The sky over Akinwumi is blackened with smoke.
The Òrìṣà festival drums have fallen silent—replaced by screams and crackling flames. The village is no more.
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🥀 Yemi: The Son Who Remains
Yemi kneels beside Chief Alade's body, blood staining the earth.
> He doesn't cry. He remembers…
⚡ Flashback: A younger Yemi watches his father train warriors.
> Alade: "Strength is not how hard you strike… but how long you carry the people on your shoulders."
Now, that weight belongs to Yemi.
He grips his father's blade and rises.
> "Ẹ̀wẹ̀, Baba… I will not fail them."
He begins leading survivors—wounded rebels, mothers with children, elders who can barely walk—into the wilderness, forging a path through fire and sorrow.
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🕊️ Femi and Damilola: Grief in Motion
Femi walks in silence, eyes hollow, hands shaking.
He remembers Ayomide's last breath—her blood on his skin.
Damilola, usually hard and defiant, softens. She walks beside him—not speaking, but guarding.
> Her past flashes too: her sister's death in Durojaiye quarters.
The same screams. The same helplessness.
She places a hand gently on Femi's shoulder.
He doesn't react—but he doesn't pull away either.
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🩸 Bayo & Moremi: Hunted
Deep in the forest, Bayo, bleeding, carries Moremi over his shoulder.
Their pursuers are relentless. The sounds of branches snapping, dogs barking, and war horns fill the air.
Just when all seems lost…
A woman cloaked in bark and beads appears. Her eyes glow faintly, her voice like the rustling of ancient leaves.
She speaks no word—but spreads her hands, and wind howls.
Ojora soldiers are lifted, twisted, and broken by unseen force.
Moremi, in shock:
> "Ẹ̀ṣù o… who are you?"
The woman leads them through a concealed path into a stone cave carved with ancient Yoruba glyphs.
Adeola is already there—wounded, watchful. His sword is still blood-wet.
The woman looks at him.
> "So… you've begun to remember the river. The fire. The crown."
> "I am Morenike, daughter of the fallen priest. Keeper of forgotten bloodlines.
And you, Adeola—you are more than the boy who survived."
Adeola's breath catches.
A flash—his mother running… a child in her arms… a symbol etched in fire.
> Morenike: "You are the son of the last true king."
What secret is about to unfold about adeola Identity
> The Lost King © 2025 by (Idris Bilal Adavize).
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