WAR AMONG KINGDOMS: VOLUME TWO

The battle outside raged as Yoname and her forces stormed Afuria, Numidia's crown jewel. Its queen, Zuri, awaited in her palace—a bastion of pride and defiance. Yoname strode toward the palace gates, her steps deliberate, her expression devoid of mercy. Behind her, the clamor of clashing swords and war cries painted a grim symphony.

The guards stationed at the entrance stiffened as she approached. They were seasoned warriors, but Yoname's reputation preceded her. One guard, bolder than the rest, stepped forward, his sword raised.

"Step away!" he commanded, his voice steady but his eyes betraying unease. "You will not set foot in this palace while we breathe."

The others tightened their grip on their weapons, forming a defensive line.

Yoname halted a few paces from them, her gaze icy. She tilted her head slightly, as though amused by their defiance. Slowly, she unsheathed her dual chain blades. The weapons gleamed under the dim light, their chains rattling like a predator ready to strike.

"You know what this means," she said, her voice calm but cutting.

The guards hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances, before the bold one roared, "For Afuria!" and charged. The others followed, their swords gleaming as they swung at her in unison.

Yoname moved like water—fluid, precise, untouchable. Her chain blades lashed out, coiling around the first guard's weapon. With a sharp twist, she disarmed him, her blade slicing across his chest before he could react. Another guard came from her left, aiming for her ribs. She spun, the chain wrapping around his ankle, yanking him off balance. He fell with a thud, his weapon skittering across the ground.

The remaining guards pressed on, their strikes swift and desperate. Yoname dodged effortlessly, her chain blades striking with calculated precision. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal. One guard managed to land a blow on her shoulder armor, but it barely slowed her. She retaliated with a whip-like motion, the blade slashing across his leg.

When the last guard fell, clutching his side and gasping for breath, Yoname stepped over them without a backward glance. Her blades dripped with their blood, yet she was unscathed.

She pushed open the grand doors of the palace and stepped inside.

Confrontation with Zuri

Queen Zuri sat on her throne, her posture regal despite the chaos echoing from outside. Her twin blades rested against the armrests, their edges glinting in the dim light. As Yoname entered, Zuri's piercing gaze met hers.

"Yoname," Zuri said, her voice steady but laced with disdain. "You are a disgrace. How can you bring war to your friend's home? You slaughter my people and walk into my palace with no shame."

Yoname's steps echoed as she approached, stopping just short of the throne. Her cold gaze never wavered. "Well, Zuri, when it comes to duty, friendships mean nothing. I am here for one thing alone, and I believe you have it."

Zuri's hand moved to her twin blades, her grip tightening. "And what, precisely, would that be? The key? I will never hand it over to you. It was entrusted to me, and I will guard it with my life."

She stood, descending the steps of her throne. "You have no idea what Benin has done for you and your mother—taking you in as one of their own, treating you as royalty. Yet you seek destruction."

"Enough!" Yoname snapped, raising her hand. Her voice echoed through the hall, silencing Zuri momentarily. "You have no idea what I and my mother endured for them. After everything, they cast us aside and killed her as if she were nothing!"

She stepped closer, her voice lowering. "You might be on good terms with Nosaze and her father, but that does not change my perspective. Give me the key, and I will spare you. You are not on my list, Zuri. Don't force your name onto it."

Zuri drew her twin blades, their combined weight settling comfortably in her hands. Her gaze burned with defiance. "Like I said, I will not hand it over. Not to you. Not now. Not ever." She raised her blades into a defensive stance. "If you want it, you'll have to kill me."

Yoname's faint smile disappeared. She raised her dual chain blades, their chains rattling ominously. "Let's see how far your loyalty will take you."

The Duel

The hall erupted with the sound of clashing steel as Yoname and Zuri engaged. Zuri's twin blades moved with precision, her strikes calculated and swift. Yoname countered each one effortlessly, her chain blades spinning like extensions of her body.

Zuri lunged, aiming for Yoname's chest. Yoname sidestepped, her blade coiling around Zuri's arm. With a sharp tug, Zuri stumbled but recovered quickly, delivering a series of rapid strikes that Yoname narrowly deflected.

"You fight well," Yoname remarked, her tone almost admiring. "But it won't be enough."

Zuri's movements became more aggressive, her blades striking in fluid arcs. But Yoname was relentless. With a sharp twist of her chain blades, she shattered Zuri's swords into pieces. Zuri staggered back, shock flashing across her face. Still, she refused to yield.

Wielding the broken halves of her blades, Zuri charged again. Yoname sidestepped her attacks, delivering a deep cut along Zuri's side.

Zuri cried out in pain but steadied herself, blood staining her robes.

"Just stop," Yoname said, her voice firm but not unkind. "Hand over the key, and you can walk out of here alive. I don't want to do this."

Zuri, her voice unwavering despite her injury, replied, "Even wounded, I will never surrender. This key was entrusted to me, and I will guard it… till death."

The hall erupted with the sound of clashing steel as Yoname and Zuri engaged. Zuri's twin blades moved with precision, her strikes calculated and swift. Yoname countered each one effortlessly, her chain blades spinning like extensions of her body.

Zuri lunged, aiming for Yoname's chest. Yoname sidestepped, her blade coiling around Zuri's arm. With a sharp tug, Zuri stumbled but recovered quickly, delivering a series of rapid strikes that Yoname narrowly deflected.

"You fight well," Yoname remarked, her tone almost admiring. "But it won't be enough."

Zuri's movements became more aggressive, her blades striking in fluid arcs. But Yoname was relentless. With a sharp twist of her chain blades, she shattered Zuri's swords into pieces. Zuri staggered back, shock flashing across her face. Still, she refused to yield.

Wielding the broken halves of her blades, Zuri charged again. Yoname sidestepped her attacks, delivering a deep cut along Zuri's side.

Zuri cried out in pain but steadied herself, blood staining her robes.

"Just stop," Yoname said, her voice firm but not unkind. "Hand over the key, and you can walk out of here alive. I don't want to do this."

Zuri, her voice unwavering despite her injury, replied, "Even wounded, I will never surrender. This key was entrusted to me, and I will guard it… till death."

Betrayal and Aftermath

As the duel continued, neither noticed King Juba slipping into the throne room. In the heat of the fight, Juba hurled a poisoned blade, striking Zuri in the back.

Zuri gasped, staggering forward. She pulled the blade from her back and turned to see Juba standing in the shadows. Her gaze shifted to Yoname, her voice trembling. "You work with this coward? Why, Yoname?"

Yoname froze, her expression clouded with confusion and regret. Before she could respond, Zuri collapsed, blood pooling around her.

"Zuri, no!" Yoname whispered, rushing to her side.

Juba smirked. "You've lost focus, Yoname. Mercy has no place in conquest."

Yoname's gaze darkened. "Don't forget your place, Juba. Cross me again, and I'll kill you myself."

Fear flashed in Juba's eyes. He knew Yoname suspected him of far worse crimes, including Nehizena's death. He remained silent as Yoname took the key from Zuri's lifeless body and strode out of the palace, her presence commanding and unshaken.

The Conqueror's Proclamation

Yoname stepped out of the palace, the weight of Zuri's bloodied key resting heavily in her grasp. Outside, the people of Afuria had gathered, their faces etched with fear and despair. The remnants of their defenses lay scattered across the battlefield, and the once-proud banners of Numidia now hung in tatters.

Her army stood behind her, an eerie, soulless force, their cold gazes fixed forward. The kings who had worked with Nehizena flanked her, their eyes scanning the crowd like vultures awaiting scraps.

Yoname's voice rang out, sharp and unyielding. "People of Afuria! I am impressed by your loyalty and courage to defend your queen and your land. But it was not enough to stop my conquest."

She paused, taking a step closer to the crowd, her presence alone silencing the faint murmurs among them. "My conquest must go on!" Her words carried the weight of inevitability, a truth none dared to challenge.

As she moved, the kings beside her instinctively gave way, creating a clear path for her gaze to sweep over the sea of faces. Among them, she spotted a woman clutching a child—a boy no older than four. The woman's eyes were filled with silent pleading, her arms wrapped protectively around the boy's small frame.

Yoname recognized her: Kesia, Zuri's younger sister. The boy she held, Keyamano, was Zuri's son—the rightful heir to Afuria's throne. Yoname's gaze lingered on them for a fleeting moment, her expression unreadable. Then, as if they were nothing more than strangers, she turned away, her cold indifference cutting deeper than any blade.

One of the kings leaned toward her, his voice low and calculating. "What about the queen's son? He is out there. He ought to be killed."

Yoname's head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowing. Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I am not interested in any of that. I have done my part. Now it is left for you all to do yours."

The king recoiled slightly, her quiet fury enough to cow even the boldest of men.

Turning back to the crowd, Yoname raised her voice again. "Your queen is dead, and so is her heir to the throne. From this day forward, you will answer to King Zaharak. He will now rule you."

Zaharak, a towering figure with a cruel smirk, stepped forward, his laughter cutting through the oppressive silence. His arrogance irritated Yoname, but she said nothing. Instead, she sighed, her patience wearing thin.

Facing the people once more, she exclaimed, "Be aware! This is the reign of Nehizena. His conquest still moves on, and you all must submit. You are now bound to me."

The weight of her words pressed down on the crowd. Slowly, one by one, the people of Afuria bowed their heads, their pride crushed under the shadow of their defeat.

Behind her, Yoname's army stood like specters, their eerie presence a reminder of the relentless force that had brought Afuria to its knees.

As the last echoes of submission faded, Yoname turned, her mind already focused on the next step in her conquest. She had no time for sentiment, no room for hesitation. The world would bend to her will, one kingdom at a time.

The Kingdoms of Gao and Benin

Gao stood as a beacon of strength and tranquility, its lands stretching wide beneath the sunlit skies. Yet, within the grandeur of its palaces, King Sonni found little peace. Since his estrangement from Queen Nosaze of Benin, his heart had been weighed down with guilt and regret. The bond they once shared, forged in battle and leadership, now lay fractured, with no clear path to reconciliation.

Sonni remained in his chamber, the light of day spilling through the cracks of the drawn curtains.

Zaliya, his aunt, entered the room with purpose, her son Kantam trailing behind her. She pulled back the heavy drapes, letting sunlight flood the space.

"Sonni, get up," Zaliya said firmly. "You can't stay in bed all day."

Sonni stirred but didn't rise. "Nene, please," he replied, his voice low, "I don't feel like going anywhere today."

Zaliya crossed her arms, her tone softening but retaining its edge. "Sonni, not now. We have crucial meetings to attend this morning. Lying here won't solve anything."

Sonni sighed heavily, frustration clear in his expression.

Kantam, observing his uncle's state, spoke hesitantly. "Mama, he hasn't been himself since the queen of Benin left him."

Zaliya turned to Sonni, surprise flickering across her face. "It's been nearly two years, Sonni. And besides, there are other women more reserved than the queen of Benin. Sokora, Aminata—they're both fine options." She sat beside him, her tone softening. "Consider yourself for once. You deserve peace, not trouble."

Sonni sat up, his shoulders slumping. "I think I wronged her," he admitted, his voice heavy with emotion. "She's too fragile to handle things alone. I've been with her… she was always scared to be by herself."

He stood, reaching for his garment and fastening it around his shoulders. "But no matter what, I'll do my best to make things right."

Zaliya smiled warmly. "That's the spirit," she said, clapping her hands lightly. "Now go take your bath and hurry—the visitors are waiting."

The Visitors

The palace meeting chamber was vast, its high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings depicting Gao's victories and the strength of its people. Sonni entered, his presence commanding but tempered by the weight of his thoughts.

Three dignitaries from a neighboring kingdom rose to greet him, their expressions ranging from respectful to wary. They bowed deeply as Sonni took his seat at the head of the long table.

"King Sonni," one of them began, his tone carefully measured, "we bring urgent matters to your attention regarding the recent disputes on the border. Our merchants have reported unfair treatment and increased tariffs when trading in Gao's territories."

Sonni's brow furrowed. "Unfair treatment?" he repeated, his voice calm but firm. "Gao's borders are open to honest trade. If disputes have arisen, they will be resolved."

Another dignitary stepped forward. "Your Majesty, the traders on your side have accused ours of encroaching on their rights. Tensions are high, and it threatens the peace we have maintained for years."

Sonni leaned back, his gaze sharp. "Peace is only maintained when both sides honor their agreements. If your traders have been mistreated, I will ensure they are compensated. But if they are found to be in the wrong, I expect your kingdom to address it swiftly."

The dignitaries exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the weight behind Sonni's words.

Kantam, standing quietly at the side of the room, observed his uncle with admiration. Though Sonni's heart was burdened, he carried himself as a king should—decisive and composed.

The conversation continued, the dignitaries presenting their grievances and Sonni responding with clarity. Despite the tension, the meeting ended with promises of cooperation. The dignitaries bowed once more and left, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering unease.

As they departed, Zaliya entered the room, her expression inquisitive. "How did it go?"

Sonni sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "As well as could be expected. The disputes won't be resolved overnight."

Zaliya placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You'll handle it. You always do."

Benin Under Nosaze

Benin flourished under Queen Nosaze's rule. The death of King Nehizena had lifted a shadow from the land, and its people celebrated their newfound freedom. Markets bustled with traders, streets echoed with laughter, and children played where once fear had reigned. Yet, within the palace walls, Queen Nosaze carried the weight of her brother's death, her grief transforming her into a ruler of unyielding resolve.

Her brother's final words haunted her: "You brought war to me… and you call that peace?" Nosaze often replayed that moment, her guilt simmering beneath the surface, though she would never admit it aloud. She believed her strength must come from that pain—a shield against weakness.

The grand hall of the palace was a testament to Benin's prosperity, its marble floors gleaming beneath sunlight streaming through high arched windows. Nosaze sat on her gilded throne, her presence commanding and regal. Her gaze swept the room, where her advisors stood silently, their expressions betraying a mix of admiration and unease. Before her knelt two villagers—an elderly man and woman, their faces marked with tension.

The elderly man, hunched but still full of fire, began first. "Your Highness," he said, bowing deeply. His voice carried the weariness of years but held a firm resolve. "My land has suffered greatly since this woman moved near me. My crops have failed—each harvest worse than the last."

Nosaze's piercing gaze shifted to the elderly woman. She clutched her shawl tightly, her weathered hands trembling. Tears welled in her eyes as she began to cry. "Your Highness, please," she said, her voice breaking. "This man treats me unfairly on land that belongs to me. It has been in my family for generations."

Nosaze raised a hand, silencing the woman gently but firmly. "Oni," she said, her tone carrying the weight of authority, "there is no need to cry. Explain the situation clearly, and we will find a resolution."

The woman sniffled, nodding quickly. "I moved to the land after my husband passed. It was the only place I had left. But he… he says I poisoned the soil, ruined his crops. I have done no such thing. I only seek to live in peace."

Nosaze turned her gaze back to the man. "And you believe this woman's presence alone has caused your land's misfortune?"

The man hesitated, his anger faltering under her steady gaze. "I—I cannot say for certain, Your Highness, but it all began when she arrived."

Nosaze leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but edged with finality. "Superstition will not solve your problems. You will work together to restore the land. I will send my stewards to assist and ensure fairness." She paused, looking at each of them in turn. "This kingdom thrives because its people thrive. I expect you both to remember that."

The man and woman bowed deeply, murmuring their thanks.

As they left, Nosaze sat back on her throne, her expression hardening. She turned to her advisors. "Let this be a lesson. Even in prosperity, cracks can form if we allow division to take root. Ensure the villagers are cared for and the stewards do their duty."

Her tone carried a quiet warning: in her kingdom, unity was not an option—it was a mandate.

Clash of Traders

The streets of Benin bustled with life, the air thick with the hum of activity. Traders lined the marketplaces, their voices rising in heated bartering and negotiations. Yet, beneath the vibrant energy, a growing tension simmered. Disputes between Gao and Benin merchants had escalated, and whispers of hostility reached the palace walls.

A delegation of Gao messengers arrived at Benin's gates, seeking to resolve the brewing conflict. Their arrival, while courteous, carried an air of urgency. Within the palace, Nosaze's trusted aide, Amadin, hurried to inform her.

"Your Highness," Amadin said, bowing low as he entered the throne room. "The situation between our traders and those from Gao has worsened. The messengers from Gao have come to speak with you. They hope to resolve this matter before it spirals further."

Nosaze's expression darkened, her features hardening like stone. Her gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixed on Amadin. "I will speak to no one from Gao," she declared. "Be it their king or their envoys, I refuse to engage with them. They are our rivals, and I will not grant them the courtesy of an audience."

Amadin hesitated, his eyes darting briefly to the floor. "Your Highness, this could be an opportunity to—"

"Enough," Nosaze interrupted, her tone slicing through his words. "Send them away. Let them know that Gao holds no sway here."

Amadin bowed reluctantly, his face betraying the weight of her command.

"Wait," Nosaze said, stopping him as he turned to leave. Her voice softened slightly, though her authority remained. "Send for the royal performers. They are to begin preparations for tomorrow's feast. Let the people know that we celebrate, not concern ourselves with trivial matters."

Amadin nodded, bowing once more before departing.

Nosaze leaned back on her throne, her thoughts drifting to the past. She had built Benin's strength through resilience and pride, and she would not allow Gao—or anyone else—to tarnish that legacy.

A Conversation In the Throne Room

The grand throne room of Benin was quiet, save for the faint rustling of the wind through its high arched windows. Queen Nosaze sat on her gilded throne, her posture regal but her expression distant. Though she ruled a flourishing kingdom, the weight of the past clung to her, and moments of silence often brought unwelcome thoughts.

Asemota, her lifelong caretaker, entered the room quietly. The older woman's keen eyes immediately noticed the shadow on Nosaze's face. She approached, her steps measured, and gently placed a hand on the queen's arm.

"My child," Asemota said softly, "what has gotten into you? Why are you sad all of a sudden?"

Nosaze snapped out of her thoughts, startled by the question. She quickly adjusted her posture, attempting to mask her feelings. "Oni," she said, her voice steady but tinged with hesitation, "I'm alright. My mood just drifted for a while."

Her words stumbled slightly, betraying her attempt to seem unaffected. Asemota, unconvinced, knelt beside her, taking her hand in both of hers.

"Did the Gao visitors make you angry?" Asemota asked knowingly, her tone gentle but probing. "Mmhmm, tell me."

Nosaze's shoulders slumped as she exhaled deeply. She looked away for a moment before replying, her voice barely above a whisper. "He keeps sending his messengers," she began, her words laced with frustration. "He would not let me forget about him, and I…"

Before Nosaze could finish, Asemota interrupted, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "Calm down now, calm down," she said softly. "This is not the time to start bringing up those old issues. We've talked about this before, haven't we?"

Nosaze nodded, her voice soft. "Yes."

Asemota smiled warmly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Nosaze's face. "You are just like your mother, my sweet girl," she said fondly. "Why don't you take a moment to relax, hm? Cheer up while I get the feast preparations underway, okay?"

Nosaze managed a small smile, her mood lifting slightly. "Okay," she replied, her tone lighter.

Asemota patted her hand gently before rising. "That's my girl," she said, her voice filled with affection. "I'll handle the feast. You focus on being the strong queen I know you are."

As Asemota left, Nosaze sat back on her throne, the weight on her chest slightly eased. But deep in her heart, the memories lingered, their whispers refusing to let her go entirely.

The Grand Celebration of Benin

The morning sun bathed the Kingdom of Benin in golden light, and the palace grounds buzzed with excitement. The air was thick with the rhythmic pulse of drums, as dancers moved in fluid, colorful patterns that captured the spirit of the kingdom. Their performances told stories of triumph and unity, every step adding to the lively energy that filled the atmosphere.

Queen Nosaze, regal in her royal attire, led the procession through the palace grounds. Her gaze was calm, yet sharp, as she walked with grace beside her court. Their clothing shimmered with opulence, a reflection of the kingdom's strength and heritage.

Near the royal procession, the aroma of freshly prepared food filled the air—roasted meats, yam, and palm oil delicacies shared among families gathered in close-knit circles. The sounds of laughter and conversation created an overwhelming sense of community, a true celebration of Benin's prosperity.

Meanwhile, warriors displayed their skills in friendly competitions—archery and wrestling were performed as demonstrations of strength, while the crowd cheered with pride. The sense of tradition and discipline was palpable, a reminder of the kingdom's unwavering resilience.

Artisans proudly exhibited their finest works—beadwork, bronze sculptures, and textiles—all woven into the celebration, showcasing the artistic brilliance that flowed through Benin's culture. The crowd marveled at the intricate designs, each piece a tribute to the kingdom's craftsmanship and creativity.

As the festivities continued, elders gathered under the shade of a tree, sharing tales of the kingdom's past with the younger generation. These stories, passed down through the ages, reminded everyone of Benin's rich history and the values that bound them together.

While the kingdom rejoiced, Queen Nosaze stood in quiet contemplation, her thoughts drifting to the future. Beneath the laughter and music, she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was on the horizon. Yet for now, she allowed herself to be a part of this fleeting moment, basking in the joy of her people.

The Celebration and Yoname's Arrival

As the kingdom of Benin celebrated, Queen Nosaze sat on her throne, surrounded by festivities. Music filled the air, and the chiefs, knowing her tastes well, had arranged for a well-known jester to perform his tricks. The jester's antics delighted her; each move, each twist, kept the queen's attention. His final trick promised something extraordinary—he scattered dust across the hall, his dramatic pose signaling the grand finale.

But as Nosaze watched, a strange tremor rippled beneath her feet. It was subtle at first, but soon, the unmistakable sound of marching feet became clear. Her gaze shifted, and her warriors stood alert. The dust thickened, and from within it, a foreign army emerged, moving in formation across the palace floor.

Nosaze's soldiers tensed, ready for action. The foreign army parted as a voice cut through the tension, loud and firm:

"Queen Nosaze, sitting on her throne with so much pride."

A path cleared, revealing the woman behind the voice—Yoname, the wife of Nehizena. Though Nosaze didn't immediately recognize her face, something about her presence seemed strangely familiar. Yoname stepped forward, her voice calm, but with a quiet strength.

"I must say, I'm impressed by your success," Yoname remarked, picking a fruit from the table, inspecting it with feigned casualness. "No need to panic. I've come to talk, not to cause any trouble. And it seems I arrived just in time for your feast."

Nosaze's eyes narrowed, the tension in the air palpable. "Who are you? And how did you get access to my palace?" She pointed sharply at one of her warriors. "You, alert the army."

Yoname shook her head slowly, her voice cold. "That will be of no use. Like I said, I came to talk. And you would do well to listen carefully."

The nobles in the hall shifted uneasily. Yoname's face was not entirely unfamiliar, though no one could quite place it. Nosaze's gaze hardened, frustration building.

"I asked you who you are," she demanded. "Tell me."

Yoname sighed, her eyes locking onto Nosaze's with a calm that sent a shiver down the queen's spine. "Well, I am your brother Nehizena's wife. And I'm not pleased with what you've done. You brought war to us, disguised as peace. Why?"

Nosaze's expression darkened, the weight of the past settling over her. "I too grieve for the death of my brother. Even if he wronged me, he should have understood the consequences of his actions. But he wouldn't listen. As for his death… I didn't kill him. But I know the one who did. He rules a kingdom to the west of mine. Yes, I trusted him, but he betrayed me. If you seek revenge, you should turn to him—not me. Perhaps you've met him already."

Yoname's gaze sharpened, her voice growing colder. "Nosaze, even if you didn't kill him, you led him to his death. And you allowed his enemy to end him."

As the hall fell silent, Yoname's presence became increasingly overpowering. She strode closer to Nosaze, her gaze sharp and unsettling. "I don't think your noble retainers are pleased to see me here," Yoname remarked, her voice laced with both confidence and disdain. "Perhaps they know something you do not."

Nosaze, still seated on her throne, furrowed her brows. "So you were the woman in the veil," she said, her voice steady but low.

Yoname scoffed, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Woman in the veil? Nosaze, I think you and I have much in common. Speaking of your father…"

"My father?" Nosaze replied, confusion clouding her face. "Please, tell me who you are."

Yoname smirked and walked closer. "You should have welcomed me as I entered my hometown, Nosaze." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in before continuing. "I am Queen Yoname, daughter of the great General Okankan. And I believe your father and his people have wronged me more than I can bear."

At the mention of General Okankan, the nobles straightened, their expressions tense. They had all heard of the general's legendary victories—and of the tragic end he met. Nosaze, too, recognized the name, though she had never truly known the depths of the story.

"I have heard of General Okankan," Nosaze said slowly. "And I know Yoname, my brother's close friend." Her eyes widened as realization struck. "Your friendship with my brother was strong, yes. But I find it hard to believe that my father wronged you in any way."

Yoname's expression hardened. "O little one, you are too young to understand. But your noble retainers know the truth all too well. And I am vexed by the arrogance of Benin. So hear this: by the time the second new moon rises, and the east wind blows, you will see the dead body of your brother's killer. Four days after that, Benin will fall—and you will be there to see it."

Nosaze's heart sank. "What?" she whispered, her voice low but firm.

Yoname continued, "But you have a choice. You can surrender now, and let me rule your kingdom, avoiding bloodshed. Or you can fight for your father's legacy—and watch it crumble, as your nobles fall one by one. You, Nosaze, will witness everything unravel."

Her words struck Nosaze deeply, but the queen's resolve did not falter. "No one can take what is mine!" she declared, rising from her throne. "You come here to threaten me in my own kingdom. So hear this: I am Queen Nosaze, daughter of King Akenzua, and I refuse to submit to anyone! As long as I live, my crown will bow to no one. And as for you, Yoname, your death is at your door. If you dare to challenge Benin, I will burn you and your city to the ground."

The room was thick with tension. Yoname, however, remained unshaken. Her eyes gleamed with cold fury, and without a word, she took a step toward Nosaze.

But just as Nosaze took a step forward, ready to engage, Adazee, standing quietly in the corner, shook his head and subtly gestured for Nosaze to stop. His signal was a small motion—just a slight shake of his head and a gentle wave of his hand. It was a silent plea, one that Nosaze couldn't ignore. Her anger bubbled inside her, but she recognized the wisdom in his restraint. She paused.

Nosaze's soldiers surged forward, preparing to defend their queen, but Yoname's army mirrored their movements, keeping them at bay. Nosaze raised her hand, signaling for her army to halt. Oriri, one of her finest warriors, acknowledged the command, and the soldiers held their ground.

Nosaze couldn't help but feel intimidated by Yoname's presence. The height of the queen was imposing, her very aura a reminder that she was no ordinary woman. As Nosaze sat back on her throne, Yoname stopped in front of her, leaning in slightly. She smiled coldly, glancing at the hand signal Nosaze had given her warriors to hold back before speaking, her voice low but commanding.

"You are lucky, Nosaze, that I tolerate this. But next time, don't raise your voice at me," Yoname whispered, gripping the top rail of Nosaze's throne. "For your own good, don't let me get this close again. If I do, I will be forced to use my blade."

Yoname's dagger grazed Nosaze's cheek, leaving a faint cut. "Don't make the same mistake the King of Aksum made."

Nosaze, voice trembling with both anger and fear, asked, "What did you do?"

Yoname's lips curled into a sinister smile. "He let me get too close. And he paid the price."

Without another word, Yoname ripped the crown from Nosaze's head, and the hall gasped in shock. She held the crown up, inspecting it disdainfully before throwing it to the ground. "What a waste of jewelry," she muttered, stepping away.

As Yoname moved toward the door, she called over her shoulder. "The reign of Nehizena will soon be upon this kingdom. Prepare yourselves."

She paused for a moment, her voice mocking. "By the way, I'll be camping in the forest of Afuria. Considering the long journey, I was hoping you'd offer assistance to your sister." She chuckled darkly as she signaled her army to move out.

As Yoname's forces began to march out, one soldier broke away from the group—Erhahon, Yoname's son. Disguised in the army, he approached Aigbe, the man responsible for his grandmother's death. Masked and silent, Erhahon glared at Aigbe, then walked away with the rest of the troops.

Nosaze remained seated, crownless, the weight of Yoname's words sinking deep into her heart. Her kingdom was on the brink of something terrible, and it felt as though everything she held dear could fall apart in an instant.

While Nosaze sat on her throne, speechless and crownless, the Noble retainers erupted in anger.

"This is an abomination!" one exclaimed. "It has never happened before in the land of Benin! An enemy walking into the royal palace, having the audacity to remove the crown from the head of a royal blood, much less the Oba!"

Another shouted, "This is a bad omen! Your Highness, will you just sit there and do nothing?"

Nosaze remained silent, her thoughts a storm she could not yet voice. Slowly, she rose from her throne, her steps deliberate, and walked away from the palace without a single word.

For two days, Nosaze remained confined to her chambers. Anger burned within her, each moment of silence fueling the storm of her thoughts. Should she attack Yoname, or was there another way? She refused to speak to anyone, letting her emotions simmer unchecked.

A knock sounded at her door, breaking the tense stillness.

"Your Highness, may I enter?" Aigbe's voice carried through the door.

After a brief pause, Nosaze allowed him in. As he stepped inside, Aigbe was struck by her appearance—her eyes darkened with sleeplessness, her expression an unrelenting scowl. The weight of her fury was palpable, and it made Aigbe hesitate for a moment.

"Your Highness," he began cautiously, "why do you keep yourself locked away? It's been two days, and the people are restless. They demand answers. They are deeply angered by Yoname's disrespect in the palace."

Nosaze smirked darkly, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table beside her. Her voice was steady but laced with venom.

"Disrespect? Yes, Yoname disrespected me," she said, her eyes narrowing. "But she is no ordinary woman."

She paused, standing from her chair and walking toward Aigbe with measured steps.

"Still," she continued, her voice rising with determination, "that will not stop me from teaching her a lesson. No one disrespects the queen of Benin and walks away unscathed."

Aigbe nodded solemnly. "Then, Your Highness, if we are to attack, we should do so now. She hasn't yet gone far."

Nosaze raised a finger as though calculating. "Far… yes. But she gave a clue—she said she would be camping at the forest of Afuria."

She stopped in her tracks, her mind racing. "Send for the pathfinder immediately. Let us confirm if her words hold truth."

Without hesitation, Aigbe bowed and left to carry out her orders, leaving Nosaze alone once again, her resolve hardening with every passing moment.

They gathered in the courtroom, the tension palpable. Nosaze stood at the head of the long wooden table, flanked by Aigbe, Amadin, Usifo, and the pathfinder. Other noble retainers and advisors, some of the most trusted figures in her court, stood around the edges of the room, their expressions tense as they waited for guidance. The air was thick with anticipation, as if the room itself held its breath.

The pathfinder, rugged and weathered by years of navigating the wilds, examined the map laid out before him, his finger tracing the route Yoname might have taken. His focus was intense, but the murmur of voices from the retainers filled the room. They whispered to one another, casting uncertain glances at the pathfinder, who had already begun his assessment.

Finally, Nosaze broke the silence, her voice cutting through the chatter. "Well, Pathfinder, what do you say?" she demanded, her tone firm and impatient.

The pathfinder, who had been silently calculating, turned to face Nosaze. He spoke with a calm yet knowing authority. "Looking at the path she's taken, passing through the borders of Gao, I believe she will be camped at Nduka's Whispering Cave Hill."

A murmur spread through the room, some nobles exchanging uneasy glances. The whispers grew louder when the pathfinder continued. "People claim the whispers in that cave are the voices of warriors who died in the gorge between the hills, their souls lingering in the wind. It's a place of legend… and danger."

Nosaze sighed, a bitter sound escaping her lips. She turned her back on the table, walking to the far side of the room as she digested the information. "So, if her words are true," she muttered under her breath, "I suggest we strike as soon as she reaches the hill."

Amadin, sensing a moment of caution, stepped forward, his voice steady but laced with concern. "Your Highness, Yoname is no fool. She wouldn't have given us such an easy lead. There's something more we're not seeing."

His words hung In the air for a moment, but Nosaze's icy gaze shot towards him. "Amadin!" she snapped, her voice filled with cold fury. "I will not harbor weakness in my kingdom. Not now, not ever."

The court held Its collective breath, and several of the retainers exchanged nervous glances, watching the exchange closely. Nosaze was no longer the calm, collected queen they were used to seeing. She walked over to Amadin, her authority undeniable as she towered over him, her voice seething with power. "When I say we attack, we attack."

Amadin, his mouth shut tight, lowered his head in acceptance. His objections were silenced by her command.

Nosaze turned her attention to Usifo, her trusted warrior. "Usifo, ready my swords and rally the army. We leave at first light."

She spun on her heel and walked briskly toward the door. The nobles in the room stood silent, many uncertain about the path they were about to take. But they all knew one thing: the queen's mind was made up. As she exited the room, her steps echoed through the palace halls, leaving a sense of inevitability behind her.

Toward the Horizon of Uncertainty.

The preparations for battle were in full swing. Soldiers were sharpening their blades, checking their armor, and ensuring that every piece of weaponry was in place. The tension was palpable, a storm waiting to break. The army stood in disciplined rows outside the palace, all eyes waiting for the queen's command. They knew that once Nosaze made her appearance, the course of action would be set.

The massive doors of the palace creaked open, and Nosaze emerged. She was clad in her battle armor, the metal glinting in the fading light of the day. The air seemed to thicken with the weight of her presence as she strode forward, her gaze steely and unwavering. Her warriors, ever loyal, stood at attention as she walked past them.

Just as she neared the front of the army, Adazee stepped forward from the crowd, his face etched with concern. He moved toward her, stopping just short of blocking her path. His expression softened as he reached out, placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

"Your Highness," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. "I'm unsure about this journey you're about to embark on. I fear for your safety."

Nosaze paused, looking at him with a mixture of frustration and resolve. Adazee's eyes met hers, his concern deepening.

"Don't let anger take over you," he added, his words earnest, hoping to reach her heart before it became too clouded by vengeance.

Nosaze's eyes narrowed, and she shook her head slightly, as if dismissing his concerns. "She disrespected me and my kingdom, Adazee," she said, her voice firm. "It would be foolish to sit idly by and do nothing. This is not just a battle; it will be another victory to write in our history, one for the generations to come."

Adazee sighed, seeing her determination. He knew she was beyond reason now, but he pressed on. "I understand your need for justice, Your Highness, but… consider the strength of Yoname and her army. They are formidable. And if it helps, you could still consider Sonni. I see no guilt in him; he could be an ally in this."

At the mention of Sonni's name, Nosaze's demeanor shifted, and she abruptly shrugged off his hand from her shoulder. The swift motion seemed to shake the air around them. "Out of all the advice you've given, this one is the most foolish," she said sharply, her voice biting as she turned away from him. "I don't need anyone's help, and I certainly don't need your pity."

With that, she walked past him, her armor clinking with every step. Without another glance, she mounted her horse, a magnificent steed that seemed as resolute as she was. She lifted her gaze, her eyes sweeping over her soldiers.

The time for words was over.

She raised her sword high, her voice commanding as it rang out, "Ready yourselves. We march at once. To battle!"

The army, filled with a mix of awe and determination, rallied to her side. Nosaze's leadership, though stern and unforgiving, was unshakable. The warriors mounted their own steeds, weapons ready, hearts steeled for what was to come.

With a final glance at Adazee, whose face showed both concern and admiration, Nosaze led the charge, her heart set on the confrontation awaiting her.

As Nosaze marched toward battle, she crossed the borders of Gao just as dusk began to fall. Her army moved in disciplined formation toward the edges of Afuria, the weight of her determination mirrored in the grim faces of her soldiers.

Meanwhile, Mahamadou Keita and Fatoumata Diarra, stationed near Gao's borders under Sonni's orders, spotted the advancing forces. Observing the scale of Nosaze's army, Mahamadou's expression tightened.

"She's heading into battle," he murmured. "We must inform Sonni at once."

Without delay, the two hurried back to Gao, their concern growing with each step.

When they arrived at the palace, Fatoumata burst into the throne room, urgency etched into her voice. "Your Highness, the worst has happened!"

Sonni, seated on his throne, straightened, his calm exterior betrayed by the sharpness in his eyes. "Speak, Fatoumata. What news do you bring?"

Fatoumata took a deep breath. "It is said that during the recent celebrations in Benin, an unexpected visitor arrived—a woman of great power from Nehizena's kingdom. Reports claim she humiliated Nosaze in the palace, and now, Nosaze and her forces are marching toward Afuria, preparing for war."

Sonni's gaze darkened, and he rose from his throne, his tone sharp and commanding. "Nosaze is blinded by her anger. This is a dangerous move. If she is unprepared, it could cost her everything. Even though we were not called upon, we cannot stand by and watch her fall. Prepare the army."

Turning to Mahamadou Keita, he continued, "What say you, Keita?"

Keita nodded firmly. "If we are to help her, we must move quickly. But to face Nehizena's forces, we will need the Axe Man."

Sonni's brow furrowed briefly before he issued the command without hesitation. "Send for Aliou Diallo." Guards quickly left to summon the famed warrior.

As the room buzzed with activity, Fatoumata hesitated, her voice low but cautious. "Your Highness, this woman from Nehizena's kingdom… some say she has a history with you. Is that true?"

Sonni froze for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, dismissing her question with a wave of his hand, he replied, "We will uncover the truth soon enough when we face her."

Sonni strode purposefully into the courtroom, his generals seated around the large table. Fatoumata and Keita followed closely behind. His voice carried across the room as he declared, "We will move to battle. Though we are not invited, I am forced to intervene. Queen Nosaze is inexperienced in this war, and there is a very real chance she could meet her downfall."

He paused, pacing slowly toward the table where his generals sat, deep in thought. "If she falls," he continued, his voice steady, "panic will spread across the West. And who knows? We could be next in Nehizena's sights." His voice trailed off, his brow furrowed as he contemplated the weight of the situation.

The doors opened suddenly, and Sokora entered the room, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. "Your Highness," she exclaimed, her tone edged with urgency, "what has happened this time? There's tension all over the kingdom, Sonni."

She approached him, her steps brisk, and placed a hand on his arm. "Please, tell me what's going on."

Sonni took her hand in his, his voice softening. "A threat has come to the West, and Nosaze has walked straight into it."

Sokora's face shifted, her confusion quickly giving way to a flicker of anger. Her voice dropped to a low tone. "If this is about Nosaze, it's not our concern. Besides, she considers us her enemies."

Sonni released her hand and turned back to his generals, his tone firm. "Sokora, it is also our duty to protect the West from danger. If Nosaze fails, the consequences won't just end with her kingdom."

Sokora's expression hardened, her voice rising slightly. "So, you want to fight this threat?"

Sonni met her gaze, nodding. "Yes. I am making arrangements to move into battle tomorrow. It is what's best for all of us."

Sokora shook her head, taking a step back. "If Nosaze wants to deal with this, then let her deal with it herself. It's her war, not ours."

Sonni's face saddened at her words, but he held his composure. "This isn't just about Nosaze. It's about the survival of the West."

Sokora withdrew from the conversation, her voice firm yet distant. "Then fight off that threat and come back safely, Your Highness. We will be waiting for your return."

Sonni's heart sank as he watched her walk away, her disagreement with his decision weighing heavily on him. But there was no time for doubt—his people, his land, and the West itself depended on the actions he was about to take.

Afuria's Silent Cry

At noon, Nosaze and her army reached the borders of Afuria, standing on the highlands overlooking the ruined trade center below. As they rode deeper into the area, smoke from burning houses curled into the sky, mingling with the acrid scent of destruction. Scattered debris and faint cries echoed in the distance, painting a grim picture of the devastation.

Aigbe, riding at the vanguard, suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Halt!" The army came to an abrupt stop, their horses snorting and stamping in the tense silence. Aigbe scanned the path ahead, his eyes narrowing at the disturbance further along. He turned to two nearby soldiers and commanded, "Go and investigate. Report back immediately."

Nosaze, sensing unease in the air, rode her horse closer to him. Her voice was steady, but there was a flicker of concern. "What trouble do you notice ahead of us, Aigbe?"

Aigbe kept his gaze forward as he replied, "Your Highness, I am not certain yet, but we will know soon enough when our scouts return."

Amadin, riding just behind, joined them. "This is Afuria's trade center," he said, his tone heavy with disbelief. "I wonder what could have caused this destruction."

Moments later, the two scouts returned, their expressions grim. One of them stepped forward, his voice trembling with anger. "Your Highness, this is indeed the Afuria trade center… or what's left of it." He turned briefly to glance at the smoke before continuing. "The soldiers of Yoname have dealt wickedly here."

The second scout added, his voice thick with sorrow, "The women and children… fathers… all slain. The houses and markets have been burned to the ground. But I say, the path ahead seems clear, and we can still move forward."

Nosaze nodded solemnly, her jaw tightening as she processed their report. Aigbe raised his hand and called out to the army, "Move out!"

The soldiers obeyed, their march solemn as they passed through the ruins of the trade center. Nosaze, however, halted her horse as the desolation came fully into view. Her gaze swept over the charred remains of the city below, her heart heavy with sorrow. She dismounted, and her generals—Aigbe, Amadin, and Ulamen, Amadin's second-in-command—joined her. Together, they stood at the edge of the highlands, overlooking the Kingdom of Afuria below.

Dominating the horizon was a giant statue, its arms crossed over its chest in the traditional sign of royalty and strength, standing resilient amid the destruction. Nosaze stared at it, memories of Zuri rushing back. Her dear friend had once spoken proudly of this symbol, the heart of Afuria's pride.

Her voice wavered as she said, "Zuri was a very close friend of mine. And now… look at what Yoname has brought upon this innocent kingdom."

Amadin, his expression hard but respectful, responded, "Her memory will remain in our hearts. The Jewel of Numidia, now brought to dust… there is no mercy in the hearts of our enemies."

Ulamen stepped forward, her voice quiet but resolute. "Then we will do our best to raise Afuria back again. For Zuri, and for her people."

Nosaze straightened, her expression firm, the sorrow in her eyes giving way to determination. She raised her voice, commanding the attention of those around her. "For all that is worth it!"

The others joined her, their voices echoing in unison, "For all that is worth it!"

As one, they crossed their arms over their chests, mirroring the giant statue below—a symbol of royalty, loyalty, and unyielding resolve. Standing amidst the ruins, they pledged silently to bring justice to the fallen and to honor the legacy of those who had been lost.

The Thunder Before the Storm

The next morning, Sonni and his army set out, their pace swift as they aimed to catch up with Nosaze before she could engage in battle. Sonni rode at the forefront, his expression clouded with worry. Though his soldiers maintained discipline, he couldn't shake the growing unease in his heart. As the landscape passed in a blur, he silently prayed, "Nosaze, don't let your anger lead you to ruin. Wait for us… please."

Meanwhile, Yoname and her forces camped at Nduka's Whispering Cave Hill. The air was heavy with the scent of rain as storm clouds gathered overhead, casting an ominous glow across the horizon. Yoname stood alone outside her tent, her piercing gaze fixed on the distant forest. The faint rustle of footsteps behind her caught her attention as Senay, her trusted advisor, approached.

"Your Highness," Senay said cautiously, noting her contemplative demeanor. "You seem more serious than usual. What weighs on your mind?"

Yoname turned her head slightly, offering a faint, mischievous smile that didn't reach her eyes. She gestured toward the dark line of trees in the distance. "Look ahead," she murmured. "I know you cannot see it, but let me tell you this…" Her tone dropped, carrying an air of foreboding. "My prey is coming, straight to me."

Senay glanced toward the forest, though he saw nothing but shadows and the distant sway of trees. "What do you suggest we do, Your Highness?"

Yoname's eyes gleamed as thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. "Prepare the soldiers," she commanded. "Tell them to stay sharp and vigilant. Tonight will not be a quiet one… it's going to be a wild night."

With a nod, Senay turned and descended the hill to relay her orders. Yoname remained rooted in place, her expression unreadable as she stared into the coming storm. For her, the battle wasn't just a matter of strategy—it was personal.

Nosaze and her army found a sheltered clearing within the forest to set up camp. The thick canopy above offered some protection from the storm clouds rolling in. As the soldiers settled, lighting fires and tending to their weapons, Nosaze and her generals gathered in a secluded corner to discuss their strategy.

Amadin leaned forward, his voice steady but serious. "By nightfall, we should launch a swift and immediate attack," he suggested, pausing briefly as if weighing his words. "Although… we don't know the exact strength of her army."

Oriri, sitting across from him, nodded in agreement. "Yes, her army. It's not like what we faced during Nehizena's reign. This one… this one looks far more fierce and disciplined."

Nosaze leaned back slightly, her pride evident in her demeanor. Her voice carried confidence as she spoke. "We are not feeble warriors, Oriri. We've faced adversities before and come through stronger. This war is not new to us." She turned to Amadin, her tone decisive. "If nightfall seems the best time for the attack, then we move at nightfall."

As she finished speaking, a commotion arose outside. Moments later, a guard burst into the tent, his voice filled with urgency and excitement. "Your Highness! Your Highness! Luck has fallen on our side—the soldiers of Gao have arrived to aid us!"

Nosaze's expression shifted in an instant, her pride giving way to a flash of anger. Rising swiftly, she moved past her generals, her jaw tight. "The soldiers of Gao?" she repeated, her voice sharp.

She strode out of the tent to see if the news was true, her emotions churning. Was this aid… or interference?

As Nosaze strode with some of her soldiers, she spotted the Gao soldiers making their way into the forest, organizing their camp with swift precision. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed Sonni among them, deep in conversation with one of his generals. The sight of him sent a jolt through her chest, but her anger burned brighter. Without hesitation, she charged toward him, her voice cutting through the air.

"What is going on here?" she demanded, her tone sharp and filled with fury.

Sonni turned toward the familiar voice, his expression softening for a moment as he froze. His heart flinched at the sight of her, but her words quickly snapped him out of his daze.

Nosaze, without waiting for a response, stormed into their camp, scattering tents and provisions with angry hands. "Leave this premises right now!" she commanded, her voice rising.

Sonni quickly walked up to her, grabbing her arm in an attempt to calm her down. "Nosaze, calm down. What has gotten into you?"

She wrenched her arm free, glaring at him with an intensity that stopped him in his tracks. "Don't you dare touch me, Sonni. Don't you dare!"

Sonni took a step back, stunned by the fire in her eyes. "Nosaze, why are you acting like this? We are here to help you!"

"I never asked for your help, Sonni!" she shot back, her voice trembling with restrained emotion. She paused, taking a shaky breath. When she spoke again, her tone softened, almost breaking. "Why can't you leave me alone, Sonni? Why can't you just let me forget about you? Please!"

Sonni's face fell, her words hitting him like a blow. "Nosaze," he said gently, his voice low and pleading, "you're walking into the enemy's trap. I can't risk anything happening to you."

Her expression twisted with anger and pain as she retorted, "Since when did you start caring about me, Sonni? When?"

"Nosa, listen—" he began.

"Don't call me that!" she shouted, cutting him off. "Don't you dare call me that." Her voice cracked, her words faltering as tears began to well in her eyes. "I trusted you, Sonni. I trusted you with all my heart. The love I had for you… it was unlike anything I've ever felt for anyone else. I thought you felt the same. But I was wrong."

She paused, her chest rising and falling as she fought to steady herself. "I told you to let him live, but you didn't listen. You killed him. My brother, Sonni. You killed the last of my father's lineage!"

Sonni's voice was strained as he tried to explain. "I told you before, Nosaze—I didn't do it!"

"Stop!" she yelled, the force of her words making him flinch. Her voice broke completely as tears streamed down her face. "You broke my heart, Sonni," she said, her tone now soft and heavy with grief.

Turning away from him, she walked a short distance to compose herself, her back trembling as she fought to hold herself together.

"Please listen," Sonni called out, taking a step toward her, but Nosaze's guards quickly stepped in, blocking his path.

When she finally turned back to face him, her composure had returned, but her voice was firm and unyielding. "I will ignore this so-called aid you claim to be offering. But hear me now, Sonni—after this battle, if we cross paths again, it will mean war."

Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel and walked away, leaving Sonni standing there, lost in words and the weight of her pain.

As both armies prepared for the attack at nightfall, they assembled in their respective positions. Nosaze stood at the front of her troops, eyes scanning her soldiers. The air was tense, heavy with anticipation, when suddenly, a loud voice echoed through the gathering.

"Gao!"

The roar of Sonni's voice stretched out, powerful and unmistakable, cutting through the silence. Nosaze froze. Her heart skipped a beat, despite the anger still simmering inside her. She could feel it, the pull of his leadership, even now. The voice that had once soothed her, now a reminder of all they'd lost.

Sonni's voice rang again, commanding and fierce. "Prepare yourselves. This night will be like no other. Our enemy has ravaged our lands before, but tonight, we will make them pay. We do this for peace!"

His words ignited the soldiers of Gao, who responded in unison: "We do this for justice!"

The soldiers of Benin exchanged glances, amazed at the fire that burned in their former allies' eyes. It was as if nothing had changed. They were ready to fight alongside Gao, despite all that had transpired.

Amadin walked up to Nosaze, watching the scene unfold. He studied Sonni for a moment before turning to Nosaze with a somber look.

"He's just like before," Amadin said quietly. "Fierce, courageous… a determined leader."

Nosaze sighed, shaking her head in frustration. She turned away from Amadin, her gaze hardening as she focused on her own troops. "We won't follow his lead," she said, her voice laced with steel. "We move on our own terms. We fight for our cause, not his."

There was a moment of silence, as Amadin processed her words. He could see the weight of her decision, but it didn't stop him from watching Sonni's army with admiration. He, too, could feel the fire in the air, but Nosaze's resolve was clear.

At nightfall, Yoname's army stood alert around the mouth of the cave. Shadows flickered in the light of their torches as they gripped their weapons tightly. They were silent but sharp-eyed, their movements almost mechanical, their resolve unshakable. Every soldier seemed to embody a deadly precision, their faces devoid of emotion—focused only on the carnage that awaited.

From the darkness of the forest, a sudden roar shattered the stillness. Nosaze and Sonni's armies stormed out of the bushes like a tidal wave, the sound of their war cries echoing through the cliffs. The element of surprise was theirs, but Yoname's forces did not falter.

The Battle Unfolds

Yoname's soldiers moved like shadows, almost inhuman in their speed and coordination. They met the charge head-on, their strikes wild yet calculated, slashing and stabbing with an eerie efficiency. They didn't hesitate, didn't flinch, and their strength felt endless, as though they fed on the fear and blood of their enemies.

Nosaze's army clashed into them, shields and spears locking against blades. The forest erupted in chaos, the clang of steel against steel mixing with the cries of the wounded. Nosaze was at the forefront, her dual swords gleaming as she cut down an opponent, then whirled to block an attack from behind.

"Stay in formation!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the noise.

But Yoname's soldiers didn't fight in formations—they were like a swarm, breaking apart and regrouping with deadly precision. They surrounded isolated fighters, striking from all sides. One soldier from Gao raised his spear to block an incoming blade, but before he could counter, three more of Yoname's soldiers descended on him, cutting him down in seconds.

Sonni In The Fray

Sonni moved through the battlefield like a storm, his mighty sword with a sharp pommel resembling a dagger flashing as he cut through the enemy. His strikes were precise and devastating, but even he found himself pushed to his limits. He fought his way to Nosaze, cutting down a soldier who lunged at her from the side.

"Watch your back, Nosa!" he shouted over the din, his tone sharp but protective.

She didn't respond, her focus locked on the next wave of attackers.

Pushing Towards the Cave

The battle raged on, blood soaking the forest floor. Nosaze and Sonni's armies fought valiantly, but it was clear Yoname's soldiers were unlike any they had faced before. Every swing of the blade felt like it was cutting through an endless tide.

"We need to break through!" Nosaze yelled, her voice strained but resolute.

Sonni nodded, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the battlefield. "Focus on their weak points—don't fight them head-on!"

The two of them pushed forward, cutting a path through the chaos. Nosaze's sword clashed against a soldier's axe, sparks flying as she forced the weapon down and drove her blade into his chest. Sonni spun behind her, slicing through two soldiers who had broken away from the main group to flank them.

Despite their skill, the resistance grew fiercer as they neared the cave. Yoname's soldiers seemed almost impervious to pain, rising even after taking crippling blows.

One soldier from Gao struck an enemy in the chest with his spear, only to have the soldier pull the spear deeper into himself to get closer. He grabbed the Gao soldier by the neck and plunged a dagger into his side.

"They fight like demons," Amadin growled, striking down another opponent as he joined Nosaze and Sonni at the front.

"They are nothing but men!" Nosaze snapped, though she couldn't deny the chill that ran down her spine.

Inside the Cave Entrance

The trio reached the mouth of the cave, their forces following close behind. The sounds of battle echoed around them, the clash of steel and cries of soldiers filling the air as the rest of their armies fought to hold back Yoname's reinforcements. Nosaze turned to Sonni, her breath ragged from the intensity of the battle.

"She's in there," Nosaze said, her voice cold and determined.

Sonni nodded, gripping his sword tightly. He turned to Keita, signaling him to watch the entrance, his eyes sharp and calculating. Keita, with his bow and arrow, took position, picking off a few of Yoname's soldiers attempting to sneak through.

Sonni turned to face the cave's dark mouth, his expression grim. With a final glance at Nosaze, he stepped into the shadows, his blade gleaming faintly in the dim light. As he moved deeper, the sounds of the battlefield faded, replaced by an eerie, almost suffocating silence. The air grew thick, the damp scent of stone filling his nostrils. Shadows stretched across the walls, distorting into haunting shapes.

In the dim light at the heart of the cave, Yoname sat on a jagged stone on the high ledge, her figure illuminated by a single flickering torch. Her back was to Sonni as he entered, but the tension in the air was palpable, her presence unmistakable. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the cavern as she remained still, not facing him yet.

"King Sonni," she said, her voice low, dangerous, almost mocking. "Why did you come to wage war with me?"

Sonni froze, his pulse quickening at the sound of his name. His hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of his sword, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Yoname stood, her movements fluid and calculated, then slowly turned her back toward him.

"Yoname... what have you become?" Sonni's voice was a mixture of anger and confusion. He advanced, each step measured as his eyes never left her.

She glanced at the sword in his hand, a smirk curling her lips. "You have no idea what you're up against." Her voice was a dangerous whisper as she sized him up. "I'll give you a chance, Sonni. Pull out now, while you still can."

Sonni's gaze hardened, his eyes steely with determination. He didn't flinch, but his stance was ready, prepared for anything. "I will never allow you to bring trouble upon the West," he said, his voice calm yet resolute.

Yoname's eyes gleamed with an almost predatory light as she smiled mischievously. "Against the West? Or... against her?" She took a deliberate step toward the shadows, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. "Either way, your death is already at your door."

Suddenly, she vanished into the darkness, the torchlight flickering violently. Her voice echoed once more, chilling and taunting. "You are a dead man, Sonni. A dead man."

Sonni's senses heightened, his grip tightening on his sword. He knew she was preparing to strike, but where? The shadows around him seemed to shift with her movements, her presence like a dark cloud. He steadied his breathing, waiting, listening for the slightest sign of movement. His eyes darted around, his body coiled like a spring.

Without warning, Yoname struck. She emerged from the shadows with lightning speed, her blade aimed directly at Sonni's chest. Sonni barely managed to deflect the strike, the force sending a shock of impact through his arm. He quickly countered, his sword cutting through the air, but Yoname was already retreating, her movements swift and fluid, like a ghost.

"You've grown weaker, Sonni," Yoname taunted, her voice echoing off the cave walls as she circled him, her blade in hand. She struck again, aiming for his side, but Sonni was ready. He parried the blow, his sword meeting hers with a loud clash.

Sonni's eyes burned with intensity. "I don't fight for power, Yoname," he growled. "I fight to protect."

The battle between them was a blur of strikes and dodges, each move a test of speed and precision. Yoname's style was unpredictable, fluid, but Sonni's experience and strength began to tell. He drove her back with a powerful swing, forcing her to stumble into the shadows again. Her breathing was heavy, but she stood tall, her eyes filled with renewed focus.

"You're stronger than I remember," Yoname said, her voice cold, almost respectful. But the smile on her lips held no warmth.

Sonni didn't reply. He was ready for her next move, watching, waiting. Yoname wasn't finished, not by a long shot.

Yoname backed away slowly, her eyes never leaving Sonni's, calculating. She was planning her next move—her main attack. The air between them crackled with tension, the silence before the storm.

The cave trembled with the sounds of battle. Yoname, like a shadow, moved with terrifying speed, her dual chain blades whipping through the air. The faint torchlight cast fleeting glimmers of the vicious, spinning blades as she danced around Sonni, striking with deadly precision. Her eyes gleamed with malice, calculating every movement he made.

Sonni was a seasoned warrior, but Yoname's speed forced him to keep up, constantly on the defensive. Each time his sword clashed with one of her chain blades, the impact reverberated in the cave, sending sparks flying. She attacked relentlessly, twirling the blades, slicing at him from every angle, keeping him on the back foot. He parried one blow, but her other blade snaked around, catching his arm and drawing a thin line of blood.

Sonni gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his brow, his breath ragged. He had to outpace her, outthink her—but she was relentless, pushing him to his limits.

With every strike, the ground beneath them trembled. He sidestepped a wild lunge, his sword narrowly missing her, but her response was immediate. With a vicious twist of her foot, she kicked one of her blades toward his shoulder, striking it with such force that Sonni staggered backwards, crashing into the ground with a painful thud.

Groaning, he tried to get up, but before he could steady himself, Yoname was on him. She moved like lightning, her chains wrapping around him. With a brutal pull, she yanked him toward her, binding him with the chains, her blades constricting around his torso.

Sonni struggled, pushing against the chains, but Yoname was too strong. She drove her shoulder into his chest, slamming him into the cave wall with a bone-jarring impact. His vision blurred from the shock, but he forced himself to focus, his heart pounding in his chest.

His eyes flicked down to the edge of the cliff. The gorge below seemed endless, the river at the bottom a violent, unforgiving rush of water. His blood ran cold, realizing just how far the drop was—one wrong move, and he would be lost.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp voice.

"Yoname! Let him go!"

Nosaze's voice rang through the cavern, her arrow trained on Yoname. She was breathing heavily, her presence a beacon of determination.

Yoname, without breaking her grip on Sonni, glanced toward Nosaze, a wicked smile curling on her lips. "What will you do, Nosaze? Kill me?" she taunted, the malice in her voice as sharp as her blades.

Sonni screamed, the pain in his chest nearly unbearable. "Nosaze, take the shot! Please, help me!" His voice cracked with desperation, his body straining against Yoname's unyielding grip.

Yoname, seemingly unfazed by the threat, leaned in closer to Sonni, her face inches from his. She whispered, her voice laced with venom, "Nosaze, you killed your brother. Is that not enough? Now you want to kill his wife?" She twisted the words, trying to plant the seeds of doubt.

Nosaze stood frozen, her arrow steady in her grip, but her eyes wavered. The weight of Yoname's words bore down on her, and for a moment, she hesitated. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest, torn between the man she loved and the woman who spoke of a dark truth. Would she make the same mistake she had made once before?

In the silence of the cave, the tension thickened. The weight of the past, the anguish, the betrayal—they all hung heavy in the air, and Nosaze's hand trembled, the bow still aimed at Yoname. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it all.

Her breath caught In her throat. The choice before her was excruciating. Could she trust herself to make the right decision this time? Would she save Sonni, or would she fall prey to the shadows of the past?

As Nosaze stood frozen, the weight of her thoughts dragging her down, an eerie presence crept into the air. Her peripheral vision caught movement—figures emerging from the shadows of the cave. Yoname's soldiers, hidden in the upper corners, were silently aiming their arrows at her, their weapons sharp and deadly. The realization hit her like a cold wave, a wave of dread, but she couldn't afford to be distracted. Her focus remained fixed on Yoname.

Sonni, still pinned beneath Yoname's unrelenting grip, gritted his teeth in agony. He struggled to speak, his voice raw with pain. "Nosa, please," he pleaded, his words barely audible but filled with desperation. "I beg you, don't listen to her… help me."

Tears welled up in Nosaze's eyes as she wavered, her grip on the bow faltering. She stuttered, her voice trembling like a whisper in the cave's silence. "Sonni… I can't."

Yoname's sharp gaze flicked toward her soldiers, and she smirked, sensing her victory. "I think the little warrior won't be able to save him after all. She's tied up with her own demons," she taunted, her voice dripping with malice.

Nosaze's heart sank, but she refused to lower her aim. She couldn't let Yoname win. She couldn't let Sonni die without doing everything she could to save him.

Sonni, seeing the torment in her eyes, spoke softly, sorrow lacing his voice. "Nosa, don't worry," he said, his breath shallow. "You don't need to do any more harm…" He paused, his gaze meeting hers. "Then I'll finally have paid for my mistake."

His words struck her like a blade, piercing her soul. She flinched, her heart breaking in two as she realized the depth of what he was saying. He thought he was at fault. He thought he deserved this, and she couldn't bear it.

Before she could respond, Yoname's smile widened, sensing the moment of weakness. In a flash, she moved with terrifying precision. One of her chain blades slashed through Sonni's stomach, the blade cutting deep into his flesh. Blood spilled out, and with a final, brutal twist, Yoname released her hold on him.

Sonni's body lurched forward, and he lost his footing, crashing against the jagged edge of the cliff. His body tumbled down the steep incline, the violent force of his fall sending pieces of rock and debris flying in all directions. His body disappeared into the abyss below, swallowed by the relentless flow of the river far beneath, its currents strong enough to carry him away into the unknown.

"No!" Nosaze screamed, her voice echoing through the cave, the anguish in her words sharp enough to crack the stone walls around her. She dropped her bow and sprinted forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached the edge, desperately trying to save him, her hands outstretched to the void, but it was too late. The river carried Sonni's broken body away, the echoes of his fall slowly fading into the roar of the water.

Nosaze stood there, paralyzed, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her eyes were wide, unblinking, as she stared at the empty space where Sonni had fallen. The grief, the shock—it was overwhelming. She wanted to scream again, to run after him, but her legs wouldn't move. She couldn't save him. She had failed.

While Nosaze kneeled, her gaze fixed on the gorge, Yoname stood tall with pride, her army encircling both her and Nosaze. Nosaze's voice was low but firm, trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. "Why did you do this? What do you want from me?"

Yoname replied, her tone cold and unyielding, "I never invited him, nor did I threaten him. Still, he insisted on attacking me. Why did you bring him into this?"

Nosaze's eyes burned with rage. "You are evil! You killed the one who killed your husband, now leave Benin alone!"

Yoname stared at her, confused. "Killed the one who killed my husband? Sonni didn't kill Nehizena." She walked toward Nosaze, her steps measured, confident. "What wisdom does Sonni have concerning poison? What could he have done to kill Nehizena?"

Nosaze's mind spun, a storm of doubt crashing through her as she remembered Sonni's pleas of innocence. "No… what have I done?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Yoname continued, her words slicing through Nosaze's confusion. "Nehizena was killed by his own, his fellow king who worked alongside him. But the enemy found him because you and your precious Sonni chased him to where they wanted him." She towered over Nosaze, her words dark and unwavering. "I'm straightforward, Nosaze. You should know by now, my offer still stands. Benin has pushed me to the brink, and I must put them in their place. As for you... your arrogance is something I admire. Work with me, and you will gain much. The people you fight for, they will betray you when the time is right."

Nosaze recoiled, her eyes burning with defiance. She drew her dagger, pointing it at Yoname. "Stay away from me. Don't come any closer."

Yoname's soldiers raised their bows in unison, surrounding Nosaze. She was outnumbered, and she knew it. The only way out was the gorge.

"Put the blade down," Yoname commanded, her voice firm.

Nosaze's grip tightened on her dagger. She couldn't give in. With a defiant growl, she threatened them, but before she could act, one of Yoname's soldiers released an arrow. It struck Nosaze in the collarbone, sending her staggering back.

She cried out in pain as she fell into the gorge below.

Yoname's soldiers moved to fire more arrows into the gorge, but Yoname's voice rang out sharply. "Hold your fire."

They stopped, stepping back to allow her to approach the edge of the gorge.

Senay, Yoname's trusted advisor, came to her side, his voice edged with urgency. "It's over, my queen. The battle is done. Their men have retreated. They couldn't withstand the force of our army."

Yoname shook her head in disbelief, a smirk playing at her lips. "They're not dead. Sonni is a seasoned warrior. He doesn't go down with just one thrust. That fall means nothing to him. And Nosaze? She's a good swimmer. This wave will mean nothing to her."

She turned away from the gorge, her voice calm but resolute. "Don't be fooled. Besides, this gorge leads to…?"

"Zihama River," Senay answered, confusion in his voice.

"Which village?" Yoname asked, her gaze fixed on him.

"Tanoua," Senay replied, still unsure of where this was leading.

"Tanoua Village," Yoname continued, her voice steady. "A sanctuary on the banks of the Zihama River, known for its skilled healers. They tend to the wounded from any land, asking only for payment or supplies."

She paused, letting her words sink in.

"Small, but vital. Many kingdoms owe their soldiers' lives to Tanoua. That will be enough for Sonni and Nosaze."

Senay, impressed by Yoname's insight, spoke with awe. "You want everything to unfold according to your plan. Your wisdom is beyond measure."

Yoname didn't acknowledge his praise. She simply turned, walking away from their midst, her mind already moving on to the next step of her plan.

Yoname's army swiftly overpowered Sonni and Nosaze's forces, driving them back. The remaining soldiers retreated to their camp, now leaderless, without their king and queen. With their morale shattered, they refused to return to the kingdom.

The flickering glow of the campfire cast long shadows over the weary warriors, their faces grim, their spirits heavy. The night air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat, a stark reminder of the battle they had barely survived. The silence between them was louder than any war cry—filled with uncertainty, grief, and the weight of unfinished battle.

Amadin stepped closer to the fire, his voice steady but laced with sorrow. "I admire your strategy and your skills in battle. I want to thank you for coming to our aid."

Fatoumata, her fists clenched, eyes burning with frustration, stared into the flames. "It was all Sonni's strategy, and now we've lost our rulers. I won't return to the kingdom without him. If he's held captive, I'll fight death itself to bring him back."

Amadin nodded solemnly. "Same here. We've come too far to back down now."

Keita stood, his silhouette outlined against the fire's glow. He faced the flames, his alasho masking his expression, making his words even more unreadable—yet the weight behind them was undeniable. His voice, steady and commanding, cut through the heavy silence. "We all have sacrifices to make for our rulers. That's a courageous decision. But a wise plan will guide us through this." His gaze remained fixed on the fire, as if drawing strength from its flickering embers. "We will wait for Diallo, our axeman, to arrive. As Sonni always said, after a week's rest, we move forward to battle."

Without another word, Keita turned and strode into the darkness of the forest, his form swallowed by the night. The fire crackled in his absence, its embers drifting into the air, as the others sat in heavy silence, absorbing the weight of his words.