Sinenla

Chapter 1- That important eh?

Fatii never kept to herself, her one goal was to dig up bits of information about people. She had spies everywhere to monitor the activities of others. But that was in the past, these days...things had changed.

Many people reasoned it could be due to the fact that she had a village to protect while she knew deep down that it was due to her desperation to fill the void of loneliness in her.

She is one of the most feared females in Katangou, she towered over every male in the village. Her thick body drew men to her like flies, but they all admired her from afar.

Her eyes would be your worst nightmare, they were like pure onyx sorrounded by tar. Scars marred her beautiful face, her plush lips, rounded to perfection held no clean words, her straight nose depicted her sexuality and her skin was as white as snow. Her black hair was a stark contrast to her skin. She was often mistaken for a Slirkaf.

Fatii was the warrior of Katangou. The kingdom heads were called warriors, they ruled over their jurisdiction and led them to war.

Fatii stood up from her silken seat and paced about the room. She lived a secluded life, far away from her people yet always close enough to hear their calls of distress.

The recent news of a female found dead in the Death forest was spreading like a wild fire across the kingdoms. Ordinarily Fatii would have dismissed this type of news, but when the villagers told her about the gold encrusted knife, she got interested.

It was no ordinary knife, it had belonged to her ancestors, along the line it got missing and thereafter people forgot about it. It was rumored it was given to a select few for protecting, yet it's resurgence surprised and  interested her, especially the location.

"Seri!" She called out.

"Here I am." Seri replied, bowing to her.

"I would be going on a journey son, prepare my Anmon and get the supplies I would need."

"Do you need warriors to accompany you?" The servant asked fear in his eyes. Fatii never took warriors to fight with her in battles, she preferred doing things on her own. Although she always came back victorious, it was always with with a new wound.
When she didn't give him a reply, he muttered an apology and left the room.

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"Fill it to the brim." An empty goblet is slammed down hard on a wooden stool.

Downing the drink in one gulp, Obarai used the back of his hand to wipe off the drops of Fragar that had escaped his lips. The drink puts him in a trance, he begins to see memories of a time he had long forgotten, he still remembered her delicate smile.

She had brought joy into his life. Even though it was for a short while.

The drink was widely known for its ability to make memories more vivid. His hallucinations were cut short by the loud footsteps of his messenger.

"You insolent rat, weren't you taught to walk softly?" Obarai bellowed.

The messenger cowered in fear, his master had become more cruel since the last war. He wished he could run away from the kingdom to another with his family.

"But great warrior, the news is of utmost importance."

He hated seeing the king if the Slirkafs, his beauty entranced people into death. His aura was so strong that even the greatest Nature weilders couldn't penetrate his shields.

He was just too strong.

"That important eh?" Obarai seemed to be lost in thought while the messenger
still remained at his spot six feet away from Obarai.