Chapter 125 - A Childhood Memory

YEARS EARLIER!

"Heyyy..." A child-like voice rippled through the still air, followed by laughter and a crashing sound in the little forest that served as a sort of border to the massive white building.

The building was huge and stylishly built with numerous pillars sprouting out on the pavement which held up the base for the decking up and still. In front of. a couple of pillars were the delicately sculpted forms of various Orishas in different forms.

At the concrete base that their legs were rooted to, numerous inscriptions of the various praise names and eulogies of the gods were visible.

In front of these statues, almost in the form of a perimeter wall were fierce looking Irunmoles, standing still while their eyes scrutinized the areas before them. They were dr.a.p.ed in sleeveless white leather armor. The shoulders, c.h.e.s.t and stomach were padded before the split in the armor in the form of a V just at their waist. And from there, the rest of the armor continued, padding their knees and shins before ending up in white leather boots. A couple of them had their arms shining in radiance to the white cape they had behind them, living up to their reputation as messengers of light.

Occasionally, some Irunmole with some fancy clothing or robes would come out or step into the building and then, these Guard Irunmoles would throw salutes or ask interrogatory questions.

However the laughter and exaggerated screams did not come from them nor from the building that they safeguarded.

Rather, it came from the the little forest area that was a few meters, really a few meters from the entrance of building and the guards at the perimeter.

This was the High Council House of Ilu Obatala, the leading realm in terms of political hierachy and even strength as the The Elder, First Prime of Ilu Obatala was deemed one of the most powerful primes. This was because of the blessing of the Gods he had received that allowed him tap into Transcendency, putting his power level on the god chart, although for a limited amount of time.

In the little clearing in the midst of the vegetation populated area that acted as a sort of fence before the High Council House, two little Irunmoles laughed as one chased the other, both of them holding sticks of half their arms in their hands.

Both of them, males, were at the rough estimates height of 4ft. In terms of human biology, this was the height at which a m.a.t.u.r.e man could have, based on a number of factors. But in here, in Orun, it was just about the height that the two Irunmole males with childish glitter gallivanted about, playing with one another.

B.a.r.e c.h.e.s.ted, they both were, both of them having only baggy grey jeans on their lower halves and b.a.r.e feet below. The fact that they were here, in the forest, barefooted, did not seem to bother them about as laughter and joy crossed over their faces.

The one being chased, his body build having the potentials of getting into a sturdy frame should he grow up, was Sunday. Little Sunday.

He had a patch of hair, black at the center of his head, the rest of his head b.a.r.e and shaved. His somewhat roundish face with curved, shapely edges made his face stand out in handsomeness as opposed to his friend's own.

He turned around now, tanking a thwack of the stick against his head and then swung his own stick around for the friend, straight at his face.

The friend ducked and laughed, quickly jogging backwards to a safe distance between them while waving his stick in the air as if to ward off little Sunday.

"Ouch, that hurt, Tayo." Sunday complained, holding the back of his head with the left hand as he mockingly glared at him.

"Well, I am the demon and demons don't play fair by the rules."Tayo laughed.

Slim and taut, there was very little difference from how he was at his current form to his childhood form.

"Ahhhh... Well, die you demon..." Sunday cried out as he charged, holding the stick to his side with both hands, laughing. "Die by the righteous hand of me, the God Saint." Sunday chanted as Tayo turned around and began to run. However, because they were only in one clearing, a clearing in which Niniola would later duel a Guard Irunmole in, with trees of varying heights about.

Tayo runs now and then trips the next secon to the ground. In his moment of charge, the sudden fall of Tayo was abrrupt and surprisngly and as such, he did not have the luxury of time to cut off his chase.

He tripped against the feet of Tayo. And down he fell, on top of Tayo.

They laughed, heartily as Sunday rolled over, on his back while Tayo remained in that position, using his arms to support his body.

After a while, both of them keot silent, just watching the scenery about them,. It was bliss for them, this moment, especviallly as the chirping of bird and the large and colorfully toned butterflies resumed their harmonies and their flight in search of nectar now that the two boys disturbing them had quieted.

Tayo heaved just abiut then, tilting his head otwards Sunday with a small smirk on his lips. "You are lucky, Sunday."

"Hmm?" Sunday turned towards him without changing his position.

"Your dad brings you to the High Council House, to the place where he works. That is awesome." Tayo reiterated. "I never got to follow my parents on their guard missions before they got killed in Orun Apaadi." He shrugged his shoulders.

Sunday swallowed, the satisfied smile on his face quickly morphing into that of concern. "Hey, that was then. Now, my dad is your dad, too, okay? So, yes, we are both lucky. Dad brings us to work. Hooray!" Sunday cheered before throwing an acrobatic chinese-get up to his feet.

He turned back now just as Tayo rolled to his front and extended his hand which Tayo took, rather hastily.

"Let's go get a drink. I am thirsty. Maybe after that we play some games with Maerius. He owes us a board of Chess, remember?"

"Yes, that is correct although i am not interested in that. I want him to teach me some cool moves so i can bust some demons later with the Law of War." Tayo said, punching the air excitedly.

Sunday rolled his eyes at this and shrugged, obviously uninterested in what Tayo had to say. He wanted fun and not whatever Tayo was into, Laws be damned. 

"Hey, Tayo... Let's do this. First to get to the Council House determines what we do when we get there, okay?" Sunday mentioned.

Tayo shook his head in acceptance and just about then, Sunday shoved his shoulder into him, knocking him back down to the ground.

"Hey, no fair!" Tayo g.r.o.a.n.e.d just as Sunday made his way away from the forest.

Sunday ducked under some branches, speeding up ahead with a twinkle in his eyes. He was going to get to Maerius, the Third Prime and at this rate, he would be the one to determine the activity with the Third Prime.

"Huh?" Sunday frowned, halting his steps and immediately, going to hide behind a pedestal.

And from the looks of it, they seemed to be having quite a conversation, although they spoke in hushed tones. Still, the hastiness of their words betrayed the tone of it.

They seemed to be discussing something rather serious. So serious that they did not wait to get into the confines of private space before discussing it.

The three he saw, were the ones he recognized. The first one, standing in front of the mystery figure was his father, The Elder, with his robe and the luxuriant white parted collars that fell about his c.h.e.s.t and shoulders like the robes of a monk. His beard was white, but in relation to the time period, some streaks of black were visible in it.

Beside him to the right left, was the Second Prime, Anu with a tight face and pouted lips. As usual, she was living up to her reputation of being one with the anger issues as she visibly fumed and steamed, breathing down heavily and shaking her left leg.

She had her signature gown of white, draping down to cover her feet with the arm sleeves of gold with her hair loosely dr.a.p.ed over her shoulders. At her waist, the golden beads sat there, the l.u.s.tre of them even brighter than other times.

To the right of the Elder was Maerius, the Tied Prime. However, unlike other times, he had a long white frock coat, sleeveless on him, barec.h.e.s.ted, and with baggy trousers. The edges of the frock coat was designed with bits of white leather, topped up with a little embroidery of gold.

However, like other times, he had his arms folded at his c.h.e.s.t, or rather, arm while the other arm was propped up to allow him strike and pick at his white beard as he listened on in silence, no reaction on his face.

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