THE GOD OF ARENA

e from slavery." The gods said as the voice faded away slowly. Gradually, the wind calmed dow

o the cemetery not far away from the castle. He dug the ground with a hoe he saw in the cemetery and placed his fath

her but not to the gods" Robert vowed on his father's grave to kill Ha

till Dawn. When it was down, he went into the bush to cut

deceased jingle nation people. He gathers the dead bodies of th

o die twice" Robert said as he threw the stick t

ng grass and quickly shot him in its belly. He walked to where the antelope lay lifelessly and lifted it in his shoulders with blood dripp

environment looks quiet with the smell of blood. Only the shrilling sounds of Insects and the barking sound of bush dogs can be heard. He roasts the

his warriors did not destroy the farm land. Matured grains and corn filled the land. He took as much as he could and went back to his hurt. He looked around and found a water pot outside a house that got burnt. Fortunately the clay water pot did not break. Ro

one soul alone. Just one soul with no one to talk to. Just one soul and the crickets alone. Just one soul going to sleep w

who already had power still keep on craving for more. They are willing to go to any length just to get more powers and fame. Always taking from the needy and adding it to their already fille

needy, if only the leaders will listen to cry of their people, if only every one will abide by the laws and if only the killings and betrayal can stop then the world would be a better,

o blades by his left hand side. He closed one of his eyes and left the other one open and went to sleep. Deep into the night with the full moon

yes shining under the darkness. He didn't make any sound and looked around the hut if he could get a glimpse of what was making that noise. He grabs his arrow gently