*2 Hate and Flames
Hate!
It was one word Kambi could describe her feelings for her father.
Deep,dark,strong, long lasting hatred.
She hated him to the deadly core,and at that her young age,she had already spent time devising means to murder him and wipe him from the surface of the earth.
Alpha Amusu was the devilish Alpha of the Black Silver Pack in the land of Amajiri.
He was dreaded like the evil spirits of the Dark Forest.
He was hated like death.
Amusu spread his blood thirsty fangs of death and destruction as far as he could reach.
He killed with no second thoughts. He took the lives of wolves like it was dust.
He defiled the goddess and cursed the land with the blood of the innocent wolves.
His wickedness only seemed to in increase after finding out that his mate was an Omega,the lowest ranks amongst the wolves.
She could not even have any other child for him, except Kambi.
He tore through different packs, killing whoever he deemed fit, taking other men's mates and forcing them to be his concubines, taking them as slaves.
His terror tales spread faster than wild fire.
The day her father's madness hit the end of the rope was when in his bid to 'make a warrior out of Kambi', he took her on one of his wild rampages.
That was the day the Blood Moon pack was destroyed.
The blood shed she saw that day would mar her for life as she was only ten red moons old.
But that day...that was the day she saw the child.
Lying in a empty calabash,a jaguar's tooth ornament around her wrist and a coin of mating in her palm.
She saw who she assumed were her parents, lying,snuggled together with arrows in their hearts.
Stepping closer to the calabash,she bent forward and picked the child.
She was so small,so frail,so innocent for this world.
The child did not even cry. It was just as if she understood the situation and it's severity.
But that was not what wondered Kambi the most.
The child was different.
She not only felt different,she looked different.
The child was not a normal child.
One half of the child was ebony,like the beautiful hides of the black panther.
However,the other half was a dull hue of yellow. It was almost like the sun, peeking out behind the clouds.
Kambi knew that she needed to protect the child with her life.
For one,she was abandoned and her skin color made her unique, therefore a target for hate.
People could believe she was a curse.
Kambi's whole body shook as fear coursed through her veins.
She picked the child up and placed her on the mat.
She tried so hard to ignore the fact that there were two newly killed people,still bleeding out their hearts in the room.
She tried to ignore that just outside on the streets,more bodies were sprawled out on the earth like waters from a great flood.
She was not numb to the deaths!
No!
Whatever her father had planned to achieve by bringing her to witness mother Earth cry out in pains for the innocent blood,was not coming to pass.
Kambi hated death but now,she had realized something.
She hated her father more than it.
"Ebezina énugo...do not cry."
She whispered softly into the young pup's ears.
She pulled out a bottle of teero, a black body powder from a bag in the room.
The goddess was definitely on her side..What were the chances of her finding the teero in the small hut.
Carefully,she rubbed the yellow half of the child with the black powder, completely matting it up to match the other.
Kambi smiled at her hard work.
At just ten red moons old,she had the mind of a leader-a problem solver.
Only if her father could see that.
She quickly gave the child some water before wrapping her up and placing her into a basket.
The child was going to be saved no matter what happened!
Kambi swore to take care of the child,even if it was the last thing she did.
Wrapping the child firmly to her back,she grabbed a torch from the hut and walked out.
She almost threw her insides out at the gory images of death around her.
It was like the end had come. It was like the god of death had visited this pack.
"Alpha princess!!"
Her young guard called, running towards her with other guards.
They were barely above child hood but were already skilled in the art of war.
"You should not be here! Your father is worried!!"
"Cheta."
She called her head guard softly.
He was just 14 red moons old.
"Yes my princess."
He bowed.
"I have told you to stop making excuses for father. He doesn't care about any one but himself."
He nodded fiercely.
"Yes princess...I am sorry princ..."
"Take this child,find a slave and give them the order to take care of it! Do you understand?!!"
He nodded firmly and untied the child from her back.
She stood in front of her guards and threw the torch on the hut where her parents lay dead.
The hut immediately caught fire.
Her parents where brave.
They showed the strength of the mate bond.
She was going to fufill what she felt was their last wish-
to save their daughter.
As the hut burnt with angry flames,she turned to the child still in Cheta's arms.
"What would you like to call her?"
The angelic looking boy asked.
Kambi thought for a while before answering slowly.
"Airamara."
She whispered.
The guards looked confused.
"What does that mean?"
Another guard named Oma, asked.
"It is not a language known to us. It is a lost language I learned from all my studies and from the goddess' revelations."
"Oh...that is...it is a rare language indeed."
It means,born out of war,born out of fire."
Cheta's eyes widened in shock.
"It is a sad name."
Cheta whispered looking sadly at the child's closed eyes.
Kambi nodded slowly.
"It is one indeed."
'Airamara- born out of war,born out of fire.'
But there was a meaning Kambi did not tell.
Airamara-'Born out of death.'