Read The Ancient Lands: Warrior Quest, Search for the Ifa Scepter for Free Online

pushed him
forward. He shook off the useless thoughts that gripped him —
devoured them like a snake devourers its prey — and decided to move
on.
    Bomani pulled his spear from the water and
waited intently. He held it firmly but loosely enough to allow a
fluid connection with his weapon. He waited patiently to catch
sight of another fish in the water below, and once again his eyes
glimpsed the movement of a fish cutting through the water. With one
swift motion, he thrust his spear towards his prey. The wounded
fish fluttered about as he pulled it off of the spear. Bomani
admired his work with an overwhelming sense of confidence, and
looked at the fish arrogantly, as if it was a life long nemesis
that he had easily conquered. After all, he was Bomani, and not to
be trifled with.
    “Humph,” Bomani said. He tossed the fish
back and forth in his hands and boasted about his technique and
skill in spearing the fish, when abruptly he was startled by
something swift and shadowy. Suddenly the fish was gone. He grabbed
his spear instinctively, and could feel his heart pounding wildly
in his chest. He was ready to take on someone or something, or be
taken. Either way, he was ready to fight. To his surprise, when he
looked around there was a small blue haired wolf pup. It stood by
the water looking playful with Bomani’s fish in its mouth.
    Annoyed, but relieved, Bomani let down his
guard and exhaled. The pup looked back at him teasingly. It wanted
Bomani to chase him. The young wolf turned away, as if to run, and
then paused and watched Bomani as it waited for him.
    “Hey, give that back!” Bomani yelled. He
started after the pup and dove toward it, but the animal evasively
jumped out of Bomani’s reach and he fell, face down, into the
water. Bomani turned over and heard a voice.
    “You’ll never catch him,” said the
voice.
    It was the voice of a pretty young girl. She
stood about twenty feet away from Bomani, and was dressed in a blue
hooded cloak that matched the hues of the precocious wolf pup that
taunted him. A gold headband of sorts peeked out from under her
hood across her forehead. It held a medallion of two wolves howling
at the moon. She held a long staff upright, made of a strange,
grayish-blue, twisted wood. At the top of the stick, an invisible
force held a luminous crystal in place, which hovered over the tip
of the staff centered within a hook. Her name was Farra and she
snickered in a cheerful manner as she spoke to Bomani. The playful
pup amused her, but Bomani was not amused at all. Farra’s laughter
irritated him. He looked at her with disgust and said, “That was my
breakfast.” He wanted to assure her that this was not a joke, “I
spent all morning trying to catch that!”
    Farra’s mood was unaffected by his tone,
“All morning, huh?” she replied. “I guess that you are no fisherman
then, are you?”
    He felt a sense of humiliation. Naturally,
he needed to introduce himself to this stranger, and not just by
name. Bomani stood up, stuck out his chest, pulled his shoulders
back and proudly exclaimed, “I am Bomani; I am a warrior!”
    Farra was impressed yet amused, “Wow, what a
great warrior. I haven’t seen such a magnificent warrior in all my
life.”
    Bomani shook off her obvious sarcasm and
commanded, “I order you tell this beast to return my fish.”
    “Humph, you’re not going to get anything by
"ordering". Besides, he hates being called a beast.”
    “Well, what do you call him?” Bomani
demanded.
    Farra looked at Bomani intently and
carefully explained, “I call him Pupa (Poo-pah), and he’s a wolf.
He’s my wolf. We share a sacred soul, and soon we will share a
sacred union.”
    “Oh, yeah? Look, I just want my fish
back.”
    “You can ask him,” said Farra. “He’s right
there.” Farra gestured toward Pupa.
    Bomani asked Pupa sarcastically, “Will you please give me back my fish?”
    Pupa understood him, but he still wanted to
engage in a game of chase. He started