The evil king raped her and banished her from the village, unaware that she was the chosen one of the gods.
The village of Umuaka was once peaceful. Birds sang in the morning. Children played in the sunshine. The stream flowed joyfully. But everything changed when King Chike took the throne.
He was young, but full of evil. His heart was dark. His eyes were sharp as knives. He loved power. He loved fear. And he loved beauty. Any girl who caught his eye became his wife. Not by choice, but by force.
He walked proudly. His guards followed him like shadows. His voice was law. His anger was death.
One morning, King Chike decided to inspect the village. He rode a black horse. His guards marched behind him. The villagers bowed as he passed. They wouldn’t meet his eyes.
Then he saw her.
Addanna.
She walked toward the stream with a clay pot on her head. Her steps were soft. Her eyes were calm. Her beauty was not garish. It was profound. It was pure.
The king stopped.
Who is that girl?
One of the guards answered:
It’s Addanna. Daughter of Nwoke, the farmer.
Take her to the palace.
That night, they came for her. Her mother cried. Her father pleaded. But the guards pushed them away. Addanna screamed. She struggled. But they tied her hands and dragged her away.
They threw her into the king’s chamber. The room was cold. The air was heavy.
King Chike entered slowly. He smiled.
You are mine now.
Addanna spat on the ground.
I am not yours. I am nothing.
The king laughed. Then he grabbed her. He tore her clothes. He crushed her body. He raped her while she wept and bled. Her screams filled the palace. But no one came. No one ever came.
When morning came, she lay on the ground. Her body was broken. Her soul was far away.
King Chike looked at her again. You will be my wife. I have chosen you.
Addanna raised her head. Her voice was weak but strong.
I will never marry you. I would rather die.
The king’s face changed. His pride was wounded. His anger increased.
Then you will be banished. Leave this village and never return.
She was expelled. Her parents were warned. The villagers whispered. But no one helped her.
She walked into the forest. Alone. In pain. Ashamed.
But the gods were watching her.
That night, the sky turned red. Thunder roared. The trees trembled. Addanna fell to the ground. Her tears touched the earth.
A voice rose from the wind.
You are the chosen eyes. You will see what others cannot. You will rise. But first, you must suffer.
Her eyes turned white. Her body shuddered. Visions filled her mind. She saw blood. She saw fire. She saw King Chike screaming in the darkness.
She was no longer just a child. She was the eyes of the gods. Back in the village, a strange illness began. The people cried in pain. Their skin blackened. Their eyes went blind. Even the animals died. The stream dried up. The crops failed.
The king was afraid.
He called the high priest.
Ezemmumo entered the palace. He looked around. He closed his eyes. He spoke:
The gods are furious. You have touched their chosen one. You raped her. You banished her. Only she can save this land.
The king was silent. His hands trembled. His guards looked at each other.
Where is she?
No one knew!
The disease spread like wildfire.
Children cried in pain. Mothers moaned. Fathers collapsed on the farms. The stream turned black. The sky refused to shine. Not even the palace was safe. The king’s own guards began to cough blood.
King Chike sat on his throne. His crown weighed. His pride melted. His heart trembled.
Ezemmumo stood before him. The high priest’s voice was calm but strong.
The gods are furious. You touched their chosen one. You cast her away. Only she can save this land.
The king’s eyes opened wide.
Where is she?
Ezemmumo closed his eyes.
She is in the forest. But she will not return unless you beg her. Unless you kneel. Unless you confess.
King Chike stood up.
Send my guards. Find her. Bring her back.
Immediately, the guards rode out. They searched the forest, looking for Addanna; they called her name. They questioned the trees. They questioned the wind. But Addanna was nowhere to be seen.
She had entered the sacred lands. The place where no man walks. The place where the gods speak.
She sat beside a burning tree. Her eyes were white. Her body glowed. She saw everything. She saw the village die. She saw the king weep. She saw the guards searching.
But she did not move.
She did not speak. She remembered the pain. The shame. The blood.
She remembered her mother’s tears. Her father’s silence.
She remembered the king’s face.
She was the chosen eyes. But he was also a wounded soul.
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