legend of Abacha warriors Final part

NDERIATUEGWU was most devastated by the defeat. He felt responsible for the lives of his warriors, who had trusted him and his magic. He knew he had to find a way to stop the invisible enemies, or else his town would be doomed. He decided to journey into the spirit world, to solicit for help and answers. He prepared a special potion, made of herbs and animal blood, and drank it. He fell into a deep trance, and his soul left his body.

 

He found himself in a realm of shadows and lights, where the spirits of the dead and the gods dwelled. He walked through the misty paths, looking for the ones who could help him. He met many spirits along the way, some friendly, some hostile, some indifferent. He greeted them with respect and asked them for guidance. Some of them ignored him, some of them mocked him, some of them gave him cryptic clues. He kept walking, until he reached the sacred grove, where the ancestral spirits of his people rested.

 

He knelt before the ancient tree, where the skulls of his forefathers hung. He called out their names, and asked them for their wisdom. The skulls began to glow, and their voices echoed in his mind. They told him that the invisible enemies were not human, but the cursed offspring of a wicked god, who had defiled the forest and its creatures. They told him that the only way to defeat them was to use the blood of a pure soul, who had lived a long and virtuous life. They told him that such a soul would be hard to find, and that he would have to sacrifice it to the forest god, who would grant him the power to see and slay the enemies. They warned him that this was a dangerous and costly ritual, and that he would have to bear the consequences of his choice.

 

NDERIATUEGWU thanked the ancestral spirits for their advice, and asked them how to perform the ritual. They gave him the instructions, and told him to hurry, for the enemies were closing in on his town. They wished him luck, and faded away. NDERIATUEGWU left the sacred grove, and made his way back to his body. He woke up from his trance, and looked at the sun. He had been gone for a week, and he had no time to waste. He gathered his belongings, and set off to his town.

 

Meanwhile, the people of Abacha were restless, knowing not what to do. The invaders were advancing to the town, and there was nothing anyone could do. They had no weapons, no magic, no hope. They prayed to their gods, and hoped for a miracle. They wondered where NDERIATUEGWU was, and if he would ever return. They feared for their lives, and their future.

 

A day before the enemies would reach the town, NDERIATUEGWU re-emerged. He arrived at the village square, where the people had gathered. They were overjoyed to see him, and asked him if he had found a solution. He told them that he had, but that it required a sacrifice of an old woman. He explained that the sacrifice would appease the forest god, who would give them the power to see and fight the enemies. He said that this was the only way to save their town, and that they had to act fast.

 

The people were shocked and saddened by his words. They did not want to kill one of their own, especially an old woman, who had lived a long and virtuous life. They asked him if there was no other way, but he said that there was not. He said that he understood their pain, and that he would not force anyone to volunteer. He said that he would respect their decision, whatever it was.

 

The people were silent, and looked at each other. They did not know what to do. They loved their town, and their people, but they also loved their elders, and their morals. They were torn between their duty and their compassion. They wondered if there was anyone who would be willing to give up their life for the greater good.

 

Then, a voice spoke up. It was an old woman, who had been sitting in the corner. She was frail and wrinkled, but her eyes were bright and clear. She said that she would volunteer to be the sacrifice. She said that she had lived a long and happy life, and that she had nothing to regret. She said that she loved her town, and her people, and that she wanted to do something for them. She said that she was not afraid of death, and that she trusted NDERIATUEGWU and his magic. She said that she was ready to go, and that she hoped that her blood would save them all.

 

The people were moved by her words, and thanked her for her courage and generosity. They hugged her, and cried with her, and blessed her. They told her that she was a hero, and that they would never forget her. They told her that they loved her, and that they would honor her memory.

 

NDERIATUEGWU was also touched by her words, and thanked her for her sacrifice. He told her that she was a pure soul, and that the forest god would be pleased with her. He told her that he would make sure that her blood would not be wasted, and that he would lead the warriors to victory. He told her that he was sorry for what he had to do, and that he hoped that she would forgive him.

 

He took her by the hand, and led her to his shrine. He prepared the ritual, and asked her to lie down on the altar. He gave her a cup of wine, to ease her pain. He said a prayer, and asked the forest god to accept her offering. He took a knife, and cut her throat. He collected her blood in a bowl, and poured it over the warriors and their swords. He said another prayer, and asked the forest god to grant them the power to see and slay the enemies. He felt a surge of energy, and saw a flash of light. He knew that the ritual was complete.

 

He gathered the warriors, and told them to follow him. He said that they had to face the enemies, and that they had to fight for their town. He said that they had the blood of a hero in their veins, and that they had the power of the forest god in their hands. He said that they had to be brave, and that they had to be strong. He said that they had to avenge their fallen comrades, and that they had to honor their sacrifice. He said that this was their last chance, and that they had to win.

 

He led them to the battlefield, where the enemies were waiting. They were still invisible, except for their cutlasses, which gleamed in the sun. They were still swift and silent, like ghosts. They were still the unseen enemies, the agents of darkness.

 

But the Abacha warriors were not afraid. They could see them, thanks to the blood of the old woman. They could see their shapes, their movements, their weaknesses. They could see them, and they could fight them. They raised their swords, which were also blessed by the blood of the old woman. They could cut them, thanks to the power of the forest god. They could cut their flesh, their bones, their souls. They could cut them, and they could kill them. They shouted their war cry, and charged at them.

 

The last battle was intense, but the Abacha warriors emerged victorious. They fought with courage and skill, and they slaughtered the enemies. They avenged their defeat, and they defended their town. They celebrated their victory, and they mourned their losses. They thanked NDERIATUEGWU for his magic, and they praised the old woman for her sacrifice. They honored their heroes, and they remembered their legends. They were the Abacha warriors, the sons and daughters of the forest god.