A/N: Sorry it took so long, been very busy. However there is little bit more to this chapter. So anyway enjoy.
200 years later
“I want to settle down.” Jendayi turned to look at Roho and raised an eyebrow at him. Roho continued to speak. “We’ve been roaming for what seems like forever. Fighting every demon we see. Helping any people we can, any slayers we come across. Me getting killed by every slayer we come across.” Roho held up a hand when Jendayi made to speak. “Yes yes except for Leza who only hit me once and then immediately apologized.” He smiled fondly, “I liked her, she reminded me of Kissa a bit. But the point is that it has been so long since we stayed in one place for longer than the coming and going of the moon. I would just like to find a tribe and… What?”
Jendayi was smiling widely at Roho. “Finally.”
“I have been waiting for you to say your peace. I knew you were mourning Kissa and did not wish to hurry you. I have wanted to go with a tribe for a while to see the new weapons, hear the new stories, learn new spells, and especially get new clothes.” Jendayi said.
Roho gave a laugh, “Ah ha I learn your true concern, new clothing—” He was cut off as Jendayi shoved him into the small lake they were sitting next to. Once he resurfaced he looked down at himself, “Of course clothing should always be a great concern why without clothes—” He got cut off as she splashed him again. Roho mock glared at her and said. “And now you will feel my wrath.” Before attempting to pull her into the water with him.
Six months later
“I do not know about this tribe either.” Jendayi said slowly.
Roho threw his hands up in exasperation. “That is what you have said about the last ten tribes we have crossed paths with. I think I should get to have some say about where we settle since I suggested it.”
“Aht aht. Mother knows best.” Jendayi teased.
“Mother,” Roho emphasized the word heavily. “just wants an entrance like the one she received from Tarek.”
“You know me so well.”
“There. There. I told you all they would come did I not? An old woman with hair the color of the sand and a man who is her adopted son. I told you I saw the future.” A girl of about eight had come out of one of the tents. She kicked a man of about 16 years at her last statement.
“Nande! Do not kick me to prove a point.” The man glared at the smaller girl. “Besides that is only half the future you foretold. How do you know he is her adopted son? You cannot even understand what tongue they speak.”
“Is that an entrance enough for you Jendayi? Your coming was foretold,” Roho paused dramatically. “by a small girl-child.”
Jendayi rolled her eyes at him before stepping closer to the girl. She spoke in the girl’s native tongue as oppose to the language she and Roho had been speaking which barely anyone knew anymore. “You are right. He is indeed my adopted son. Did you have a vision of some sort?”
Nande motioned for Jendayi to get on her knees. Once the immortal had obliged the girl lightly touched both her temple and Jendayi’s. “I know things. I see people. I…” Nande paused and her eyes became entirely black and her voice sounded like the wind. “See you Jendayi. So old and yet the young will follow. And they will watch for you are unchanging. Heartache and heartbreak but they are worth it and they always be. Every one lives longer when mother helps fight the fight.” Nande took a big breath and smiled widely. “You should meet grandfather.”
“Are you some type of demon or spirit girl?” Roho asked.
Nande turned her still black filled eyes onto him. “You are of the same tree. A leaf connected to a branch to the trunk. Forever tied to other leaves until you fall off. After all there can only be one. Do you know how to win Roho?” The girl swayed slightly and then she rubbed her eyes. When she opened them again they were once again her natural color.
The man cuffed her gently on the back of the head. “Do not do that. You know it unsettles outsiders.”
Nande shrugged. “I needed to see them Kito. I saw many visions. I have to tell grandfather.” Then she ran off towards one of the tents in the distance.
Kito sighed before saying, “My sister did not mean to frighten you. She was blessed by the gods to see what others do not. Some one in family is always blessed with the sight. My sister thinks herself very important since she saved the village from a demon attack. You should wait for grandfather.”
Roho smiled, he spoke to Jendayi in their own language. “Well what do you think? I think this would be a good place to settle.”
Jendayi was too busy staring at the man walking back towards them with Nande. The man looked to be a few years younger than Jendayi but was still very handsome. She felt like someone had placed a spell on her so that she could not move and she could not get in enough air.
“Jendayi are you well?”
“My name is Azizi. I am the shaman of this tribe and I welcome you.” Azizi looked at Jendayi in concern. “Are you alright traveler?” Roho looked from Jendayi back to Azizi a few times before laughing loudly. Jendayi’s face turned bright red as Azizi asked, “Do you know her ailment? Is she under a curse?”
Roho opened his mouth to try and answer but Jendayi stopped him by hissing at him in their language, “I will feed you to a vampire that has been without for more than a moon.” Roho closed his mouth and smirked at her.
Meanwhile Nande had tugged on her grandfather’s sleeve. “She is tired. They have traveled a long way. You should offer her food and a bed.”
“Of course. Travelers?” Azizi gestured back towards his own tent.
“May your gods bless you.” Jendayi managed to say finally. As she followed Azizi she nodded in thanks to Nande.
Kito waited until the three were gone before turning to his sister. “You have seen?”
Nande smiled widely, “Oh brother did I.”
Three weeks later
Azizi and Jendayi were walking side by side along the edge of their territory. It was late evening and the sun was just setting. The air was getting cool. Azizi kept smiling at Jendayi when she looked to make sure they were still safe. When she looked back at him he laughed. “What?” Jendayi asked.
“Do you not trust my magic to keep us safe?” Azizi had a slight smirk on his face.
“Your magic lies in seeing what will come. Not keeping demons away.” Jendayi was still looking around.
“Well then it is strange.” Azizi paused long enough for Jendayi to turn to face him. “My magic never saw you.” Then he kissed her.
Four months later
Roho and Kito were carving sticks for a hunt that would be held the following night. Kito and Roho had grown close for the few months that the two immortals had settled there. Many of the tribe wondered why Roho did not take a wife, for many of the women expressed their interests. In fact Kito’s wife was forever trying to press her younger sister onto Roho but he ignored all of this and mostly just kept to Kito and Jendayi for company if she was not with Azizi. They both turned as they heard a soft giggle. Roho laughed while Kito rolled his eyes, “Nande!”
“Do you want to know what I see for you Roho?”
“You know he does not Nande.” Kito said without glancing at his sister or the other man.
Nande put her hands on top of Roho’s and looked at him as her eyes slowly filled in with black. “You should see.”
Roho gently covered the younger girl’s eyes. “I will not and neither will you.”
“But you need to see. You need to know before it is too late.” Nande said slowly as if she was telling a very small child. “How can you fight and protect if you do not know who to fight and watch for?”
“I know to fight demons. I know to protect my family and those I love. I know what signs to watch out for.” Roho removed his hand from Nande’s face. Her eyes were still closed. No they were not closed, she was looking at the sand by his feet. She had drawn some sort of symbol. It looked like a bird inside a rock with smaller rocks along the edge of the larger rock.
“This is the sign to watch for and you had better not forget it.” Nande tapped the symbol once before rising to her feet. “I will however tell you one more thing—”
“Nande!” Both Kito and Roho shouted in exasperation.
“That even a blind man could see on the horizon.” Nande paused for effect, “Jendayi is with child.” Then she ran away as fast as she could.
The two men barely glanced at each other before they were both up and chasing after the small girl.
Seven months later
Jendayi moaned as she laid in the sheets of her bed. The child was coming. There were seven women all surrounding her including Nande. The younger girl glared at the eldest woman, “Leave this tent!”
“I am the woman who has helped with the most child births. Do not tell me to leave.” She responded heavily.
“She is my second grandmother.” Nande retorted before allowing her eyes to fill with black. “And I am the girl who can see what will come. So get out.” The woman tried to have a staring match with Nande but lost in only a few moments and quickly left the tent muttered about girls cursed with visions. Nande looked around the women of the tent once more and pointed at two of them before motioning for them to leave as well. The two women left without a fight.
One of the women gently placed a hand on Nande’s shoulder. “Those were the three best birthing women in the tribe.”
“That may be cousin but I do not trust them. They are not my grandfather’s family or mine. Now this will be a bit strange so do your best cousins.” Nande smiled at the four remaining women.
Jendayi let a loud groan from the bed. “Now that Nande’s sorted out the women, can we attend to my child?”
“Of course Jendayi. We will do our best.” One of the women said as she moved Nande out of her way. The women worked diligently trying to birth the baby quickly however it did not look good as Jendayi seemed to be losing a lot of life. She could barely find the strength to push. The same women whispered quietly to Nande, “I do not belief she will survive this.”
Nande just smiled, “Do not worry about her cousin she will be fine in the end.”
The baby was a small girl with more of her father’s coloring than her mother’s. Yet she had her mother’s eyes that were filled with such light. Jendayi, on the other hand, appeared to have lost her light, her life.
“Nande?” One of the younger women questioned looking concerned at the old woman.
Nande held out her arms for the baby. “Clean up my grandmother and make her comfortable, she is only sleeping.” She smiled with black eyes at the child in her arms. “You are going to be so special. They will not know what to think of you.” The child giggled and for a moment her eyes turned black as well. Nande sat beside Jendayi, after she was made comfortable and clean, with the other four women. Then they waited.
The four women screamed as Jendayi sat up and breathed in deeply. “What happened? What has passed? How is my child?”
“You married into the right family grandmother.” One of the women said with a laugh.
“Here you are.” Nande gently placed the baby into her mother’s arms.
“Oh she’s beautiful.” Jendayi lightly stroked the side of the child’s face. “I think I’ll name you Aina little one.”
Five years later
“Aina! Aina!” Azizi screamed as he ran looking through the tents. “I swear I thought my first wife’s children were bad, Jendayi’s child will make me lose what little hair I have left.” Azizi grabbed Kito who happened to be passing by.
“Did you lose her again grandfather?”
“I did not lose her Kito. I merely turned my back for a moment and she was gone.” Azizi ran a hand over his face. “To be a father again at my age…”
“Well you better not let Jendayi find that you have misplaced her… again. She will be back from the borders with Roho before the day is done.” Kito started to walk away but turned at the last moment. “You should find Nande, she always knows where Aina is.”
Azizi nodded in thanks before quickly hurrying towards Nande’s new tent. “Nande have you seen…” Azizi sighed in relief, “Aina.” Little five year old Aina was sitting across from Nande. They were just barely holding hands and staring into each others eyes which were jet black. “What are you two doing?”
“Join us Grandfather.”
Azizi shook his head before giving a slight laugh. Then he sat down next to his daughter and granddaughter and held hands with both of them. He had breathe in and out a few times very slowly before every so slowly his eyes filled with black. Then they started to breathe in unison as one.
Jendayi laughed as she looked into Nande’s tent. “Would you look at three? Have you seen anything good?”
Azizi blinked a couple times before smiling at his wife, “Only how blessed our daughter will be. I just wish I would be there to see it.”
“You will be.”
Three years later
Azizi was laying comfortably on a pile of sheets with Jendayi holding tightly onto his hands. Aina was in Jendayi’s lap with her hand on top of her mother’s and father’s. Kito and Nande were sitting on the other side of the bed looking down at their grandfather. Roho was standing behind Jendayi. It seemed like the entire tribe had stopped in to say goodbye to Azizi. Many of which happened to be related to him.
Azizi smiled at his wife, “You are a part of my life that I never saw coming. I only wish I could have spent as much time with as you could have spent with me.” Azizi’s gaze shifted to that of his daughter. He gestured her closer. “You know your future Aina. I know you are afraid that Nande and I will not be there to guide you but your mother and Roho have traveled that path before and know it well. You will fight well little one.”
“I know what you will say to me grandfather, for I have heard it many times before. I do not need goodbyes I will see you again.” Nande said firmly.
“I would hear what you have to say.” Kito said quietly and leaned down so that his grandfather could whisper in his ear. The younger man nodded slightly before moving back to a position behind his sister.
“Roho, you look after them.”
“You know I will Azizi.”
Seven years later
Nande, Kito, Roho, and Jendayi were all sitting on a well made rug watching Aina trying to fight a man much bigger than her only armed with a staff. Aina was not faring well at all. In fact she already had a large bruise on the side of one arm where she had not managed to block the man’s staff in time.
Aina made a stop sign with her hands causing her opponent to stop as well. “Mother this is impossible there is no way I can win against him.”
“She is right Jendayi. Father tell her that we should stop fighting. There is no way she can win.” The man said looking at Kito.
“You must use what strengths you have Aina. If you can not win completely then you must do enough to get away.” Jendayi said.
“Keep fighting Dayo.” Kito smirked.
“As you wish father.” Dayo shrugged and commenced fighting with Aina.
He swung his staff hard at Aina however she barely managed to duck in time. She swung her staff at his midsection but he easily managed to block her. They both exchanged a few more swings with Aina’s swings easily being blocked and Dayo’s swings barely being blocked in time. Finally Dayo and Aina locked staffs and Dayo held onto the smaller girl’s staff and began to bear down on her.
Aina grunted in pain. Suddenly she lurched up with her eyes wide open. As they quickly filled with black, she snarled. “You will fall.” Dayo lurched back in fear and Aina quickly swept out his legs from beneath him causing him to fall flat on his backside. “Yes!” Aina whooped in triumph.
Jendayi laughed, “Now that is playing to your strengths.”
“Only one of many mother.”
One year later (North East Africa)
Ten men were sitting in a cave in a circle. In the middle of them was a rough drawn map of North Africa. There were about twenty-five pebbles that seemed to move slightly of their own accord. There were also about thirty of the same type of pebbles outside their circle. Fifty-four of those pebbles were slightly glowing green and one was a bright red. Suddenly the red pebble was once again the color of stone, this did not seem to alarm any of the ten men. They calmly looked around at the stones. However when nothing on the ground seemed to change the men got agitated.
“Where is she?”
“There is no change?”
“How could this happen?”
“Silence!” The oldest man in the circle snapped. “We must find her using the old methods. Go and search for whispers, rumors, and tales. We must find the slayer.”
Same time (Aina’s tent)
Aina flailed in her bed as she saw visions that she could not stop the flow of. She saw girls fighting demons of every type while a man watched from far away. She saw so many girls until she focused on one who had no man watching her. Instead she had a woman watching her back, a woman who had her mother’s face.
Aina sat up with a gasp. She breathed in and out a few times very slowly. Then she smiled. “Finally, the slayer is here.”