"in the listless void, where all hope seem to be lost, all glory seem to have faded away, the vibrant blue trace of light ignites enthusiasm, rendering the void euphoric,starting from every tiny particle! The moon goddess smiles to every living creature anytime she appears, she is gentle and battle darkness like a mild queen. In the barren, she gives life and in the desolate she brings hope!
What other feeling is greater than this??
Oh,oh,oh,
Iike playing a solitaire she set-up enthusiasm, oh,oh,oh
Nostalgic like the chrysanthemum of the north, troubling you with all the the crestfallen you got, in a world full of chaos when multitude of the race lash out to define reality with solitary oppression. How can one be happy?? Look up to the moon and you'll feel elated and glorified again..."
The villagers chorused loudly as the drums resounded like heavenly instrument, binding cord with every heart and inducing it to take a step and dance. Indeed, the drummers were very good! Their young muscles stood out like vernal bisons as the smashed vigorously on the drumhead. Sweat soaked their young tender body as if it was water, making their body slippery like a fish as their skin color macerated.
The possessed fine woman danced in wide circles creating a wide proportion for herself to move easily with her strange wide dance moves. She danced almost like a mad person which in customs saying, it's the highest level of dedication.
Ms. Abena too danced with her friends and enjoyed every rhythm of the beat with her heart. She like all the others chorused along ...
The moon highlighted almost every shadow in Yen Kwan village as the festival was just taking its initiatives. Children walked and played in group, but like often, Kwadjo was not in any of the group.
Resting on the mystic tree again, Kwadjo who was also harmoniously dressed like everybody else leaned against a branch and gazed at the Aurora sky, wondering...
Unknowingly he felt like with every stretch of beauty in the sky, purpose was ordained. By the one and only Creator Odumankoma(God). While other children of his age and above rather wished to preserve this moment for eternity, Kwadjo was pondering if there was something more pleasing beyond this. Influenced by his own saying: with every force, there's a greater force behind it.
Kwadjo sighed deeply as his most fearsome trouble in his young life resurfaced. He couldn't help himself to bear the feeling of failure; failure of the reality of not attaining a Celestial Sah before 13. To him that felt cruel and unfair, how could every one of his friends have theirs awakened and his.....
As he thought of this any further, the more he felt a heavy sense of grave feeling build inside him.
Even the grand beauty of the Aurora sky failed to give Kwadjo a silver of hope. This clearly told that, at his tender age Kwadjo's aim was already priceless and mandatory! With such a strong foundation, a bright future should have been firmly secured, but unfortunate circumstances made that relatively uncertain.
With these troubles weigh him down, he had no delight for being too much elated on this festive eve. But there was no need resting here anyway so he leapt down, his yellow robe giving off a feeble glint as the rays of the moon highlighted its outline in the clear field (ground). Without any hesitation, he walked away without looking backwards....
If only he had stayed a little longer, he would have noticed that at a pivotal point in the sky, a translucent red color had dotted somewhere and slowly it was expanding with terrifying power.
Foods, blood of dead animals and some concoction were the necessary offerings to the Mountain goddess. So after the villagers had danced and rejoiced enough, whatever offering each individual had was to be brought out to the view of others, not because of criticizing nor approval; it's just customs. Before taken to the Mountain goddess.
The dancing ceased a while ago, and all dancers including the possessed fine woman dispersed to their various household to bring out their offerings. Together, all the villagers amassed forming a league of worshippers with absolute offerings, ready to match to the alter. However without the lead of the village head, that act under no circumstances could be proceeded with.
And the village head too wasn't in any sight to be drawn.
Most of the villagers heated and said harsh words to him every corner he hid, blending their tiredness with their disapproval of his position. The festive event was just taking its initiatives, so delaying meant sacrificing other programmes, and affording that also meant trouble... time is not a stable thing to mend with, thus the delay of the village head was inappropriate; not only was it against customs but it was also trouble. Nevertheless, customs are customs and no one is above customs so all that the villagers could do was to put their blame in harsh hurtful words that penetrates the very soul. Should the village head he around, who knows how he would respond?!
"Sometimes customs don't play in the right!"
"Yes!"
"True, let alone even being incapable of becoming a herder of sheeps, how can this improvident hero look after himself even? Yet customs bestowed us this cavalier! It's unfair"
The ruckus continued for a while. And even Ms. Abena didn't try to say anything because as the village head, he should have rather taken the initiative to amass the villagers and proceed together with them, but here comes the case he was missing.
"Stop insulting my uncle!" A young but powerful voice rose in a distance causing silence to befall. Suddenly there was a rumble in the sky and dark-purple lightnings streaked across the horizon.
Like a brave cab, Kwadjo advanced with his fist clinched and brows furrowed toward the villagers.
Seeing her son like that, Ms. Abena felt a sense of guilt plunge in her somewhat...
" I've heard the rumors! But when you always criticize someone how do you expect him to feel? Don't we all commit mistakes aren't we all obsessed with something? So why do you give my uncle hard times and headache?"
Kwadjo was like a different person now. It was as if he was a brave and powerful young prince punishing the wrong with power. Looking at her son an indifferent look appeared in Ms. Abena's face as she seemed to recall something and murmured in a state, seemingly subconscious, "rage of the golden lion, just like his..."
Some of the villagers seemed to agree to what Kwadjo said but others held tight on their protest...
"You're just a kid,what do you know??"
A young man protested...
"I'm just a...."
[Bam!]
There was a loud creak in the sky, and instantly as if the passionate painter who comes from nowhere had being murdered, his brush fell and shattered into tiny blue fading particles, and his passionate red blood soaked the sky with a dry sense of oppression so terrifying and sombre enough to engulf the Aurora sky completely. All the broad dazzling lights strewn blood -red as if a heavy and wide velvet , scarlet curtain had unfolded. Mouth agape, the people looked upwards, shocked and terrified.