17/4/2024
Sunmi found herself standing in Matthew's abandoned building, surrounded by the eerie silence of the deserted structure. But tonight, the atmosphere was different. The room was transformed, filled with soft, golden light that seemed to dance across the walls. Sunmi wore a stunning ball gown, its silk folds shimmering in the dim light. Matthew, dashing in a tailored tuxedo, stood before her, his eyes locked on hers.
As they sat down to a candlelit dinner, the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses. Sunmi felt a shiver run down her spine as Matthew reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers.
"What's going on, Matthew?" Sunmi asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is this some kid of sex dream."
Matthew's eyes seemed to bore into her soul. "It's not just a dream, Sunmi," he said, his voice low and husky. "This is a glimpse of what could be. A glimpse of the truth."
Sunmi's heart skipped a beat. "What truth?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
Matthew leaned in, his face inches from hers. "The truth about you, and your feelings for me."
As he spoke, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a sea of golden light. Sunmi felt a rush of emotions, a mix of excitement and fear.
And then, without warning, Matthew's lips were on hers, sending shivers down her spine. The world around her melted away, leaving only the sensation of his kiss, burning into her memory like a brand.
Sunmi woke up with a start, her heart racing, her lips still tingling from the kiss. It took her a moment to realize that it was just a dream, but the memory of it lingered, refusing to be shaken.
As she went about her day, Sunmi couldn't help but wonder: was it really just a dream, or was there something more to it?
7:43am
As Sunmi got to school trying to forget her dream she was met with chatter of people talking about how they had the weirdest of dreams . She sighed saying at least it wasn't just her. She was so lost I thought she didn't even hear Eamon call.
"Babe? Sunmi? Earth to Sunmi."
Finally Sunmi blinked snapping out if her thoughts back into reality .
"Oh, hey babe didn't see you there." Sunmi said . As she forced a smile.
"What's always going in in this pretty little head of yours my princess? You're always daydreaming about one thing or the other. Speaking of dreams everyone's been having weird dreams lately so just wanted to ask what you dreamt about ." Eamon asked as he carried her bag.
Sunmi breath caught her throat . She felt like Eamon was on to her or something.
Lie, She thought, That was the only way.
"It's kinda embarrassing." She said forcing a flustered look.
"Don't worry I won't laugh." Eamon said as he but he is hand over her shoulders drawing her close to him .
"Ok, I kinda had a sex dream about us . Don't wanna go into details." Sunmi said looking at the floor. Question herself . "Really a sex dream is that the best I could think of." She said he her head as she waited for Eamon's reaction.
"Uhm…..Wow ….. that kinda takes the cake . I really don't know what to say . Way to leave me speechless princess." He said and they both laughed .
Deep down Sunmi felt guilty. She knew this was wrong lying to boyfriend , dreaming about another boy but she couldn't help it.
Meanwhile Tolu was standing nearby observing as prime went about sharing their weird dreams. Moses suddenly appeared, looking frantic as he pulled her to a corner .
"Please tell me you know nothing about this?." Moses asked . His arms crossed. His voice low and urgent.
"And why would I?" Tolu's shot back . Giving Moses a nasty look .
"Because when something fucked up happens you're always within the mile radius." Moses said . Then continued."The only way people all over Nigeria can be having dreams at the same time is an after effect of summoning the all-seeing eye . Now the council of magic is up and about questioning wizards and witches and basically every blind person with magic about it."
Tolu sighed then flicked his forehead with her fingers." Exactly! I'm neither blind nor do I have my magic anymore so you're basically asking the wrong person. And besides why are you so worked up about it , what the hell did you dream about?" She asked as a slow smirk began to spread across her face.
Moses got flustered looking away. "What I dream of is my damn business ok?" He said as he walked off.
"AwwN don't be shy , is it your first wet dream? ." Tolu shouted behind Moses as he quickened his pace.
Ajegunle
The doors of Makide's main hall burst open as babaláwo came in escorted with two guards. Makinde waved his hand dismissing the guards leaving only him and the babaláwo in the hall.
"Kábíyèsí" the babaláwo taking a bow the. Continued." You sent for me?"
Makinde took a deep breath . "You've probably heard about someone summoning the all seeing eye and you and I know the effects of that." Makinde said.
"Yes my lord. The all seeing eye has know to give insights of things that is , was , or are
Meant to be." The babaláwo replied then continued . "Did you have any troubling dream my lord?"
Makinde took a seat in his makeshifts throne then spoke ." What ever I tell you hear stays between you and I . If this matter ever gets out I'll make sure I but your head in my gate as a warning ."
"It was unclear, but I know death is coming for me," Markinde murmured, gripping his golden cane tightly. "I saw a blade—made from the bones of a dragon. Such a weapon should not have the power to end me, and yet... it did."
The Babaláwo hummed, eyes closed as he swayed slightly, listening to forces unseen. "A prophecy in shadows. We must find the wielder of this blade before they find you, or your fate will be sealed."
Markindei nodded, jaw tight. "Do whatever it takes."
But
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Omoba found himself in a dark, endless battlefield, the air thick with the scent of blood and fire. Opposite him stood Christopher, his eyes burning with fury. Their weapons clashed—steel against steel—sparks flying as they moved like two forces of nature colliding.
"You think you can beat me?" Christopher snarled, grabbing Omoba by the throat and slamming him against a ruined pillar.
Omoba smirked, his breathing ragged. "I don't think—I know."
He twisted out of Christopher's grip, flipping them over until he was the one pinning Christopher down, their bodies pressed together, heat rising between them. The fight blurred into something else—something just as violent, but intoxicating. Lips crashed together, hands gripping
Omoba jolted awake, his body damp with sweat. His breath came in short gasps as the dream of Christopher—fighting him, pinning him, devouring him with both rage and something else—lingered in his mind. He clenched his fists, trying to shake the feeling, but his pulse was still racing.
A loud banging on his door snapped him out of it.
"Omoba!" a voice called.
He forced himself up and opened the door. One of his father's men stood there, looking uneasy.
"You need to check on the men sent to collect from the debtor," the man said. "They haven't returned."
Omoba didn't need more details. He got dressed, grabbed his weapons, and headed out.
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The warehouse was eerily silent when he arrived. Then he saw them—his father's men, strung up, chained upside down, their faces swollen from obvious torture.
"What the hell happened?" Omoba demanded, stepping closer.
The men struggled, shaking, pointing frantically behind him.
A slow, mocking clap echoed through the space.
Omoba turned, and his heart nearly stopped.
Christopher stood there, leaning casually against a wooden beam, his signature smirk in place. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," Christopher teased, tilting his head. Then he burst into laughter. "Oh, this is priceless."
Omoba swallowed hard, trying to push the dream out of his head. But it was impossible.
Christopher took a step closer, humming a familiar tune. It took Omoba a second to place it. Happy Birthday.
"Happy birthday, love," Christopher said, pulling a small wrapped box from his coat. "I know nobody else remembered, so I had a little chat with your dear mother. We put together something special for you."
Omoba narrowed his eyes, hesitating before taking the box.
"What is this?" he asked.
Christopher only grinned. "Open it and see."
Omoba tore off the wrapping. His breath caught in his throat.
A dagger. A dagger made of dragon bone. The same dagger his father saw in his dream.
A chill ran down Omoba's spine. "Why are you giving me this?"
Christopher's smile never wavered. "When the time is right," he said, "you'll know exactly what to do with it."
Something about the way he said it sent shivers down Omoba's spine.
Christopher took a step back. "I just came to say goodbye," he added. "No one's going to trouble you for now—I've got a mission. Not sure when I'll be back."
Omoba frowned. "Where are you going?"
Christopher grinned wider. "Look at you, all worried about me." He chuckled. "Don't worry, love. I'll come back for you."
And with that, flames erupted around him, swallowing him whole—then he was gone.
Omoba stood frozen, the dagger heavy in his hand.
His father's dream wasn't just a warning.
It was a prophecy.
Edo-state
Nigeria
Christopher stood at the forest's edge, staring into the endless stretch of dark green. The trees loomed unnaturally still, as though the entire forest held its breath, waiting. The air felt thick, pressing against him, as if the very atmosphere was warning him to turn back.
He took a slow, measured breath. It did nothing to calm him.
Without hesitation, Christopher rolled up his sleeve and pulled a knife from his pocket. The blade glinted in the dim light, and with a swift, practiced motion, he sliced his palm. Blood welled up instantly, warm against his skin, before dripping onto the forest floor.
At first, nothing happened.
Then—BOOM.
The ground trembled beneath his feet. The air shimmered and twisted as if reality itself was unraveling. The illusion cracked apart, peeling back like layers of old paint.
And then, it appeared.
A house.
Massive. Ancient. Wrong.
Its wooden walls, warped by time, still stood defiant against the ages. Built during the height of the slave trade, it carried the weight of centuries—of suffering, of blood, of power. The structure was surrounded by an ethereal dome, a shimmering force that pulsed like a heartbeat.
But it wasn't just a house.
It was a prison.
And as it fully materialized, Christopher saw them—three figures watching from the windows above.
Ese.
Onome.
Ehogsa.
Ese stood at the highest window, her lips curled into a slow, sinister smile. She wasn't just watching—she was welcoming him. Amused, intrigued, as if daring him to step closer.
Onome stood beside her, shadowed, unreadable.
But Ehogsa?
Her face was tight with barely concealed panic. His hands pressed against the glass, her wide eyes locked onto Christopher with a silent, urgent question:
What the hell have you done?
They were inside the dome.
Trapped.
But Ehogsa knew the truth.
The dome was never meant to be permanent.
And if it failed—if they were released—
The air around Christopher vibrated with the weight of that possibility.
He stepped forward, unfazed as the dome's energy parted for him, allowing him to pass as if it had been expecting him all along. He reached the heavy front doors and pushed them open without hesitation.
The moment he stepped inside, a figure rushed toward him.
Ehogsa
She threw her arms around him tightly. She was tall—almost his height—but he still had to look down to meet her wide, anxious eyes.
"What the hell have you done." She whispered her voice tense laced with fear.
Christopher hugged her back . "Trust me . I really do not have a choice you all of people should know I wouldn't do this unless it was critical." Christopher said his voice shaky.
Ehogsa could speak again she turned, and she saw her,
Ese.
Standing at the top of the stairs watching smiling .
Then she slowly descended spreading her arms as if she wanted to hug Christopher , with a devilish grin spread across her face .
"Welcome brother it's been far too long." Ese said as she hugged Christopher.