Origins of an African Elemental by Alicia McCalla

Author:Alicia McCalla
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, serial killer, domestic violence, african mythology, gods and goddess, norse mythology, african god, norse god romance
Publisher: Alicia McCalla

CHAPTER EIGHT

Iniko

Iniko travelled through the day until she’d reached the slave castle by the ocean. This was the place where they sold clans people to the white man. Her heart was grieved, but she lifted her chin. One day, she’d mount a revolution to free her people, but today she focused on her mission to, at least, save her sweet child.

Iniko dressed in her fighting outfit with black, balloon-like pants, strung tight around her small waist and a piece of fabric covering her breasts. This, along with a bit of swirling dust from her air magic, helped her to sneak in unnoticed with a group of newly-abducted women.

She quickly made her way to one more spot of darkness in the slave castle of sorrows. She sped to the dungeon within striking distance of where she guessed they held her sweet Zawadi. Since she’d entered the slave castle, there was a dampening effect like a thick cloak hampering her ability to sense her daughter, so she used her warrior skills of deduction. The dungeon was pitch-black and oppressive. Her outfit would allow her to remain hidden within the darkness of the dungeon slave holds until the sun set.

The slaves were shackled, foot by foot, in the filth of feces and had lost all hope. With each terrified moan from her sisters, Iniko’s heart cracked, bled, and scarred again; until the heavy ache in her chest threatened to bring her to her own knees. Iniko had to save her daughter. Only with Zawadi’s power, would she eventually find a way to rid this universe of the demonic force that caused this to happen.

The sun finally set, and she slipped past the fattened Obayifo slavers. She wanted to save up her cloaking air magic for when she retrieved her daughter. Iniko’s sandals quietly slapped the stone on the staircase that led from the women’s dungeon to the governor’s chambers. Her daughter would not become the concubine of evil.

She heard more female screams as another group of Obayifo slavers raped, gorged on blood, and stole the magic of those girls who weren’t important to the Guhruhi. Her insides boiled, but she continued to move stealthily up the stairs. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she was discovered; since she was out in the open, she moved as fast as she could before bringing attention to herself. When she’d made it near the top, screeching sounds behind her made her pause. She turned as the infected slavers attacked.

Iniko bowed her head, went down on one knee, unsheathed her dagger, and pointed her Akofena war sword to the earth. She was tired but took a deep, cleansing breath.

“Great Mother, strengthen my soul.”

Iniko stood, turned and charged the oncoming zombie-like creatures. They were fat and slow. She jabbed one in the belly, pushing him down the flight of stairs. The other one swung his fist and made contact with her face. She shook off the pain, holding the hilt of her dagger and coming down hard into the top of his shoulder.

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