Chapter 98 - Foe it is

On a normal day of sorts, if there was anyone moving with her that she ever got suspicious of, she either forced the truth out of them or simply beat them up crazy and left.

Yet, she had restrained herself through out all of it.. only for this mystery man to bring it all to light.

Just who, who was this man?

Friend or foe?

By now, the mister started a fire over loose pile of sticks by just a simple clap of his hands, the resulting being a fiery blast of yellow flames into the fire from his hands.

And by the fire, he had arranged four pieces of already barbequed meat on sticks beside the flames while he knelt on one knee.

"Uh... Just warming it up. Besides, I want to believe you would accept any offering from me being that you have been on the live for quite a while." He muttered, rubbing his she's together.

"H-how did..." Niniola stammered.

"How did I know? You forget that the Law of Sango is not only about thunder and lightning. It is the law of retribution, the law to fish out those who lie to themselves and others. Ah, there is this term in Earth that Eledumare's pet people use. Ah..." The old man stood up, biting a finger. 

"A-aha! They call it brainwaves. For each thought process, your brain fires a wave through the nerve relay system. Somewhat dependent on emotions so it processes it's thoughts in accordance to that. Those brainwaves are like lightning. Actually they fire at lightning speed and since I am a practitioner of lightning, I can also detect them and read their stability. Those who lie to themselves or others would have unstable minds with fluctuating brain waves and this I can tell so, in a way, I can read minds." The man shrugged.

"But in terms of Irunmoles, I can read Souls."

"Wow." Ibiyemi coeed, her eyes widening in surprise at that. "That is amazing. Could you teach us how to do that?"

"Are you sure? Right here? Because I don't think all of you are friends." The man replied, pegging in stakes in four corners for the tent.

"Yes, about that. Tell me what you can read from me." Ibiyemi volunteered.

"You?" The man stopped briefly, looking at her.

However as he did, he noticed Niniola and Sunday looking at the tent he was building. 

"Why are you building a tent, here?" Sunday asked.

"Well, that would be... I will come to that later. Let's just pitch in and maybe camp here today. Ibiyemi, I see someone who is desperately trying to turn the tide around but honestly, all that you need is deep within you.

And as you believe so, on that day, your friend would not be there to stand in for you. Hm!" He snorted, turning to look at Tayo.

"You are just someone who Is torn between two cross roads but yet you must follow that which has been ordered you. And Sunday, lastly..."

At the words, Niniola frowned, exchanging glances with Tayo.

The old man just confirmed what she had in her mind all along..Tayo was a doubleminded person and that meant, there was indeed more to him than she was seeing.

Something that smelt so sinister.

"Sunday..." The old man walked to where Sunday was and lowered abit to look into the eyes of the 7ft tall Irunmole.

"I know... I know your father might be difficult because of the prophecy. But you should understand him too.

Your grandfather brought repoach to your father. All he is doing, is to make sure you don't turn out that way, although, he might have been way harsh.

After all, I don't believe that the lives of people are actually tied to fate. Fate can be changed and Destiny is what you make out of it.

Your grandfather knew this. That was why he challenged the gods and sooner or later, you would follow the same path.

You just need to be careful. When that time comes, don't. Go. Over. The. Steep. Side. I know you don't want to trust anyone but only friends would save you in the end." He patted the dumbstruck Sunday and walked back to the flames where he plucked a piece of meat and sniffed.

After that, he turned to look at Sunday. 

"And I know you have seen your grandfather so far."

"What?" Niniola asked.

"How did you know? I never told anyone." Sunday found his tongue, moving forward till he was inches in the reach of old beefed up man.

"I know you all don't recognise me because I usually cover up in open but I will tell you.

I gave half of my soul to seal Trixius the great into the Control Array and since then, I have been called, Kalagar, the Lightning Sage." Kalagar chuckled, lightning streaking over his entire body so much that Niniola, Sunday and Ibiyemi had to cringe, pulling away lest they got hit by the randomly appearing bolts of lightning.

After a while or two, the lightning subsided and so did the rumbling of thunder in the grey skies above.

The Lightning Sage she knew was a powerful Ascendency Classed Thunder expert who was just a little from breaking into Demi God class. In the battle against Trixius, the very moment when Esu, the trickster God had tricked Trixius from leaving his body, into the other body, and then trapped the escaping soul of Trixius into a dimensional hold, a sacrifice needed to be made to seal the hold.

A living sacrifice. A soul to hold a soul, the would be jailor of Trixius the Great. People declined, even the gods refused but Kalagar split his soul into half, one half sealing Trixius, the other half becoming a weakling, a shadow of it's former self.

Eventually, Kalagar rose again in might. But this time, without his other soul, his  soul class remained at Prime, unable to advance further. 

The Kalagar she knew was always hidden away from the outside. Not this impostor.

"You lie. The Lightning Sage would never be out like this, impostor!" Niniola wagged a furious finger at him.

"Impostor?" The Lightning Sage chuckled in amus.e.m.e.nt. "Even if I was, why worry about me when the one you should worry about has long gone? The boy with the blue cloak."

Niniola gasped, doing a rapid 360 turn but yet, never for once seeing Tayo around.

"No, no,no, no, no...." Niniola shook her head gasping while Sunday and Ibiyemi exchanged confused glances.

In a flash, Niniola channeled energy to her feet, speeding off. But just as she did, she slid to a stop as at the far end of the horizon border was Tayo and with him, a host of iron masked Irunmoles, donning a black cape that split from the neck down to the rest of their bodies.

"Tayo..." She screamed, recognizing them immediately. 

She knew who they were. The silent bastard was the enemy all along.

The one she had been jittery about