About Journey through Darkness
Azende, a Tamrin commander seeks out the Medjays, his tribe’s last hope against the Aksumite occupation. But instead he finds Joval and her small clan of exiled mercenaries. Together they must build an army capable of destroying their enemies, the Pharaoh of Kemet and the Emperor of Aksum…
Joval, the last General of the Medjays wants vengeance for her fallen clan. But ancient soul stealing concubus will stop at nothing to keep her from her destiny…
Tefenon, the Crown Prince of Kemet never understood why he was called the Child of Ra since birth even though he was born into a kingdom that only worships Set, the storm-god of chaos. He is about to find out…
This is their saga….
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Azende did not know if he could keep his promise to his people.
Only days ago he and his younger cousin Saiyasha had left their tribe
in search of allies from Kush. With the Aksumites pushing their army
into the Northwest, the Tamrin had fled to the Desert Sea Hills to avoid
conflict. Azende had promised the war council that he would return
with an army of Medjays to fight their common enemies. But with only
an elephant, two sacks of supplies, and his javelin, Azende wondered if
he and Saiyasha would survive long enough to reach Kush.
Most of the Medjay Nation was slaughtered at the beginning of the
Aksumite occupation, but Azende was determined to find them. If the
Medjays had not survived then what hope of survival did the Tamrin
The old matriarch beneath them took lumbering steps in the darkness.
The elephant was tired and so was Azende. He fought the fatigue and
forced himself to remain alert. Traveling through these grasslands could
be dangerous at night with so many nocturnal predators on the prowl.
Saiyasha’s grip around Azende’s waist tightened. “I really hope we
find these Medjays,” she yawned sleepily. “If we have to ally with the
Anizoba . . .”
Azende stared ahead. The moonlight cast an eerie glow across the
sparsely scattered baobab trees. “We will find them, or we will at least find
out what happened to them,” he reassured his cousin. An alliance with
their enemies the Anizoba should have been a last resort but the Tamrin
were desperate. The Tamrin were a peaceful and artistic people, but
the Anizoba were war-like. Unfortunately, the Tamrin needed Anizoba
warriors to protect their women and children from Aksumite warlords.
The Medjays were mercenaries, enforcers, and assassins but at least
they could be trusted.
“Kush is so far away,” Saiyasha gently rested her chin against Azende’s
back. “If the kingdom is under Shikhari’s rule then he will have legions
everywhere, right? How will we get around them?”
“Let me worry about that when the time comes. Rest for now,
Saiyasha.” Azende was concerned about his cousin’s mental state. Days
ago Shikhari’s army had destroyed the Simarna colony but had left
Saiyasha’s brother Jarib as the last survivor. Saiyasha had mercifully killed
him to spare him further suffering. She was still quite shaken up over it.
Azende needed Saiyasha mentally and physically prepared for the long
journey ahead of them.
Saiyasha closed her eyes and tried to relax. Azende took a swig from
his waterskin, wiped his mouth, and then froze. His ears twitched to a
faint sound in the distance. The elephant had heard it too. She blared
anxiously. Azende roughly patted her large head. “Be calm,” he coaxed
A low, guttural howl echoed throughout the grasslands.
Saiyasha’s eyes snapped open. Sardonic laughter and loud barking
noises forced her upright in the saddle. She’d heard those sounds at the
Simarna colony right before she’d found the dead.
“Azende,” Saiyasha whispered loudly against his back. “What is
Suddenly three sets of red eyes flickered in the darkness like glowing
torches. Mournful wails sent shivers down Saiyasha’s spine.
Azende had already untied his wooden javelin from the harness. He
recognized the sounds too. They had become increasingly familiar since
the Aksumites had raided the neighboring territories.
“Hyenas,” Azende said in response to Saiyasha’s question. “Get your
Saiyasha held her breath as the elephant’s screech filled the air. The
animal stopped so abruptly that she would have lost her balance had it
not been for Azende’s tight grip on the saddle. She reached down for
a large knife attached to her belt and for a smaller one in her sandal
The hyenas laughed condescendingly at the elephant as if sensing
its fear. The slobbering beasts closed in tighter. As the elephant shuffled
nervously beneath them, Azende lifted his javelin and struck the closest
hyena nipping at the elephant’s heels.
The hyena shrieked as the rest of the clan drew in closer. Saiyasha
threw one knife and missed. The second knife hit her target in the throat.
There was more howling and moaning. The elephant jerked upward.
“Hold on!” Azende shifted his weight forward and grabbed the side
of the saddle, but Saiyasha hadn’t moved fast enough. She slid off the
elephant and toppled to the ground.
Saiyasha got up quickly. The last hyena bared its teeth and stalked
her at an angle. She realized she had nothing to defend herself with.
The rest of her knife collection was strapped to the elephant.
As soon as Azende slid off the panicked elephant it stampeded away
with everything they owned. He didn’t have time to worry about that. He
retrieved his javelin from the belly of a fallen hyena before charging the
one in front of Saiyasha. The animal darted to the side. Saiyasha used
the distraction to move safely out of the way.
Azende crouched into a fighting stance. When the hyena darted
forward, Azende tossed the javelin with all of his strength. The force of
the weapon slashing through flesh made Saiyasha grimace with disgust.
The hyena fell to the ground howling. Azende retrieved his weapon and
then stabbed the animal again.
Saiyasha reclaimed both of her blades and cleaned them with the fur
of the dead hyenas. Their elephant was long gone. They had no food,
clothes, water, or transportation. At least the elephant served as some
security. Now they were completely helpless out in the open.
“We keep moving,” Azende looked up at the sky noticing it was no
longer as dark as it had been earlier. “We’ll rest after the sun rises. We
don’t want to catch anymore predators.”
Azende wiped his hands off on his loincloth and retrieved his javelin
from the hyena carcass to check out the condition of the shaft. Together
they briskly walked through the long grass in silence as not to attract
more nocturnal hunters. The bumpy grasslands were filled with uneven
terrain. Saiyasha tripped a couple of times and was relieved when dawn
arrived. Sunrise brought welcoming light and golden warmth. Soon they
would be able to rest.
Azende contemplated the future. He knew that the fate of the Tamrin
rested in his hands or Shikhari’s. His people had already lost hope, but
he was determined to revitalize their tribe. It was his personal mission to
bring down the Aksumite Empire and to avenge the small nations that
had fallen under its rule.
After several hours of travel they stopped beneath the shade of an
acacia tree at the closest water hole. They refilled waterskins and washed
off their bodies and garments. Two gazelles suddenly reared backwards
on their skinny hind legs, twitched their noses, and then leapt away from
the waterhole. An albino antelope as large as a rhino had startled them.
The creature dipped its head into the waterhole right next to
Saiyasha and Azende. They gawked at it in amazement. The creature
completely ignored the Tamrin and continued lapping up water. Azende
slowly reached for his javelin lying in the dirt near his feet. His mouth
watered hungrily. This antelope was so plump and healthy it would feed
them for weeks. He would have to find some herbs to preserve it and dry
out the meat under the sun . . .
Azende eagerly lifted his javelin. The thrill of the hunt filled his
veins with anticipation. Still the antelope continued to drink and watch.
Azende’s mouth curled into a smile. He would have this beast. He silently
thanked the ancestors for sending such beautiful prey in his direction.
With knees bent and back arched he crept through the grass, his
reflection shimmering across the water. The white antelope watched and
waited. When Azende lifted his javelin in preparation of a strike, the
antelope finally lifted its head and fixed its lavender gaze on him.
What strange colored eyes that creature had!
Azende’s knuckles popped against the wood of his weapon as his
hand tightened over the base. When he threw the javelin he heard it
whistle against the wind and strike . . . air? The javelin ran through the
mirage of a white antelope and landed in the mud sticking straight up.
The image of the antelope blinked and flickered before vanishing.
Azende groaned. He really was tired and hungry. The animal had
only been a figment of his imagination. He stood upright for a stretch
before returning to where Saiyasha waited. By the expression on her face
he could tell she’d seen it. The white antelope had moved and smelled
With growling stomachs Azende and Saiyasha carried their waterskins
back to the old acacia tree. They sank into the grass to rest and sulk.
Azende’s long calloused hands massaged the thin hair around his
temples. Trekking through the grasslands would be impossible without
food. At nightfall Azende planned to do some real hunting.