The Last Full Moon

Igboland, 1810Blackwheel was amazed when Nneka came out from her hut covered with sweat. Before she came out, he was staring at the backyard of her hut with a look of utter amazement at the silence that had arose immediately the strange creature had left. Nwakaego was beside him, looking even more dazed that she had seen a strange creature in Igboland at an unpleasant hour of the night.“I want to see my mother. It is very important,” Nneka demanded as soon as she saw Blackwheel. “I will tell you what I have heard after I have spoken to my mother. What I want to tell her is important to your mission and the discovery of your rare necklace.” Blackwheel listened quietly without replying her. When Nneka was done, he allowed her to leave the threshold of her hut while directing her to backyard where Nwakaego had rushed to immediately she heard the door creak."She is there," Blackwheel said. "Your mother is in the backyard."

Last Updated : 2020-11-17

Somewhere, 1810The strange creature that had disappeared from Blackwheel's sight looked at a tall figure as it approached the threshold of a white building. Sitting alone on the floor of an enormous golden throne was the master. The strange creature turned towards the window, looking uncertain on how to deliver the message to the master.“It was difficult to get closer to her,” the strange creature explained, “I tried to see what she was doing in order to get the location of the person who possesses the necklace and I failed. Please forgive me for my lack of preparation.”“Do not worry yourself,” The master whispered. "The necklace is powerless until the twenty-first century. The full moon which rises this year cannot glorify the cause that Blackwheel seek. We must wait for another two hundred years to pass."“So, I am vindicated from my mistakes?” the str

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Igboland, 1810Blackwheel thought seriously of what could have happened to his daughter, Nneka if she had not stopped what she was doing when he ordered her to do so.“You could have hurt yourself if I didn't stop you,” Blackwheel said, “that is a dangerous way to approach things, Nneka. What were you thinking when you were going deeper and not getting results?”"I was almost getting there," Nneka replied. "I was seeing the person who is in possession of your necklace but I couldn't find the location.""That doesn't justify your action," Blackwheel exhaled. "Death is a one time journey. There is no going back."Nneka spoke as though emerging from a misty memory of her childhood. Her voice sounded suddenly precarious. “But, there are risks that are worthy to be taken! From the way I see it, this necklace is important to you, father. And as it is important to you, I am willing to help you get back the necklace despite th

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Igboland, 1810The town crier held his metal gong tightly as he passed through Nneka's hut, spreading his message, spreading the message of the gods."Great people of this wonderful village," he began, striking the metal gong carefully entrusted under his armpit with a metal stick. "It has come to our notice that a hunter from this village who lives close to the boundary has been brutally murdered by a member of this village. We do not know who is responsible for the murder of this innocent man but the elders have come to a conclusion to interrogate every member of this village. By tomorrow, before noon, everyone should be gathered at the village square. Failure to do so will attract a fine. May the gods be with every member of this village and their family."

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Igboland, 1810Blackwheel had no idea on what to do as he saw Nwakaego. Her youthful beauty was definitely intact, and yet he could not bring himself to go closer to her and invite her for a hug. Was he being stung by his conscience? He watched as she sat down, detached, his mind running i

Igboland, 1810Blackwheel felt unsettled as he passed two women who were looking at him in an awkward way. Do they know what I have done? He ignored the thoughts of being captured for murder as he tried to remember the hut he had seen his

Igboland, 1810"I love your accent," the hunter complimented as soon as Blackwheel accepted his offer of palm wine. "I have never heard a man of a different skin color speak Igbo in the manner you have spoken. Do you mind telling me who y

Igboland, 1810Blackwheel's voice stopped. In the dim light of the crescent moon he saw the cloudy eyes of his daughter as it trembled on seeing him. He stepped backward, aware of the fact that he had made a mistake to be seen in plain sight, in his full form, covered in werewolf skin. He