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Amber and the Enchanted Sword - Chapters One and Two


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Chapter One


Amber Robinson and Bissau sat face to face staring at the tennis ball in Amber’s palm. Bissau’s deep brown face was tight with concentration, but Amber’s emotions were less focused. Her gaze kept drifting to Bissau’s eyes, light brown orbs with flecks of gold. He had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen for a boy.

“Amber,” Bissau said.

“What?” she replied.

“You’re supposed to be concentrating on the ball.”

Amber jumped. “Yeah, that’s right.”

She turned her attention back to the ball, her forehead furrowed with wrinkles.

“This isn’t working,” she said.

“It would if you focused,” Bissau replied.

Amber wrapped her fingers around the ball, drew her hand back then threw the ball by Bissau’s head. It bounced off the bleachers of the soccer field down to the track.

“It’s not my skill,” she said. “You said everyone is blessed with a certain nyama. Apparently, levitation is not mine.”

“It is,” Bissau said. “You have to practice.”

“Why do you believe so much?” Amber said.

“Because Master Jakada said it is in your capacity,” Bissau answered.

“Master Jakada could be wrong.”

Bissau gasped. “Master Jakada is never wrong!”

Amber shrugged. “There’s a first time for everything.”

“I’m not going to sit here and listen to you insult Master Jakada,” he said. “I have soccer practice soon. I’ll see you later.”

Bissau picked up his books then sauntered away. Amber watched him with mixed emotions. This was not the way it was supposed to be. She expected things to be tough at her new school, and it was. Making new friends had not been easy; her classmates and some of her teachers were upset by her presence and expected her to be behind the curve coming from a public school. She proved them wrong, which seemed to make them more upset. Nothing like seeing your certainty smashed into little pieces, she guessed. And then there was soccer. The girls on her team had played together most their lives. They were familiar with each other’s strengths and weaknesses. Amber was an unknown, and none of them seemed eager to get to know her. Except Britani. The tall, lanky junior seemed out of place on the field, but she possessed a natural grace that reminded Amber of Jasmine The rumor was Britani was a soccer phenom from Puerto Rico. Maybe that was why she took to Amber. She wasn’t threatened by her. Amber rubbed her temples. All this thinking was making her head hurt.

“Amber, catch!”

Amber looks up to see Bissau throwing the tennis ball to her and she caught it.

“Keep practicing,” he said before turning and walking away.

Amber opened her hand then focused on the tennis ball.

“Rise up, stupid ball,” she whispered.

The tennis ball shimmered against her palm then launched upward like a round rocket into the clouds. Amber’s eyes went wide with shock and glee.

“Hey, Bissau!” she shouted. “Hey!”

She jumped from the bleachers, running after Bissau.

“Bissau! I did it!”

Bissau turned about, a smile on his face.

“Where is the tennis ball?”

Amber pointed up.

Bissau’s smile faded.

“How high?”

Amber shrugged. “I don’t know. The moon, maybe?”

Bissau smiled. “I knew you could do it, but you must learn how to control it.”

Amber folded her arms across her chest.

“I’m still trying to figure out why you’re so called training me. Let me see you levitate a ball.”

Bissau sighed. “You know I can’t. I need to go, and you do, too. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“Whatever,” Amber said.

She trudged to the girls’ soccer field. Her teammates straggled in, talking and jibing each other. Their conversations diminished as Amber approached.

“Hey, Amber!”

She turned to see Britani jogging toward her, a soccer ball under her arm. Amber forced a smile to her face.

“Hey, Britani!”

“Britani threw up a hand for a high five and Amber obliged. She knew then what bothered her about Britani. She was trying too hard.

“What’s up, gurl?” Britani asked.

“Same old same old,” Amber replied.

Britani sucked her teeth. “I know that’s right. Ready to show these kittens how to play football?”

Amber grinned despite herself. She was really trying not to like Britani.

Britani opened her arm, dropping the ball. She kicked it up then kneed it to Amber. Amber bounced it back with her head.

“Hey,” Britani said. “What’s up with you and Bissau? Y’all like cousins or something?”

Amber stiffened and almost missed her turn passing the ball.

“We’re friends,” she replied.

“Friend friends, or girlfriend boyfriend?”

Amber hesitated. Why, she didn’t know.

“Friend friends…I guess.”

Britani frowned. “Don’t be guessing. I need to know.”

Amber cut her eyes at Britani.

“Why?”

Britani rolled her eyes.

“You need to ask? That boy is cute, and fine.”

“And a bit short for you,” Amber replied.

“I’m not complaining, and I know he won’t.”

Amber kicked the ball hard. It zoomed over Britani’s head.

“Sorry,” she said. Not sorry, she thought.

Britani trotted to retrieve the ball as Amber strolled to join the others. She ignored the tepid smiles and greetings of her teammates.

“Robinson,” Coach Sandalwood called out.

Amber turned her head toward the coach. Mary Sandalwood was a stocky built woman with short cut red hair and pale freckled skin. In her youth she’d been a no-nonsense defensive player and had the distinction of playing on the US Olympic soccer team, as well as a few years as a pro in Europe. Her personal style of play reflected in the team. They were known for their impenetrable defense and straight forward offense; a direct opposite of the style Amber was used to playing. Amber adapted, but it was obvious the coach had little use for her skills.

“Yes coach?”

Coach Sandalwood attempted to smile, which was like watching a snake try to shake hands.

“I want to try something different today,” she said. “I want you to play defense.”

Amber’s mouth dropped open.

“Defense? I haven’t played defense since elementary school!”

“So, you have some experience then.”

“Uhm…no!”

The coach cradled her tablet against her chest.

“You’re a great player, very versatile,” she said. “You know defense is our strength, and I only ask the best players.”

“What about Cynthia?” Amber asked.

“Cynthia’s a great forward,” the coach said. “But she doesn’t have your versatility. You would make our defense impenetrable.”

“How do you know?” Amber asked. “Like I said, I haven’t played defense since elementary school.”

“Trust me,” the coach replied. “There’s reason I’m the best soccer coach in the state.”

Amber was proud of the fact that she didn’t roll her eyes. The truth was Cynthia Hollingsworth was the face of the Wildcats. Everyone loved to watch her sprint up and down the field, her blond ponytail bouncing behind her as she dribbled the ball with imperfect precision to barely score. After the game the local media gathered around her, marveling in her skills and predicting her amazing college and pro career to come. But there was no fighting it.

“Okay,” Amber surrendered. “I’ll give it a try.”

“Carole!” the coached called out.

Carole Simpson strolled up to the coach. The straw blond girl was their best defensive player, destined to receive accolades for her abilities.

“What’s up, coach?” Carole said in her syrupy southern drawl.

“Sit this scrimmage out,” the coach replied. “Amber’s playing your position.”

Carole’s eyes widened then narrowed as she glared at Amber.

“She’s not defense,” Carole said.

“She is today,” the coach replied. “Sit.”

Carole gave Amber a hard stare before trudging to the bench.

“Thanks coach, another enemy,” Amber thought.

Coach Sandalwood sat down her tablet then blew her whistle.

“Okay everyone, let’s hard scrimmage!” she shouted. “First team!”

The coach looked at Amber.

“That’s you, Amber.”

Amber rolled her eyes as she jogged onto the field. Not only was she being forced to play defense, Coach Sandalwood was having her play with the first team. The other players were looking at her with disdain while hand gesturing with Carole on the bench. Everyone except Britani. She threw up a peace sign.

“Alright now woman!” she shouted. “Let’s see what you got!”

The scrimmage began. Amber felt useless as she waited in the back field for the action to come her way. It didn’t take long. Britani worked her way down the field with her usual style, trailed by Cynthia. The two displayed great dribbling; Amber had to admit Cynthia was better than she gave her credit for. They worked their way toward Amber. They were challenging her off the rip. Amber backpedaled until she knew who was going to go for the goal. As she suspected Britani passed to Cynthia for the shot. Amber was halfway to her before Britani kicked the ball in her direction. Amber intercepted the pass as a mischievous smile came to her face.

“Time for some real practice,” Amber said.

She kicked the ball hard. It soared high as Amber reached out for it with her nyama. She guided the ball over everyone’s head to the opposite goal, catching the goalie off guard. But Penny Rothchild was good. She adjusted, diving for the incoming ball, her body extended and hands outstretched. Amber gave the ball a nudge and it just cleared Penny’s hands. It hit the ground just before the goal then rolled into the net. Everyone froze in stunned silence.

“Damn!” Britani shouted.

“Language!” the coach replied.

Amber grinned as she strolled back to her position.

“Lucky kick,” she said to the coach.

“Obviously,” the coach replied.

Amber was rewarded by the astonished looks from her teammates. The rest of practice was as normal as practice could be with Amber playing defense. She didn’t do as bad as she thought she would; Cynthia and Britani took advantage of her rusty skills, but Amber held her own at times. As practice came to an end Amber noticed the impressed looks on everyone’s faces. The coach trotted up to her, a grin on her face.

“Not bad,” she said.

“This isn’t going to be permanent, is it coach?” Amber asked.

“No,” the coach replied. “You’re still a forward. It’s good to know we could use you if injuries forced us.”

Amber smiled. She dodged that bullet. She trotted to the locker room; Britani came up beside her.

“Look at you!” she said. “Playing defense like a beast!”

Amber smirked. “What can I say? I’m good like that.”

Amber changed quickly then headed for the parking lot. She never knew which of her parents would be available to pick her up, but someone would be waiting. She met Bissau on the way to the lot. He was frowning.

“What’s wrong? Something go wrong in practice?”

“No,” he said. “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“That kick?”

Bissau took out his phone, the screen filled her ‘miraculous’ goal.’ It already had over a thousand likes.

“Wow. Lucky shot, huh?”

“You and I both know that had nothing to do with luck.”

They reached the curb. Neither of her parents had arrived so they sat on the curb to wait.

“Amber, you must take this seriously. You’ve been granted powers that have to be respected.”

“I thought you’d be impressed,” Amber said.

“Actually, I am,” Bissau replied. “It didn’t take you long to learn control. Why do you think that was so?”

Amber shrugged. “I don’t know. I was pissed that coach put me on defense.”

“So your emotions help you control your nyama. That could be good and bad. I must consult Master Jakada about this.”

“And just how to you do that?” Amber asked. “And why is he not talking directly to me?”

Bissau looked uncomfortable. “It’s complicated.”

Amber folded her arms. “Try.”

“Amber! Bissau!”

Britani fast walked up to them. Amber dropped her head and rolled her eyes.

“This thirsty girl,” she whispered.

She sat down beside Bissau.

“How was practice?”

“It was good,” Bissau replied. “And yours?”

“It could have been better, if Amber didn’t ruin it.”

“Don’t blame me,” Amber said. “It’s the coach’s fault. And you should play better.”

Britani let out a girlish giggle and Amber rolled her eyes.

“So Bissau, what are you doing . . .”

“Amber!”

Amber sighed with relief as mama rolled up in her SUV, waving like she hadn’t seen Amber in years. But that was mama. Amber jumped up, grabbed Bissau’s arm and began dragging him toward the car.

“We’ll see you Monday!” she said to Britani. She opened the back door then shoved Bissau inside the car.

“Uh, okay. Bye Amber. Bye Bissau!”

“That was rude,” Bissau said

“She was rude,” Amber replied. “Busting up into our conversation.”

“She was trying to be friendly. You are friends, aren’t you?”

“She was talking to you, not me.”

Bissau stopped. “What are you talking about?”

Amber sucked her teeth. “Never mind.”

Amber took the front passenger seat. She hugged mama and mama kissed her cheek.

“Hey, baby.”

‘Hey mama.”

“Hello Mrs. Robinson,” Bissau said.

Mama turned and shared her famous smile with Bissau.

“Hi Bissau! How was your day?”

“It was good, Mrs. Robinson. And how was yours?”

“Excellent as always,” Mama replied.

She looked at Amber. “Such a polite young man.”

“Yeah, he’s perfect,” Amber grumbled.

Mama pulled away from the curb and they left the campus. Amber spotted Britani waving. Amber slumped in her seat.

“Baby, your friend is waving at you,” Mama said.

“I know,” Amber replied. “This ain’t middle school.”

“You can be so mean sometimes.”

“I’m not mean, I’m honest.”

“That’s what mean people say.”

Amber kept quiet the rest of the ride to Bissau’s house while Bissau and mama chatted. She was in a bad mood, but couldn’t put her finger on why. So many things were happening that she didn’t like, but she was usually able to handle it all. But for some reason she was finding it more difficult. She needed to talk to Jasmine. A silly conversation with her best friend always made her feel better. She’d text her as soon as she got home.

Mama pulled up into Bissau’s condo complex. This was another mystery that needed solving. Bissau lived alone. Who was paying the rent? How was he able to get enrolled in the Academy without his ‘parents’ permission? She’d asked him more than once, but he didn’t answer. And he would never let her visit. They always studied at her house, the library or the Starlight Coffee Shop.

Bissau grabbed his back pack and exited the car.

“Thank you again, Mrs. Robinson. I hope you have a wonderful evening.”

“Goodbye, Bissau. Tell your parents I said hello. I hope to meet them one day!”

Bissau’s pleasant façade cracked, but only for a second.

“I hope so too, Mrs. Robinson.”

Bissau hurried up the walkway to his condo. Mama waited until he was inside before pulling away.

“Such a nice boy,” she commented.

“Yeah, he is,” Amber replied.

“So, you two are friends?”

Here we go, Amber thought.

“Yes, mother, we’re friends. Just friends.”

“That’s how it starts,” Mama said. “You know, me and your father were friends before we started dating, and now here we are!”

“Well, Bissau and I are really friends,” Amber said. “You and pop were just pretending.”

“But you’re not best friends,” Mama said.

“No. We’re not best friends.”

“You could do worse,” Mama said. “Much worse. I mean, he’s a good-looking boy, always neat, he’s polite and he wears his pants up to his waist.”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” Amber said.

“Okay, baby girl. Turn on some music. Some good music.”

For mama, ‘good music’ meant old music. Amber turned on the system. Mama’s phone connected and a song by Prince played. Amber relaxed. She didn’t like much old school music, but Prince was cool.

“Why didn’t Dad pick me up?” she asked.

“Last minute meeting,” Mama replied. “You know how it is.”

She did. The good opportunities Mama and Dad received two years ago were a double-edged sword. One the one hand there was more money; on the other hand, there was less together time. As much as they got on her nerves, she loved them both and enjoyed spending time with them. While her other friends were doing everything in their power to distance themselves from their parents, Amber still enjoyed sitting at the kitchen table with her parents or going on vacation with them.

Dad’s car was in the driveway when they pulled up. The smell of garlic bread seeped into the garage and Amber’s stomach grumbled.

“Somebody’s hungry,” Mama said.

Amber laughed. “Yes, I am!”

She opened the door. Daddy was at the stove stirring the spaghetti sauce, dress shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie tucked inside his shirt.

“Hey Daddy!” Amber said. She tipped to him and hugged him around the waist.

“My ladies have arrived,” Daddy said. “Dinner will be ready soon.”

Mama kissed Daddy on the cheek.

“Hey baby! I’m so glad you decided to cook. I’ve been running all day and my feet are killing me!”

“Y’all go get settled,” Daddy said. “By the time you’re done everything will be ready.”

Mama staggered to the master bedroom in exaggerated pain while Amber hurried upstairs to her room. Her phone buzzed as she reached the room; she smiled when she looked and saw Jasmine’s name. She tossed her book bag on the floor then collapsed on her bed.


“Hey Queen!”

“Hey Queen!

“What you doing?”

“Dinner.”

“Cool. Hit me back when you’re done. I have much dirt to share.”

“Outstanding!”


At least some things didn’t change. She and Jasmine were as tight as ever. They would get together on weekends, at least on the days Jasmine wasn’t hanging out with her boyfriend, Carlos. She shook her head; never a million years would she have imagined Jasmine with him. But Carlos had ‘blossomed;’ he was no longer the gangly boy with the scary overbite and annoying voice. Time and the magic of dentistry had transformed him into a bae, as Jasmine called him. He still played video games too much in Amber’s opinion, but when it came to boys Amber’s opinion never swayed Jasmine’s decisions.

“Dinner’s ready!” Daddy called out.

Amber hurried downstairs. She brushed by Daddy, took a plate from the cabinet, rushed to the pot of spaghetti and piled it on the plate. She took the lid off the sauce pot and drowned the spaghetti. When she turned around, Mama and Daddy stared at her, frowns on their faces.

“If anyone else saw you they would think you hadn’t eaten in a month,” Daddy said.

“But it’s just us,” Amber said with a sweet smile. Daddy smiled back then went to make his own plate.

“She gets it from you,” Mama said. “All that greediness.”

“Guilty,” Daddy replied as he filled his plate with noodles.

Amber was almost done by the time Mama and Daddy sat down.

“Slow down, child,” Mama said. “That food ain’t going nowhere.”

“Got homework,” Amber mumbled.

She finished off the spaghetti, chomped through her garlic bread then went to the sink to wash her plate.

“I’ll get that,” Daddy said. “You go do your homework.”

Amber dropped her plate on the counter then scurried to the stairs.

“And don’t be on the phone with Jasmine all night!” Mama called out.

“I won’t!” Amber called back.

Amber closed her door then grabbed her phone from her dresser. She jumped and landed on her bed then rolled onto her back.

“Amber.”

A warm sensation rushed through her and her eyes widened. She sat up, looking at her mirror. Her reflection shimmered then disappeared, replaced by the image of Grandma.”

“Grandma!”

Amber jumped from the bed to the dresser then grabbed the edges of the mirror.

“It’s been so long! How are you?”

“I’m fine, baby,” Grandma answered. “How are you? Are things going well with Bissau?”

“I’m good. Bissau is doing great. He gets on my nerves sometimes, though.”

Grandma chuckled. “That’s my Amber.”

“I still don’t understand why he’s instructing me,” she said.

“You’re learning from each other,” Grandma replied. “You are learning to use your powers and he is learning the ways of the world.”

“He’s doing a better job than I am.”

“I’m sure you are both doing well. You are brilliant children.”

Grandma’s face became serious.

“Amber, I have something to tell you. Bagule is still alive.”

Amber let go of the mirror, taking a few steps back. Her emotions roiled, churning from shock, relief and fear. She was somewhat relieved she had not killed someone, yet she knew if Bagule was alive they were still in danger.

“Is he in the city?” she asked.

“We wish it was so,” Grandma replied.

“Where is he?”

“We don’t know. Baba Jakada senses his presence. Aisha would know, but she has disappeared. You and Bissau must be diligent. He may have accepted his defeat, but that is unlikely.”

Amber plopped down on her bed.

“Grandma, we have to tell Mama and Daddy,” she said.

“We can’t,” Grandma replied. “Not yet. We can’t tell anyone until we are ready.”

“What if Bagule comes? What do I do then?”

“He won’t come,” Grandma said. “Bagule’s goal is the city.”

“But if he comes to the city, you may need my help.”

Grandma’s silence was all Amber needed. She fell back on her bed.

“I can’t handle this. I can’t.”

“You must,” Grandma replied. “You have no choice.”

Amber sat up, drained.

“I gotta go, Grandma,” she said. “I have homework.”

“I understand,” Grandma said. “Do not worry. Everything will be fine.”

“Bye, Grandma.”

“Goodbye, Amber.”

The mirror shimmered then Grandma’s image faded. Amber fell back on her bed again. The memories of her adventure with Grandma streamed through her head like a movie. Sometimes it didn’t seem real; hopping from city to city, country to country; meeting amazing, magical people, and fighting for her life and the lives of others. It also placed a burden on her that she hoped she would never have to shoulder again. But here it was, right back in her face.

Her phone buzzed and she picked it up. It was Jasmine. Grandma’s news sapped her energy; she didn’t feel like texting. He sat the phone back on the dresser. She looked at her desk, her textbook and computer waiting for her return. She rolled away so she couldn’t see them. The phone buzzed again and she ignored it. Instead she grabbed her night clothes, took a quick shower then returned to the bed. She finally went to her phone; Bagule had texted as well. But Amber was done for the night. She put on her headphones, found a chill hip-hop video to listen to, then let the music lull her to sleep.



Chapter Two


The man and woman strode the streets of Lagos with a confidence that did not match the simple clothing they wore. The man rubbed his beard as he walked, barely taking notice of the people and places surrounding him. When he did, he frowned in disappointment. The woman was just the opposite, her observant gaze capturing every face and evaluating them as either harmless or a threat. It had been this way ever since they were together. They depended on each, and now it was more important than ever.

Bagule and Nieleni adjusted to their new situation quickly. The first few days were a shock. Amber’s blast did not kill them but displaced them, dropping them into the middle of lifeless sand and dunes. The first weeks were perilous; they managed to survive by will and nyama alone. Eventually they found human kind and that’s when their re-education began. The world outside of Marai had progressed far beyond the city in many ways, yet it was still the same in others. Their outfits did not attract as much attention as expected; many people still dressed in traditional clothing. They were destitute and for a time powerless. Bagule was distraught, thinking he had lost that which made him one of the most powerful people in Marai. But gradually his talents returned.

Nieleni was the first to adjust to their new circumstances. The poor of the outside world were not much different than those of Marai, except their plight was more desperate. It was she who acquired new clothes for them, a place to stay and eventually a means for income. Money was important in this world, much more than in theirs. It was also easy to gain, if a person was determined and ruthless.

“There,” Nieleni pointed. Bagule frowned.

“Is this necessary?”

“It is the fastest way to where we need to go.”

Nieleni walked up to the machine then opened the door.

“You get in on the other side,” she instructed.

Bagule walked around the car as if it was some strange beast. He grabbed the handle and pulled it; the door open and he climbed inside. Nieleni smiled as she reached over him and pulled a strap across his chest.

“Seatbelt,” she said. “It keeps you from being thrown outside if we have an accident.”

Bagule looked concerned. “Are we going to have an accident?”

“Not if I can help it,” Nieleni replied.

She buckled herself in the pressed a button on the machine near the wheel. The car roared to life.

“Fascinating,” Bagule said.

“Close your door,” Nieleni instructed.

Bagule pulled his door shut.

“Are you sure this thing will get us to Songhai?

“I’m sure. It’s much faster than a camel and more comfortable, too.”

“It’s a machine,” Bagule replied. “It may fail.”

“It might, but if it does, we’ll find other means.”

“Such as a camel?”

Nieleni frowned. “If we must.”

Bagule folded his arms. “When I claim Marai, these things will not be allowed in the city.”

“As you wish.” Nieleni pulled into the Lagos traffic. “But for now, we will use what we can.”

Bagule frowned. Their time beyond the walls of the city had changed Nieleni, and not for the better. He would have to keep a closer eye on her.

Nieleni pressed a button and cool air filled the inside of the vehicle. Bagule smiled.

“Until then I will enjoy the luxury.”

They flowed with the congested traffic. Nieleni focused on the road with her natural intensity while Bagule observed the people. The world had changed drastically, but people were the same. This made what he planned easy. Outside of Marai he wasn’t deterred by Jakada’s restrictions. Although his power was drained after his confrontation with that insufferable girl Amber, he quickly recovered. It was then that he realized the barrier surrounding the city was not only a gate; it was also a cage that muted the powers of those trapped inside. Bagule never felt as powerful as he did at that moment, and his abilities increased daily. The people filling the streets did not interest him because of their garb and their manners; they interested him because of what hid among them.

“Stop the car,” he said.

“I can’t,” Nieleni replied. “We’re in the middle of traffic.”

Bagule opened his door and began exiting the car.

“Bagule!” Nieleni slammed on the brakes, halting the car before Bagule’s foot touched the pavement. He marched to the sidewalk, ignoring the curses and glares of the other drivers. He pushed into the crowd until he stood before a young man dressed in a smart atiku shirt and matching pants, dark shades hiding his eyes. The man stepped away from Bagule then took off his shades, his face reflecting his anger.

“What is wrong with you?” he said. “What do you want?”

Bagule grinned. “I know what you are.”

The man’s face calmed. “What do you mean, ‘what I am?” You’re crazy. Get away from me.”

“You should be more respectful, djinn,” Bagule said.

The man’s face went slack.

“Come with me,” Bagule said. “Or everyone else will know as well.”

Bagule returned to the car and climbed back into the passenger seat. Nieleni glared at him.

“Why did you . . .”

The rear door to the car opened and the man Bagule accosted entered. Nieleni spun around.

“Who is this?”

“What is your name, djinn?” Bagule asked.

The man glared at Nieleni and Bagule.

“Oye,” he said.

Bagule turned to look at the man. “What is your djinn name?”

“That is not your concern,” he said. “What do you want?”

“Are you familiar with the city of Marai?”

Oye laughed. “Of course, I am. It was once a grand kingdom. It was destroyed many years ago. Why?”

“What if I was to tell you that Marai still exists, and that it has been hidden from the world since that time?”

Oye folded his arms. “That’s impossible. Nyama that powerful doesn’t exist anymore. If Marai was still here, we djinn would know.”

It was Bagule’s turn to laugh. “It seems the djinn are not as powerful as they once were. Marai is alive and well. I can assure you of that.”

“How?”

“Because we are from Marai,” Bagule answered.

“Impossible!” the man said. “You’re crazy, the both of you. I’m leaving.”

The djinn reached for the door then froze. He tried to grab the door handle but his hand would not move. He stared at Bagule.

“What are you?” he asked. “You are not a djinn and you are not a human.”

“I am Bagule,” he said. “As to what I am, that is no concern. I need to find your city and speak to your ruler. I think I have something of interest.”

Oye relaxed. “What?”

“I’ll tell your ruler when I meet him.”

“There is no way that will happen,” Oye said. “Unless you bring something of value to him.”

“And what would that be? Gold?”

Oye laughed. “Gold is like sand to him. There is only one item that would grant you an audience.”

“And what is that?”

“The Sword of Sonni Ali,” Oye said.

Bagule rubbed his chin. “I thought so. Which is why we travel to Songhai.”

Oye’ eyes went wide and he laughed again.

“Maybe you are from Marai. There is no Songhai. The old kingdoms don’t exist anymore.”

Bagule grinned. “Are there people who still call themselves Songhai?”

“Yes,” Oye answered.

“Then the kingdom lives. I suspect we will find that many of them still live in the region.”

“Then I wish you luck,” Oye said. “Now will you let me go?”

“You may leave,” Bagule said.

The djinn slowly reached for the door handle. He grinned when he was able to touch it.

“I wish you luck, sorcerer of Marai,” he said. “It’s been a long time since a human attempted to visit the djinn king. I think he will be happy to see you, especially if you have the sword.”

“I will have it,” Bagule said. “You can be assured of it.”

Oye opened the door and exited the car.

“Was it wise to let him go?” Nieleni asked.

“He will tell other djinn about us,” Bagule said. “The word will eventually reach the djinn king.”

“That may not be good for us.”

“It will,” Bagule replied. “Djinn are greedy creatures. They will search for the sword, and they will seek Marai. Both will serve my purpose. Our only challenge is to find the sword before they do.”

“We will,” Nieleni said.

“Of course,” Bagule replied.


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