Chapter 191 - Reminiscing In Orun

It had indeed being a while since the lot went on ahead of them, all the way to the First Heaven.

Tayo sighed, he had not expected the turn of events to have become such as it did become but then again, what could he say? After all, he was the one with the mission to stall Sunday and hold him so that he could be assassinated.

He grimaced at that thought. He was yet to forgive himself. But he had done that ebcaue it was his duty. It was required of him to do that. That was part of his training and to then fail it would mean that everything he had been trained for was nothing. The land of War was different from the others, Tayo reasoned. 

To survive there, one needed to make the toughest decisions, even if the other simpler ones were present, just so tht one could actually take a decisive action that could put a forever end to what was wrong.

And the wrong in this case, was Sunday.

The theory, he had reasoned, he knew was that Sunday was not to leave Earth due to the prophecy on which he was bond to. In his leaving of Earth would the chains of hell break loose.

That had bee the motive for the mission. Get him away from ever getting to Earth and then have him killed so that the threat would never exst. That way, they could eliminate the fire prophecy that hung over his life.

But, Tayo clicked his tongue, did all of that make sense? He had been with Sunday long enough, -although it was rather brief but the little he was able to grasp some knowledge- to know that Sunday had being sent on the mission.

Surely, Sunday could not just wake up and then decide to head over to Earth, all by himself. The Sunday he knew was too naive and daft for that.

That is, if Sunday ever did know there was a World or worlds below.

Tayo's shoulder slouched just now as he let out a heavy sigh. He was still seated on the stone, his eyes looking fierce as if implanted into the cool demeanour of his face but that aside, his mind was in a mix. 

He wondered what could have been the motive for the person who did portion a mission to Sunday? Why would such a eprsn believe that by Sending Sunday a mission, their goals, whatever it was, could be achieved? 

Did such a person not know or had such person forgotten that there was an issue, most likely- all he knew was what Asoju Lekan sifted to him - that would spirng up the moment Sunday went to Earth?

But, Tayo licked his lips, now. 

There could have been a reason though. Except the person was sending Sunday to Earth to die, at least, based on the fact that Niniola who was even more stronger than him came back all knocked up. 

Or that same person had wanted to prove a point to Sunday and the rest of Orun. That person had wanted to defy the prophecy itself. And like the others who want to thwart the prophecy, instead of trying to kill Sunday, this person or persons was rather trying to ensure that Sunday went along the path the prophecy determined but instead of succ.u.mbing to the issues there, the person's as willing to bet on the fact that Sunday would stay true to himself. And in staying true to himself, such path that was prophesied against him would them, definitely come to naught. 

It was a big gamble because one could not just tell the future, but that person was decided to take it. In opposition to the startegy his people had which dealt with removing Sunday as a factor in the present, the person was banking on the sheer will and strength of Sunday's resolve.

That Sunday who was nothing, in terms of power or skill, literally down the bottom charts.

Was that the person who thy were scared of?

That Sunday who did not know how left or right? How could he possibly bring any harm to anyone?

Now that he thought of it, he did feel a it guilty for having to play along with the game. He was literally used as a pawn to get close to Sunday and then betray him.

If not for the fact that Niniola was there, he was pretty sure that Sunday would most likely have being killed. And he would have justified it all by saying it was his mission. A mission he had to accomplish even if it meant setting his own friend to be killed.

Tayo dropped the whetstone to his l.a.p now and then scratched his chin with the free hand, the other hand still holding on to the silver blade with the strange markings on the hilt of it. The hilt, being silver in color as well. 

"Well..." Tayo sighed out. "Thank God she was there." 

He said and then glanced back at the tent behind him.

If not for Niniola being there, and the Lightning Sage as well, things would have gone south. Thankfully, the lot were there.

He swallowed now. If that person had such faith in Sunday, such that the person was willing to bank it all on Sunday, did that not mean that Sunday was not entirely evil in this case?

Was there something that the person saw that the others could not see?

"No..." He sighed. "There is. People are not really defined by the past or what others think or propose about them. We are what we define ourselves to be."

He paused now, running his fingers across the length of his sword. 

"After all, Ibiyemi would never have had anything to do with since then. But she did believe that the circ.u.mstances caused it. And nothing more. In the same vein, I believe that in the right environment, none of that prophecy can come true." 

"But if it does?" A feminine voice responded to him.

Tayo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He could feel the wind on his skin, his senses flaring up that instant. Whenever he gripped his sword, recently, he always was able to put himself in a state of his mental alertness, such that all around him, even if he could not see, he could still feel everything in the space.

It was an attribute of the Law of War, something that came and solidified on those who were beginning to have an aura or had an aura of themselves.

And Tayo, was just at the onset of having an aura now. That was just how much he had trained himself these days that had passed.

"And if it does..." Tayo said, swinging his blade in the air with the right hand from left, right, up and down.

At the last swing, he expertly turned his hand, directing the tip of the blade straight into the ground before him in one smooth motion.

"And if it does..." He repeated again. "We will bring Sunday back to his senses. Living his life to the dictates of a prophecy... Pathetic!" Tayo spat out.

"Hmm!" The lady in front of him sighed, her purple, almond shaped eye flashing in the aftermath. "Yeah... Sunday is too important for us to let them define him."

She said.

Tayo looked up now. "You've gotten much more confident, Ibiyemi." 

"I suppose so." Ibiyemi replied.

She had her hands on her h.i.p.s, her body adorned in the yellowy gown that she often wore, except that she had the white overcoat on her. The buttons were left free, the coat having over the frame of her. By her neck lung loosely the mask of the Blue Moon Mercenary Alliance House. Although, it was not the same as what she had gotten then but it was a perfect replica of it except that instead of a plain white color, it had a black color.

She had black boots on, laced to her knees just a little below the ends of her gown. And at the spot between the flare mini gown of sorts, was a pair of black leggings on. Along with her soft, curved face, Ibiyemi did look as sweet as she could, having on her head, a hairstyle of finger length short black hair.

"I understand." Tayo muttered, rising to his feet now. He did not have his blue cape and hoodie on, unlike last time. "Just don't let it get to you, you hag!" He added.

Ibiyemi's jaws almost dropped down to the ground, her eyes wide till they felt like they would pop out the next second.

"Hey, knock it off... Its been so many days since we were all together, if not already a month now, and you are still calling me that?" 

Tayo opened his mouth wordlessly, his eyes looking back at the tent where Niniola lay.

"A month, eh? I wonder if it has been even been a day on Earth yet? Time in Orun and Earth flow differently." 

"Or... It could be that, several years have passed already on Earth while it's only just a month for us?"

"Do you think we'll be late then?" Tayo asked, lowering his head and grabbing his sword with a darkened face.