Chapter 87: Unraveling the Mystery
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When days become nights, she faces many questions in her mind. She wishes to find calmness through her art. She tried to put her emotions on the canvas, but even there, Kunle's betrayal seemed like a dark shadow over everything.
After many questions troubled him, Eki decided to visit the Oracle. It felt like a kind of sacred journey as he returned to the village. The familiar surroundings appeared somewhat different; they were filled with anticipation.
The Oracle's lips made a small smile as if she knew all things. "You seek answers," she began to talk with her voice being calm and gentle, making Eki feel more at ease.
Eki nodded to show she agreed; her voice was a little shaky. "I need to find out the truth about Kunle," she said, holding back strong emotions inside herself.
The Oracle's eyes were very deep, like a door to a world that is a mystery and hard to understand. The first thing she said was, "His family line mixed with darkness," her voice having strong finality in it. "He comes from a conflicting Orisha, one who gains power through control and manipulation."
A chill ran down Eki's spine. The bits were fitting in slowly. Kunle's actions, the steps he was taking - it looked like everything had been arranged in advance. But why did he pick her? Why had he chosen to infiltrate their lives?
"Then, what's so special about me?" Eki asked, sounding confused. "What is it that I have which they want?"
The Oracle gazed into the distance as if she searched for answers within threads of time. "You are a medium, Eki," she said with reverence. "Your soul acts as light that pulls in both good and bad powers."
Eki, she holds strength mixed with worry. She understands that now she is not only a survivor but also a person who makes change – a force people notice and respect. This understanding came along with great responsibility
When the sun went down, making darkness and long shadows come over the village, Eki was thinking deeply. She did not know what to do next. She had to make a choice: listen to her heart and speak with Kunle or return to the safety of acting like everything was fine.
A soft breeze arrived in the village, and it helped me realize that this fight was not over yet. The chilly wind brought a feeling of darkness getting nearer, and I suddenly saw myself standing right in the centre of it all.
When she looked at the bright stars, she felt very determined. She was ready to face the darkness with courage. The truth may set her free or destroy her. But one thing she is sure about: she does not allow herself to become a victim.
The journey back to the city was very quiet. Eki's mind had many thoughts, and she kept thinking over and over about what the Oracle told her. Kunle, who used to be a very close friend, now feels like someone hidden in the shadows - keeping many secrets. When this was found out, it broke the delicate trust they had built together.
When they arrive in the city, a sense of fear comes into them. Before, it was a place with lots of excitement; now it seems like there is an uneasy silence all around. The paths that used to have many people now are empty, and it makes us feel a strange quietness around us.
They went to an art gallery, their safe place in the middle of all trouble. It was where they found peace, could think clearly and make new plans for the future. When they walked inside, they felt uneasy right away. Something was not right.
A peculiar smell, like the flavour of metal. Eki's senses were highly alert. She moved with much care and looked closely at the surroundings in this room. Something felt unusual.
She gave a fast glance at the painting, the same one she had spent many long hours creating. Now, it appeared different to her; it seemed to have some kind of unusual energy. She felt a chill run through her spine. It was like the painting had life, pulsing with some weird energy from another realm.
Dapo saw the worry in her, and he moved closer. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Eki pointed at the painting. She whispered, "Something is not right," her eyes filled with much worry and fear.
They look at the painting very, very closely and notice strange symbols scratched into the canvas. These marks cannot be seen with the naked eye; only can be seen when using a special tool. It looked like some kind of code - perhaps someone had left a hidden message for us there. Maybe it is from our secret group.
I feel my heart go fast with panic. The secret society is close, much smarter than I think. They were not only running after us but also making our minds work hard by giving many puzzling messages.
"We must go," Dapo spoke urgently. "They are here, or they are coming."
Eki's head moved quickly up and down while her mind raced. They must find a safe place where they can understand the message and decide what to do next. The village of Oracle is one option; it offers safety and knowledge.
When getting ready to leave, they filled their hearts with strong determination. They were not only victims but also fighters who resisted. The secret society had miscalculated them, and this error would become apparent very soon.
The road ahead was dangerous, but they were ready. They had each other and a city standing behind them, drawing strength from the ruins left behind.
Leaving the city had feelings of both thrill and concern. Eki and Dapo, staying very aware, drove on risky roads with many thoughts going through their minds quickly. They feel like they can sense the breaths of those who chase them, always reminding them about danger hiding in places not seen.
The journey to the village felt very long, almost like every turn or bump on the way could bring a sudden attack. Their hands were wet with sweat and their hearts started beating quicker. It seemed that they carried the weight of all worries on their shoulders.
At first, they had a nice and known feeling when arriving at the village. It gave them some safety because it was a place they remembered. The Oracle met them right after they entered the village. Her eyes showed worry because she saw that they were nervous.
Eki pointed to the painting. She whispered, "Something off," her eyes reflecting deep dread.
They watched the painting very closely and saw strange symbols carved on it. These marks were not visible without a special tool; felt like maybe a code—maybe someone left a secret message for us to find. A message from our secret group.
My heart beat fast with fear because they were very near and cleverer than I imagined. They did not just follow us but also made our minds puzzled by leaving a path of jumbled messages.
"We must go," Dapo spoke urgently. "They are here, or they are coming."
Eki's head moved quickly up and down, showing she was thinking very fast. There is a need for a place to stay, understand the situation, and make plans. The village Oracle is very important because it gives safety and information about the area.
As they prepared to depart, many powerful thoughts occupied their minds. They were not just individuals who endured hardships but also warriors. The secret society understood them incorrectly and this confusion will be clarified soon.
The path was full of danger, but they prepared themselves. They have each other and a whole city standing behind them, drawing strength from the wreckage.
Leaving the city brings both excitement and fear. Eki and Dapo feel everything very strongly as they travel on dangerous roads with many thoughts in their minds. It seemed like they could feel the breaths of people trailing them - always giving reminders about the danger lurking in hidden places.
The trip to the village felt so long, every turn and bump in the road made them scared of getting attacked. Their hands were sweaty, hearts racing fast; they felt like carrying all their worries on their shoulders.
In the beginning, the well-known village setting gives a feeling of comfort. It seems like they have some kind of safety because this place is familiar to them. When we enter the village, The Oracle greets us. She sees us come and her eyes look worried because we seem not sure.
