Bab 1: The Spirits of Umudike
Volume I: Children of the Earth
Chapter 1: The Night of Prophecies
The wind whispered through the ancient forest of Njemanze, carrying with it the scent of earth and rain. The trees, tall and heavy with age, loomed over the narrow path that wound like a serpent between their trunks. At the heart of the forest, the village of Umudike slept beneath a blanket of stars, unaware that this night would be remembered for generations.
Adanna, the daughter of Eze Nnobi, stood on the high balcony of the royal palace, her gaze fixed on the horizon. She had been restless for days, an unease gnawing at her heart, as if the spirits themselves were calling out in warning. Her long braids brushed against her back as she turned her head, scanning the treetops that swayed in the evening breeze. Somewhere beyond those trees lay the sacred grounds of the Oracle of Njemanze, where tonight, the elders gathered to consult the spirits.
Tonight, a prophecy would be spoken.
"Adanna," came a voice behind her, soft but full of authority. She didn't need to turn to recognize the voice of her father, Eze Nnobi. He approached with the regal bearing that had earned him the loyalty of the kingdom, but tonight his face was lined with worry.
"You should rest," he said, stepping beside her. "The prophecy will come when it is meant to. There is no use in fretting over the unknown."
"I cannot rest," Adanna replied, her voice tight with frustration. "I feel something in the air, Father. A change is coming. I cannot explain it, but it is as if the gods are whispering to me."
Eze Nnobi sighed, his eyes sweeping over the distant horizon. He had ruled Umudike for thirty years, guiding it through times of peace and prosperity. But he was not a fool. He knew that prosperity could be as fragile as a thread, and in the past year, he had sensed the shifting tides. Neighboring clans had grown restless. His own council had become divided. And there was the issue of the heir…
"You are your mother's child," Nnobi said with a small smile. "She was always in tune with the spirits. Perhaps it is her blood that stirs within you tonight."
Adanna's mother, Queen Amaka, had passed when Adanna was just a child, but her legacy lingered in her daughter's strength and will. Adanna, now twenty, had inherited her mother's sharp mind and fierce heart, but she lived in a world where women were not expected to wield power. That was a man's burden—a man's right. And therein lay the heart of Eze Nnobi's troubles.
"I will go to the Oracle," Adanna declared suddenly, pulling herself from her thoughts. Her father raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"That is not a place for you, Adanna. The elders—"
"The elders will tell us what they believe the gods have said, but I want to hear it for myself." She turned, her eyes flashing with determination. "This prophecy… it concerns us all. I can feel it."
Nnobi studied his daughter for a long moment, weighing the wisdom of arguing with her. She was his only child, his pride and joy, but also the source of his greatest sorrow. For though she was fierce and capable, the laws of their people would never allow her to sit on the throne as his successor. Only a man could inherit his title, and without a male heir, his kingdom would be thrown into chaos the moment he was gone.
But tonight was not the time for that battle.
"Very well," Nnobi said finally. "Go, but be mindful. The spirits are fickle. They do not always speak in ways we understand."
Adanna nodded, a grateful smile touching her lips. She gathered her long cloak around her shoulders and turned toward the doorway that led down into the palace's inner chambers. The night was still young, but something told her it would be a long one.
The Forest of Njemanze
The walk to the Oracle was cloaked in darkness, save for the faint glow of the full moon that hung above the treetops. Adanna moved swiftly, the weight of her father's words still lingering in her mind. Her feet tread the path that had been worn by generations of her ancestors, leading to the sacred grounds where the spirits were said to commune with the chosen few.
As she approached the clearing, she could already see the flickering light of the fire, and the low murmur of voices reached her ears. The elders had gathered—men of wisdom and power, their heads bowed in reverence as they awaited the Oracle's vision. At the center of the circle sat the Oracle herself, an old woman draped in white, her eyes clouded with the haze of the spirit world.
Adanna stayed at the edge of the clearing, hidden by the trees. Women were not welcome at these ceremonies, but she had never been one to let tradition dictate her actions. She crouched low, straining to hear the words of the Oracle as the fire crackled and hissed before her.
"Tonight," the Oracle began, her voice like the rustle of dry leaves, "the spirits speak of a great change. I see a river of blood flowing through the land. I see a crown falling from the head of a king. But I also see hope. In the midst of the darkness, a light will rise."
The elders murmured in confusion. "What does it mean, great Oracle?" one of them asked.
"The prophecy is clear," the Oracle continued, her gaze distant, her voice rising. "A child will come, born of the earth, and this child will either save the kingdom or destroy it. The spirits are restless. The balance is shifting."
Adanna felt a chill run down her spine. A child born of the earth? Could it be a metaphor? A sign of a new leader? Or something far more dangerous?
Before she could think further, the Oracle's eyes snapped open and she looked directly at where Adanna was hiding. Her voice, low and sharp, pierced the night.
"You should not be here, child of Nnobi. But your fate is tied to what is coming. Beware, for the spirits have marked you as well."
Adanna's breath caught in her throat, but she did not move. The Oracle's words felt like a weight pressing down on her, heavy with meaning she could not yet grasp.
As the firelight flickered and the prophecy hung in the air, Adanna knew that her life, and the future of Umudike, would never be the same.
End of Chapter 1.
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