The Dancing Bride And Her Spirit Warrior - Episode 6
It was a hot Saturday when Vuyanzi was alone at home preparing the small garden behind the house ready for planting. Her shosho had left some vegetable seeds and asked Vuyanzi to plant. Lately her shosho had rarely been leaving the house. The old woman would grow frantic whenever Vuyanzi was late from school. Her easy going grandmother had turned into a mother hen following and fussing over Vuyanzi every little turn she could get.
Recently, her grandmother had been preparing a very sour brew and forcing Vuyanzi to drink a cup before going to bed. Her shosho claimed that it was herbal medicine that was important for a, she was a growing girl who needed the brew to strengthen her. Vuyanzi hated it, it was bitter and it made her teeth tingle, worse of all, and the brew made her head ache at times. On the first night she drank it, she nearly vomited out her lungs. She was only taking it because shosho was insisting.
All of a sudden the hairs behind her back stood. Vuyanzi could feel someone or something watching her. She had the same feeling she had a week ago when she saw movement on her bedroom window.
It was back
Vuyanzi, her name was softly whispered in the wind. Look at me, the voice was uniquely rough but soft at the same time
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. She felt the breeze picking up behind her and the rustle of leaves.
Footfalls. Something was behind her.
Her heart was beating so hard on her chest she feared it would jump out through her mouth.
Vuyanzi the voice went on coming closer, s*ductively calling out to her, it was a masculine voice, soothing her strained nerves. Her body was tingling with foreign feelings assaulting her all at once. She yearned to turn but something held her back. Her hands were sweating and knees almost giving up.
Turn around, the voice said again with a little command and Vuyanzi closed her eyes and tried to calm her beating heart. There was a battle going inside her deep down she wanted to turn and reply to the voice calling out to her and on the hand she didn’t want to turn. The voice in the wind was getting closer and closer until she felt someone behind her. Vuyanzi struggled to open her eyes but couldn’t. Her eyes were shut close.
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. A new scent assaulted her nose, a distinctive musk mixed with a scent reminding her of fresh morning cut grass. The figure behind must be tall, very tall because she could feel its warm breath on her hair. She yearned to lean back and fell it/him but something was holding her back. They were not touching and yet Vuyanzi’s fingers were tingling for her touch him. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of the jembe.
Look at me, my bride the voice went on now demanding. That is when Vuyanzi’s head started pounding. She struggled to open her eyes and turn to face the owner of the voice but something was holding her back. Her body was visibly shaking and sweat pouring from her body. The struggle was so strong that her headache became a blinding pain. Her body seemed to be held in place by an invisible force. The voice behind her gave out a deep reverting growl and that is when Vuyanzi lost all energy, her world went black.
The last thoughts being sad because she knew somehow she had angered the being.
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Is becoming short why
Oh my my,is it the brew her grandmother is giving her that is making her resist d human-lion