Now is the time.
“What has to be done, must be done now!”
The priestess sang repeatedly, making incantations with a native pot, cowries, wonderful kola and some herbs that were arrayed in a silver casket that laid between two trees.
Facing one of the guards, Dragon said, “Protect the prince and the priestess, I will be back.”
He faltered towards the remaining five guards, “Get her now!” Dragon ordered and took to his heels while the other guards shared themselves in the woods.
Glancing over her shoulders, Miriahda’s heart palpitated at the echoes of Dragon’s orders. She battered her misty eyes as cold shivers ran down her spine. Trembling feet, she resumed running.
Boom!
With popped eyes, she froze at the sight of Dragon. Tapping her chest with her right palm, she fell to the ground, gasping for air.
“I didn’t do anything, please don’t hurt me. My grandma will die! Please, I want to go home, please…”
Dragon crouched in front of her and ran his hands through her hair. She shot daggers at him.
“It’s almost midnight yet Miriahda is nowhere in sight!” Lady Diane stuttered.
The wrinkled lady in her early 80s could barely sit still. Her only granddaughter was missing and their guard was yet to report any tangible information.
Hugging her racing heart, she shook her head and screeched in pain.
She pushed the curtains aside and glimpsed through the window. “I only asked her to get me some groceries from the neighbouring street…” She slapped the wall as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
Startled, the housekeeper dabbed Lady Diane’s shoulders. “Please take it easy ma’am, your health is — ”
“And of what use is that if I can’t protect my jewel?” She retorted, shrugging off her hands.
Moving away from the window, Lady Diane caressed Miriahda’s picture frame that rested on the table adjacent to her bed. She screwed up her face to prevent more tears from dripping, but a fresh bout seamlessly streamed down her cheeks.
“Your blood is of no use to me.” Dragon cussed out. He stood at once and grabbed her hands.
Struggling out of his grip, she yelled, “Let me go! Plea…se” she bit him and he pushed her.
He lifted her to her feet almost immediately but she slapped his hands away, puffing air on her bruises.
“Come with me” Dragon ordered.
“To where?”
“If you don’t want to harm me, then what do you want?” She thundered.
“Your tears!”
“Wha-at?”
“Yeah! The only heir to the great throne of Ntarah will be doomed forever if he doesn’t taste your tears before midnight.”
“Hahaha”
“Does it sound wacky to you?” He eyed her.
“Wait! The almighty prince will be doomed? Then so be it! It’s long overdue” she arched her brow.
“Silence” he roared and she gasped.
Throwing daggers at her, he adjusted his armour and extended his hand to her.
She backed away. “I’m sorry about your prince, but I can’t help you.” Standing with her hands akimbo, her eyes roved around the woods, finding a means of escape.
Dragon released a wicked grin. “You don’t have a choice.” Drawing his special whip that was cooked by the priestess from his back, he drew closer to her and lifted her chin. “With a few stripes of my lover, I will have a full keg of it.” He added, his tongue caressing his whip.
Fear flickered across Miriahda’s face but suddenly faded into a loud guffaw. “I can’t give what I don’t have.” She said, turning away from his grip. She took a few steps and puffed out air.
“Your whip won’t work.” She shook her head mockingly and returned the whip.
“I’ve never shed a tear since I was born,” She blurted as Dragon’s eyes popped.
“Let his wickedness be the end of him. The prince will be doomed! hahahaha” Miriahda sashayed, stylishly taking quick steps away, ready for escape.
Dragon looked back and forth and heaved a deep sigh and stared at the back of his palm. Lifting his head abruptly, he pounced on her and threw her on his shoulders.
To be continued.
