The Chronicles of Bless: On a path to become the greatest wizard.

 pain.

Horror.

Blood shed.

 Screams of horror and anguish were heard, unpleasant pungent smell of rotten flesh saturated the air, making it unbearable for human inhalation. Bodies lying everywhere, panic gripped the living as more and more bodies drop dead, by every second.

 He hurried his pace, but only slightly, running would attract too much attention, and would create a stir, he held his breath, trying to pacify his surging lungs, till a dark energy consumed his very being. He had to, he knew he had to fight, he watched carefully as bodies of his fallen comrades and friends were brutally butchered like meat.

 With every second passing, his energy dwindles, trying so hard to get up, on on his own accord, his knees nearly gave away. He managed to hurl himself and all he could see was...

 " Blessed Charis Ihedimma!". A voice screamed his name, bringing him back to reality, holding a basin filled with water.

" Damn it!. What's going on? . And why does it smell like something is burning up?'.

 Fear gripped him as soon as he realized that his hair is on fire. ' but how?. When?. What just happened now?'.

 " Jesus Lord, your hair is on fire!". His mother screamed and trying to quench the fire, by submerging his head in a basin filled with water. Bless was utterly confused, wondering when and how he ended up in that state.

 From all he could make out of it, it started from the time, the lights went out. His mother asked him to get a candle, and light it, as she needed to find her phone and then finish up with the cooking. Father was not home, so there was no one to operate the generator. His mother has always had her fears, when it comes to such.

 Without hesitation, Bless tried finding where the candle was so as to light it, it wasn't difficult for him, as he could perfectly see in the dark, he still doesn't know how and when that kind of ability developed, but he never bothered about it.

 He lighted the candle, with a single match stick, and brought it to his mother, whom was in the kitchen waiting patiently for him, her pot of okra soup was boiling almost ready. Although Bless wasn't happy that it was his worst soup that was being prepared, nevertheless, he would never tell his mother, he had no time, for her lashing tongue, which was sharper than a razor blade.

 But then, something caught his attention, he had never been afraid of fire, nor seen it as something hurtful before. As soon as his eyes caught onto something , he focused intently on the flame, seemingly oblivious that he wasn't the only one in the kitchen.

 Nevertheless, he kept on watching, something kept pushing him to, to his surprise, he saw something intriguing, it was a future of what was about to happen, he couldn't contain the horror, he kept shivering at the mere thought of what he saw. He didn't have the slightest idea of what could have happened.

 Splash!.

 Splash!.

 His mother kept dipping his head into the basin filled with water, murmuring about his stupidity.

" I still don't get it?. Why would you keep starring at the candle flame as if you have never seen one before?. What is wrong with you, are you possessed or something?". She asked still submerging his head into the basin, at this point Bless couldn't even breathe properly.

 She finally let go of his head, and the latter coughed out some water he swallowed. She inspected his head carefully, and noticed that some part of his hair was now off.

Shrugging her shoulders, " At least, it is better than having no hair on your head at all. Next time, you will see the need to abstain from every form of stupidity and Idiocracy". She spoke touching his burnt hair.

 Alarmed, Bless screamed in shock." W- what's wrong with my hair mom?. Is it that bad?." There was a sense of uneasiness in his tone, with was in contrast with his usual calm nature.

" You should thank Eledumare that it's only a fraction of his hair that was burnt, if not I would have been the one personally to shave off your hair". She said turning her attention to the bobbling soup, which she constantly stirred to avoid getting burnt.

 Bless touched his hair, and felt some parts that were off. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He was the one that got himself into that mess in the first place. What was he looking for in a candle flame?. He distorted the images he saw in the flame, but he couldn't, he had to slap himself to come back to reality, which startled his mother.

 " Foolish thing!. I can see that your ancestors are calling you right?. You better get inside and find something to cover your hair before I loose my temper, you silly thing!". She held out her medium size spoon , pointing at him furiously.

 Without thinking much, he dashed off to his room, still trying to comprehend what happened, what he saw and why he saw those scary images which looked real. He tried to make sense of it, but couldn't. Was he mad?. Was he deranged?. Of course not!. Insane people can't tell from their left to their right, and he was still in his senses.

 The more he though about it, the more panic smeared his heart like butter on a slice of bread. He wanted to scream but couldn't. Just then, his mother' s voice brought him back to reality, telling him to remove the basin of water, else she would force him to drink it.