In the outskirts of Tangnia kingdom was a village of hunters the Tongo clan. The Tongo clan members had a brown complexion that seemed to absorb light, with a subtle, star like freckling or a shimmer reminiscent of a night sky. Most of their hair was made into short and long, thick locs and only a few had afro's and most females had their hair braided beautifully into different designs.
The children of the Tongo clan would travel to the nearby city to study, or to apply for knighthood within the Tangnia kingdom.
The clouds were dark grey, heavy rains pouring down. In the biggest hut where the village chief lived, a woman's cries could be heard. Midwives voices could be heard from outside,
"Push, Push, you're so close"
After a few minutes the woman let out one last scream and a baby's voice echoed as the newly born baby started crying. From the east side of the village, the chief appeared wearing his signature cloak made from the skin and fur of an alpha grey wolf and behind him three hunters followed carrying the carcass of a huge lion with a black main they had just killed.
They reached the chiefs hut and placed the lion on the ground. The chief dropped to one knee and slit the lion's throat and it's blood flowed into a small bowl he was holding. He quickly rushed inside with the bowl in hand. His wife met his gaze, her hair matted with sweat but a beautiful smile was plastered on her face as she stared at her newborn child. Her eyes darted to her husband who was looking at her and their child.
"It's a boy" she said her voice weak but filled with joy.
A smile appeared on the village chief's mouth as he walked closer,
"My son" he said his voice trembling. He dipped his thumb into the bowl filled with blood and drew a line from the newly born baby's forehead to the tip of his nose. He dipped his fingers again and drew two symbols on the baby's cheeks. After he was done, the baby stopped crying and started smiling.
The chief quickly walked out side his face serious,
"it's a boy!" he yelled
"Yeeees!!!!"
"Congratulations Chief!!"
"A new great hunter has arrived!!" the Tongo clan people yelled.
The chief lifted his right hand in the air,
"My forth son is born, tonight we celebrate!!!"
"yeah, yeah!!" the people screamed.
"Bring in the divine doctor to bless my son" the chief yelled.
The men of the clan had already started drinking. They made way for the divine doctor to pass through while they drank.
The old man stroking his beard walked with finesse, with the people of the village bowling to show their respect.
The old man only waved with a smile on his face left hand behind his back. He walked into the village chief's hit. The chief quickly showed the Divine doctor the way to the child.
The old man reached the bed were the mother was lying with her son in her hands.
"I'll begin" he said
He place his hand on the baby's forehead and closed his eyes. There was silence fore a few seconds then the old man's face turned ugly. He focused a bit more, and saw a ball of green energy rushed towards him, it's intensity causing him to puke a mouthful of blood.
The old man fell down on his behind a few inches from the bed.
"Are you okay divine doctor" the chief asked. Lightning struck the middle of the village shaking and scaring the hearts of everyone in the village. The celebration and the dancing in the rain quickly stopped.
The old man had his eyes wide open in fear, his hand shaking against the floor. His slowly lifted his right hand from the floor and pointed at the child.
"Evil, a..a...a bad omen" the old man's breathe was heavy.
"... He...hh..he is cursed, that child is a bad omen, great evil is upon us"
The mother and the chief were all stunned. Their eyes frozen with shock.
"divine doctor what can we do to save our son" the mother asked.
The old man sighed his voice filled with great sadness, "Get rid of him"
The chief and his wife's eyes snapped wide open in shock. The chief's smile vanished. His shoulders slumped as he stared at his son, his jaw working silently. He ran a hand over his face, the lines of his brow deepening with a terrible weight.
Her voice though weak from labor, was sharp as a flint edge. "He is my son" She clutched the child to her chest, her knuckle white,
"how dare you say something like that, l will never abandon him even if it means I'll have to raise him alone. The chief looked down defeated, if he didn't agree with his wife he would risk losing her.
The chief's voice was a hollow whisper, all the celebration drained from it "we will raise him"
"this is tragic, this child shouldn't be allowed to live, great disaster is coming, how tragic" the old man walked out of the hut disappointed and feeling sorry for the parents.
As he left the village he spoke,
"Truly a bad omen, offer him to the gods and let his soul be purified"
The chief went back into the hut to his wife and child. He slowly walked towards them,
"maybe we should listen to the divine.."
"He's our son" his wife enterupted him anger in her voice.
"My wife, the divine doctor has never been wrong"
She held her son tighted, "I will not let anyone harm my son, he's just a child, he doesn't know anything."
The whole village soon learnt about what the great doctor had said and all the celebrations stopped. For the next few days the child wasn't given a name an always stayed with his mother. She feared someone would try and harm him.
The chief's wife walked around the house singing to her child when she heard,
"The chief has returned, we are blessed by the gods" the people of the village celebrated the Chief had returned from the hunt. He spent the rest of the day with the other hunters and only when it was night did he go to his hut.
"husband you have returned"
His wife's voice startled him. He closed his eyes and sighed, he had hoped that she would be sleeping.
"You can ignore me all you want, but we should at least give our son a name" she asked.
"He's not my....he's a bad omen" he attered without even looking at her.
She squeezed her hand into a fist hurt by his words, "please husband, I will give him his first name Omari"
"How can you give him such a grand name" he retorted,
"I will not let him take our clan's last name, he will be Siwang" then he went on the bed and closed his eyes.
"What does it mean" she asked but her voice fell on deaf ears.
nine years later, the sound of a whip echoed for the chief's hut.
"I heard he got suspended for school again" one the villagers spoke.
The villager next to him quickly retorted,
"The chief will surely punish him hard again, last time he beat him until he was nearly half dead"
Inside the hut Omari had his hands tied to the foot of the bed while his father the chief whipped him. He gritted his teeth refusing to let his father see him in tears.
His mother was banging on the locked door pleading, "he's had enough husband, please stop, please he's learned his lesson"
After a few minutes the chief opened the door leaving the young boy laying on the ground bruised and in pain. The chief's wife rushed in and quickly untied her son.
"My handsome strong young boy, I'm sorry l was late to protect you"
She quickly hugged him,
"it's ok to cry your mom is here with you Omari"
As soon as he heard the door close, he hugged him mother back. Knowing that his father had left he started to frantically cry his heart out. After a while of crying he was fully asleep on his mother's lap with her playing with his hair.
Most men in the village were mascular and well build and females were fit in all the right places. Omari was mostly afraid of his father and how huge he was.
Night time came and Omari had just come back from taking a bath. He saw his older brother the 3rd born sleeping on their mother's lap. He clutched his fist and walked over there and kicked his brother away.
"Omari! You don't do that"
He stared at his brother and a faint green glow shone in his eyes, "but you're my mom"
She took a deep breathe and replied,
"Omari, I'm their mother too, and that doesn't mean l love you less" she sighed and continued,
"and all of you not a word about this to your father"
A few weeks passed by and Omari was finally able to go back to school. He walked on the small dust road for a few minutes and he was able to finally see the city. A few more minutes of walking he entered the city. It was busy as aways with people selling different things along the roads, food, jewelry and pottery made pots and bowls.
He took a right turn and he could see his school at the end of the street. Only he and his third born brother went to this school. The first born was finishing his knight training and the second born had the call of the wild and wanted to be a mighty hunter like their father.
Omari walked in and most of the students eyes, whispers rumbling through the air,
"He's back, the demon child"
"Bad omen, obviously back to cause trouble"
One of the students quickly closed his friend's mouth, "shhhhhh don't let him hear you".
The first thing Omari did was go to the back of the classes, his two minions were standing there waiting for him.
"Boss he's the one who reported you to the teachers" one of them spoke.
On the ground was a student trembling in fear his head planted on the ground begging to be forgiven.
Omari looked at him and remembered how his father punished him, his breath heavied and his face turned ugly beaming with anger.
He walked forward and a faint green glow appeared in his eyes and he swung his leg kicking the student in the head.
He turned around and started walking away. With a wave, he signalled his two minions to start punishing the student.
For the rest of his day he was in class sitting in the back as aways. Ever since he heard his teachers say knowledge is power, he never missed a class and became the best student in his class.
He was never expelled because of his genius. The school needed him to continue bringing glory to the school in the school competitions.
Afters school while walking home, he heard a beautiful voice singing,
"A prince born beneath the favor of the stars, crowned by Heaven's hand, loved by the gods
Will he rise as a dragon that soars through the skies" the middle aged man finished his song,
"or fall as dust, forgotten by time" the middle aged man whispered. His voice felt like sunlight breaking through the clouds. People clapped and threw coins in his busket.