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Fifteen years had passed since Alade’s tragic death. During that time, the memory of the warrior slowly faded from the minds of the villagers, his legacy buried beneath the sands of time. Yet one woman never forgot.
Amope, a woman who had been barren for fifteen long years, shared a profound connection to the spirit world. She prayed daily for a child, but the gods remained silent. Her grief was immense, but so was her faith. Amope had heard the whispers of Alade’s death and the injustice that surrounded it. She had seen the pain lingering in Apeke’s eyes, and in her heart, she knew that the warrior’s spirit still yearned for something unfinished.
One night, beneath the full moon, Amope went to the old temple at the edge of the town. She placed her hands on the altar and prayed fervently, calling upon the spirits of the land to grant her a miracle. Her plea was not for herself but for Alade. She sought the warrior’s soul, knowing that his spirit had not found peace.
At that moment, a strange warmth filled the air. The wind howled, and the ground trembled beneath her feet. Amope’s body was flooded with energy, and she felt the essence of Alade enter her like fire and ice converging into one.
The gods, moved by her pure heart, answered her call. She could feel the warrior’s strength coursing through her veins, his memories flooding her mind. Alade was reborn within her, not as a man, but as a force of nature, a warrior spirit enveloped in the form of Amope’s body. Her barren womb now carried the warrior's soul, and as the moonlight bathed her in silver, she knew what she must do.
Alade was alive once more.
