Otheris and the Serpents of Qhudrus E-Book

Richard Shekari

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Otheris and the Serpents of Qhudrus
Following the fall  of the most guileful witch in all the lands,  young Otheris set on a journey for a much bigger task. This task was nothing other than to bring the heads of the Serpents of Qhudrus, after the king made him an offer he could not refuse.

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Richard Shekari

Otheris and the Serpents of Qhudrus

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Otheris and the Serpents of Qhudrus

By Richard Shekari

Copyright 2016 Richard Shekari

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Dedication

The great witch of Moughdug

Otheris

Devourer

The road to Qhudrus

The Serpents of Qhudrus

Acknowlegments

Gordana Misciew, Ron Terna Torkwembe

Ayiwulu Alaku

Martin Ibrahim

J.T. Iosun

Felix Dominic

Shima I. Stephen

…Your words of encouragement and profound support greatly influenced my desire to write this piece.

You’re appreciated, Richard.

Dedication

To Felix Ikani

The great witch of Moughdug

“Let go of me Otheris!” cried the old witch in her black cloak as she struggled to free her neck from his grip, he kept walking and didn’t care to look back as he dragged her down the village, “Let me go!” she barely choked struggling with mucus all over her face and his hand. Other than her creaky old voice, only the chirping of the crickets and the hooting of the owls could be heard. Otheris uttered no words as he tugged her.

“Please Otheris son of Delial, have mercy and free me,” she pleaded, “I shall not come near thy household again!” still struggling for air to breathe.

“You shall be free. I have no plans of taking your life oh great witch of Moughdug. You should know that by now, the village folk need to see you in your true form,” replied Otheris.

“I beg of you. Heed my words son of Delial; neither I nor my prentice shall fly near thy domain from hence. Spare me,” she entreated.

The village was as mute as a graveyard. They passed some houses and arrived at a place that seemed to look like the market place, with his fingers still clenched to her wrinkled neck. Otheris threw his sword on the ground as he approached a big bell hung to a barren old tree at the centre of the village.

“Otheris No! No Otheris!” she cried out.

Otheris picked a mallet that was kept on top of the big bell and struck it three times, and the old witch turned in dismay as a dreadful horror usurped her senses.

“Why do you worry?  The village folk said that the oracle had foretold your fall in the hands of the one who is pure in heart,” he said, “not that I am an ardent follower of such ridiculous asinine way of thinking, I am just fed up with your vileness!”

“Your tongue reeks of pride son of Delial! No one is burning anyone tonight, you’ll see!” she vaunted.