Whispers Of The Savannah

estless and full of the choices before her. The man from the rival clan had made it clear that Kwame's true intentions were murky at best, yet the boy's pleading eyes

ford to make an

the edge of the camp, staring out into the distance. There was something waiting for her in the horizon-

he silence, and she turned to find him standing a few feet behind her. His e

She had never been more certain of anything in her life. "I have no choice. The artifact m

you're going about it-you're not just looking for it. You're inviting its power into your soul. I've seen it happen before. People

now what's at stake. But I ca

he land itself were calling her forward. The sky was clear now, and the storm had passed, but an unsettling tension hung in the air, as tho

at the foot of a massive mountain, its jagged peaks reaching into the sky like

spered, her voice barel

. "This is the Trial of Blood and Fire. It is said t

s a test of one's spirit, of their true intentions. To enter the temple where the artifact l

must use this. The ritual requires that you make a sacr

to the land was to bind herself to it. Her life would be forever tied

her. She glanced at Kwame, who looked as if he were struggling with his own inner turmoil. But in that mo

winced as it cut through, drawing blood. Her vision blurred for a moment, but she held on. The pain w

seemed to respond to the offering of her blood. A deep rumble echoed through the

. "Amina, be careful. The artifact may not be

offering. She was bound to it now, and the trial would