Image Source: myrodetrips.com Before showing up at the hospital to take David to Don Vetolas’ mansion for their mission of retriev...
Image Source: myrodetrips.com
Before showing up at the hospital to take David to Don Vetolas’ mansion for their mission of retrieving the ring of King Dynas, Awiti had appeared in Mr. Gabriel’s car and unleashed a cloud of darkness and a soul-shredding cry which left Mr. Gabriel, his guards and driver bleeding from the eyes, mouth and nose until they went cold with death. As David and Awiti turned to leave, Don Vetolas came downstairs and his secretary immediately explained to him what the lady in David’s company had just said. Don Vetolas saw where the two of them stood and thought to come over and acquaint himself with them. As Don Vetolas walked towards them, Awiti saw that the ring which they came for was on his finger. In that instance she flared into a fit of rage and the lights and glass cups in people’s hands exploded, the ring on Don Vetolas’ finger began to burn with fervent heat. Don immediately knew what that meant; the thousand dead his ancestor sacrificed were after the ring. He shouted in an obscure language to his guards and pointed in the direction he saw David and Awiti before the lights went off. His guards went after them with torchlights and guns. Meanwhile the ring on Don Vetolas’ finger continued to burn. Awiti transformed into her usual form of a woman in glowing white silk and evaporated into the thin air. Though the ring on Don Vetolas’ finger burnt him when Awiti stood in his presence, it however did inflict much more pain on Awiti. Perhaps it was for this reason that she left David for some time. It was on this night that David was shot dead beside a truck, but was brought back to life by the woman in silk material.
While David was in coma he did not know that his nightly escapades with the woman in silk were real, he thought they were all dreams. From the night after David was shot, Awiti, the woman in silk, stopped awakening David’s body, instead she began to summon his spirit. While Awiti stepped things up and changed her strategy, Don Vetolas having discovered that the thousand dead were after the heirloom (the ring) that had been in their family for centuries began to carry it about. The woman in silk and her kind could not deal with the ring directly, they had to use a proxy to destroy it; the ring was a powerful talisman which bore their own wrath against them. It was designed to keep them from ever rising from the dead to seek revenge against king Dynas and his descendants. However Awiti and her kind found a way to possess David’s spirit. When they did this, heart-stopping events overtook Don Velotas’ household and the other descendants of king Dynas.
Margaret, Don Velotas’ only daughter was the focal point of the battle of the thousand dead souls against her father and his relatives. Magaret’s dreams were their entry into the lives of the descendants of king Dynas. When it began Don Vetolas could not explain how it could be possible for the thousand dead souls to wage war against his family and siblings even when they had the ring in their possession. One morning, Margaret began to yell hysterically from her sleep. Her cry startled the whole house, hastily Don Vetolas and his wife rushed into her room to find out what or who had attacked their daughter. When they made it to the room, they met the most horrifying sight of their lives; Margaret was sitting on her bed and her eyes literally burned with fluorescent flames. She cut the look of medieval witches; her night clothes shimmered in the morning sun which cascaded into her room. Like a prophetess of Anubis, she began to utter doom over her mother. Unknown to Don Vetolas, the thousand dead souls had taken of her mind through dreams. As far as Margaret was concerned, she was still asleep. She had no knowledge of what was happening. At the hospital where David lay in comma, he too was dreaming. His dream was a simple one. He was sitting beside a girl whom he had not seen before, telling her of the horrendous events which shall take over her family. In Don Vetolas’ house, Margaret amplified the words of David in the dreams, “The wife of the Don shall burn! The flames of king Dynas shall consume her! The pains and sorrows of those who were carried away shall be multiplied in many folds in your midst!” Done with uttering her prophetic doom, Margaret fell back to her bed and slept off as though she not woken up at all that morning.
Vetolas and his wife were very sure that magic was at play in what they saw. While Margaret spoke, they could not stop her even though they shook her violently. Not even the ring on Vetolas’ finger could break the hold over his daughter. Stunned over what he had witnessed, Don Vetolas wondered aloud, “How could this be possible? From where could this be?” “From the thousands your ancestor slaughtered,” volunteered his wife Nyesom. “No! It cannot be. If they were the ones, their hold over Margeret should have broken as soon as I entered her room with this ring. I even touched Margaret with the ring and yet she continued to prophesy.” “If this be not from the thousand dead, then we should take her prophecy seriously. Or could it be that our daughter has been initiated into a cult in school?” asked Nyesom. Don Velotals felt his wife had spotted the problem. “Yes darling! It can’t be farther than that.” Don Vetolas rushed to his daughter’s bed and lifted her off it and dashed out of her room. Behind, his wife followed asking, “Where are you taking her to darling?” “To where she will be delivered!” Outside his house, his guards saw him running to one of his SUVs with his daughter in his hand and they quickly opened the back door of the SUV. Inside Vetolas lay his daughter and sat beside her. His wife joined them at the back of the vehicle. His driver did not wait for instruction; he got on the vehicle and started it immediately. All this while, Margaret slept on innocently and peacefully. When they arrived at the temple of the seer whom he had brought his daughter to for deliverance, Margaret woke up with her usual smile and joie de vivre. Her eyes sparkled with life, love and innocence. As soon as the driver applied the brake, in her usual self she reached out and opened the car door. She liked to do that a lot.
When her mother stepped out of the vehicle, she came down running around and crying playfully, “Mummy I want to ease myself!” In greater shock her parents starred at her unbelievably. Leading her into the temple her father pointed his wife to the rest room and she left with Margaret so she could use the rest room. Outside the door of the rest room Nyesom waited for her daughter. Just when she thought the nightmare was beginning to end, Nyesom heard her daughter whispering her name and her voice laced with evil, “You will burn. You will burn. You will burn Nyesom. You will burn in the flames of ooold.” At first Nyesom wanted to flee; but she braved up and yanked the toilet door open. There was Margaret looking her normal self. Something seemed to move in the mirror and Nyesom swirled around to see what it was. In the mirror, she saw herself burning in a raging fire and yelling helplessly. Her whole being was rattled. The saliva in her tongue dried immediately; she had not seen any fire like that in her entire life. As she trembled and inched away from the rest room, Margaret said to her with the innocence of a nine year old girl, “Mummy you will burn in a B-I-G fire. I saw it.” Nyesom fled, shouting as she ran. Her husband and the occult seer, they had come to see, ran out to meet her. Don Vetolas held his wife and tried to calm her down, but she wouldn’t. She continued to shout, “She said I will burn in fire! She said I will burn! I will burn in fire! I saw it in the mirror! I will burn!” She probably shouted that a hundred times before she began to gasp for breath. Don Vetolas feared the worst.
While Don Vetolas and the occult seer tried to help Nyesom get a hold of herself, little Margaret came bouncing toward them. This time she looked unhappy. As she neared them, Nyesom yelled, “Get away from me witch!! Little witch!!!” Margaret in fear ran to her father. Don Vetolas lifted her in his arms. He could see that her mother’s shout rattled her. On other days she would have cried, but she clenched her teeth and balled her fists, as if she was holding something back. Her father took notice of that and asked, “Tell me angel what is it? She opened her right palm, scooped it around her father’s ear and whispered into it, “She will burn in fire. I saw it in the mirror in that toilet.” “Are you sure you saw it in the mirror or you dreamt it this morning?” asked her father. “No. I did not dream this morning. I saw it in the toilet there. I told her and she started shouting.” Then Don Vetolas knew the case was much more serious than he had thought. His daughter could not even remember what happened that morning; and she had confirmed what his wife said about having seen herself in the mirror burning in fire. Story Continues…
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