The next day Shama blessed street hobos with bread and he was on his way to his mission.

He saw a group of traffic officers giving motorists fines, then he took out his bludgeon and shot them from the back with his magical powers. Shama changed course as the cops posed as his guards. He saw a business man waiting for a red robot in his white Lamborghini then shot the car with his magic stick, more business men walked out from their offices to go join Shama walking down the street with a bunch of strangers. Others dropped their coffee cups and newspapers in the street, some woke up from their flats and walked towards the dark lord.

Shama entered the internet cafe and told the owner the business had shut down he wanted the full house. The hypnotised owner agreed, giving over the machines so everyone could start working. Shama sat in the centre watching over his temporary employees doing research about Inkanyamba babies so he can locate them fast. Traffic cops stood guard outside the doors until the wizard found what he sought.

Paper work was handed to Shama as they explained the company called DAG, where it was, who owned it, what the business was about and including the well fare of Izinkanyambas.

At noon Shama walked out leaving everyone confused in the internet cafe.

Shama stood on the roof top of the building and Pegasus appeared for their departure.

“I promise to come back when I have released Izinkanyamba from the gates of men,” Shama rode Pegasus and people watched them drifting away into the clouds.

The weather broadcasters detected a hurricane deemed to be the biggest cyclone the Southern region has ever experience, they called it Nina. Cities heard from the radio that the country was getting hundred percent rainfall and advised to keep in doors. A cloud cell which resembles a burning ship across the sky developed above the blood river as several F1 tornados swept near and far with thunders. The Inkanyamba rose out from the dam with red skin detecting its mood.

DAG became the main attraction for tourists in South Africa; the visitors took photos of every indigenous species on their way to seven eyes. The small creatures went into hunger strike not eating anything fed to them.

Max Fox invited his son to come see his new striving business.

“Jason this is where the real world business starts. We have gotten ourselves the most dreamt about product on our hands and we will change the world soon enough,” he said from his office looking at the jungle which kept the mysterious creatures.

“What about Brett dad?” Jason asked.

“He went to New Zealand on a business trip, I’ll fire him right away so we can get you into business,” he rang the phone.

“Oh yeah, Brett listen, you’re fired! The board has just come to a conclusion that we no longer need your services. I’m sorry to let you know in such a manner but it’s a matter of emergency. You may seek legal advice for our actions!” he said and hung up.

Max Fox poured a drink from his table and brought his son a glass of wine.

“Is that a unicorn coming ahead?” Jason asked taking his glass. “I did not know we had so many absurd creatures, dad.”

“Like I said this business will bring us fortunes at our door step,” Max smiled as the dark lord put down his mysterious black horse.

Tourists rushed, pulling out their cameras for the new extraordinary species. “This is awesome” the guards cornered Shama and his Pegasus ordering them to surrender. Max Fur lowered the guns smiling at Shama.

“Please don’t mind my men!” he walked closer to the breathless Pegasus. “What a great horse like creature you have there. How much is it worth or we can talk in my office, do you mind?” Max Fox said standing next to Jason who couldn’t take his eyes off the horse.

“I’m not here to sell anything. I’m here for Izinkanyamba which you stole from the river. Now free the creature or suffer your fate.” Shama said pointing at him with the bludgeon.

“Okay then, guards arrest this man, I will keep the beast!” Max gave the order and walk back to where he was with his son. Shama truck them with lightning with his now glowing bludgeon.

The fire alarm rang as the crowd ran away screaming. With thunder Shama broke the powerful glass holding Izinkanyamba hostage, the seven eyes came out chasing people and ate them alive.

The Inkanyamba mother destroyed cities by storm, moving at 500 miles per hour. She pulled vehicles from the ground with F5 tornados and broke down roof tops in her path.

Shama lead seven eyes out from the DAG gates blowing winds against the police cars, some cops opened fire but struck shadows. With toxic venom the seven eyes struck those who stood their ground taking video clips and parched their flesh. Eventually the snake dragons heard their mother call from the dark clouds which hailed from the Eastern Cape and cried for her.

Hail storm brought down irregular lumps of ice the size of golf balls. The unit of tornadoes expended as they danced in the sky like lovers. Every building cracked down. The climate changed back to normal when the Inkanyamba mother reached out to her children. She placed her big foot on top of the crashed walls while her children climbed up for a ride.

“I’m so sorry you had to come out before yourself,” he knelt down to the ground.

“As long as my children live, your lives are spared. However, one more is out there,”
she said with her children holding on to her shoulders.

“I will find him and seal his liberty,” he said.

“No. I will have his head and feed on his soul by dawn,” the dragon turned and flew beyond the sunny clouds.

Brett watched the news from his bedroom hotel knowing he had something to do with that natural disaster which took away millions of lives. Soon the curtains blew as the sound people screaming outside could be heard along with hooting vehicles. He went closer by the window but got stung by the dark clouds resembling a cell floating towards his flat like a burning ship.

Ten years later some of the seven witches got marriage and had kids. Khafu was invited to the family dinners as they all shared laughter while the children chased one another playfully across the dining room. He went back to his new home in Alaska, the northern part of America. There he lived alone and owned a huge farm where his livestock kept him busy. He chased the bison bulls back from snow mountains riding his horse and his two husky dogs were his companion.

The dark past he had left behind. But he longed to see his wife once more. But he enjoyed the peaceful life he lived without death and the fear of being hunted. This way, his days would be longer and Shama would not hunt him anymore. Until the next time he practised dark magic.

The End