Eshou threw another cannonball at Agbara, it struck him greatly and he was burnt severely. Agbara knelt down and summon the spirits, it was his last card. It was now or never, all the beautiful times he had with Temi flashed across his mind. Her laughter, her voice, he felt them all. He spat a mouthful of blood and wiped his nose.
“Aaargh!” he shouted as he tried to stand up.
Eshou laughed boisterously and relaxed on his golden spear, “Why don’t you just give up?”
“Are you tired already, is that all you’ve got?” Agbara replied smiling, showing his blood-stained teeth.
Eshou yawned, “This fight has lost its spiciness, let’s end this quickly.”
“Yes, we finally agree on something.”
Eshou dashed at Agbara with a great speed, gripping his spear which he aimed at Agbara’s heart, fiercely.
“Yaaaaaarrrgh!” Agbara rushed at Eshou too, his eyes bloodshot, he could feel his blood rushing through his veins. He gave the earth a ferocious blow just a moment before the spear pierced through his heart.
The earth quaked and an intense flare punctured through the clouds and shone greatly on them.
Eshou fell to his knees as his skin peeled away, the light like a fluid diffused to every part of his body.
“Was thi-is your pl-an al-all along, to-die?” Eshou muttered as his left hand fell on the Agbara’s shoulder.
“Yee-ss bro-ther, we are the di-disease we are trying to-to cure, this wor-world would be be-tter without us.”
“You—foooooool!” Eshou cursed as he faded away and the light disappeared.
The clouds travelled away and the sky became bright, fully grown trees sprang up in an instant and rivers flowed, everything and everyone was restored moments before Agbara became a gigantic mountain on the spot he had died.
Read – Misery – A Flash Fiction by Christiana Agboni, Nigeria
