every first child born on eim maret day shall be sacrificed to me Zima I cannot bear to lose this child please you must help me Your Majesty we must not forget the Covenant with ziga the child born must be sacrificed a long time ago in the Serene and mysterious land of surrounded by vast Waters stood a giant tree named ziga this tree was no ordinary tree toing High into the skies its roots stretched deep beneath the Earth its branches seemed to touch the heavens the people of ziga revered ziga as their God a deity they
believed control the balance of life and prosperity in their land they had an ancient Covenant with ziga every month they brought offerings of their best farm produce yams bananas and the sweetest Cava roots in return ziga blessed the land with Bountiful harvests kept their Waters clean and protected them from foreign Invaders it was believed that Z's eyes could see into the hearts of men and possesses a voice that whispered in the wind the people lived in awe of their deity careful never to provoke its wroth king busu the the ruler of ziga was a man
of great wisdom and courage he had led his people through countless challenges and ensure their peace and prosperity however in his Palace a storm breed in his heart the king had been married for many years to two beautiful wives Queen Juma and queen atai yet neither had borne him a son his daughters were the pride of his heart graceful and intelligent but tradition in his dictated that the throne must pass to a male air though King busu often reassured himself that his daughters were enough he couldn't shake the unease that ignored at him he had
heard Whispers among the people and CAU tears who would Ascend the throne when he's no more he has no air but King busu dismissed this thoughts at least I have children he told himself one fitful evening as the sun deeped into the horizon the Queen Mother King busa's mother summoned him to her Chambers she was an imposing woman her presence commanding respect even in her old age with sharp eyes that seemed to pierce the soul she sat on her onest stool and motioned for her son to sit my son she began her voice steady but
heavy with concern do you not see what lies ahead do you not hear The Whispers In The Palace the throne is in danger of sleeping away from our lineage Mother King Buu replied he don't weary I have daughters we are enough they are the light of my life the Queen Mother shook her head enough have you forgotten the law of ziga the throne is not yours to pass to a daughter if you do nothing the throne will fall into the hands of another family and our lineage will be forgotten is that what you want her
words struck a cord in the king's heart but they remained silent unwilling to admit the fear her words awakened in him day after day the Queen Mother persisted each time the Met she spoke of the Throne of legacy and of what she called his duty to the kingdom the once quiet Whispers and King Buu's mind grew louder echoing the queen mother's words the weight of his lineage began to feel like a shackle tightening with every passing moment one night the Queen Mother suggested something that made King bu's blood run cold siga has blessed this land
for centuries she said her voice low and conspirational perhaps it's high time he sought its help offer it a sacrifice a sacrifice worthy of a prince and he shall be blessed with an air the king recoiled at her words mother you speak of a dark path sacrific to zik has never involved human lives a covenant forbids it the queen mother leaned closer her eyes narrowing desperate times call for desperate measures my son zig's blessings are Limitless if you do not act our name will fade into nothingness think of the Legacy you leave behind King busu
left her chambers that night with a heavy heart her words cycling in his mind like vultures over a cus the throne the people his daughters all were at stake he began to see reason in her argument though his soul trembled at the thought the storm raged fiercely over the land of ziga lightning Illumina the night sky and thunder rumbling like the growl of an angry beast king busu and the Queen Mother moved cautiously through the dense forest their touches flickering against the howling wind the forest was alive with strange sounds and the Towering trees seemed
to leaning closer as if if dropping on their Mission the air was thick with tension and every step they took felt heavier than the last afterward felt like an eternity they reached a claring where ziga stood in all its ominous Glory the massive tree loomed before them despite the rain the area around ziga was eerily dry as if the storm dared not touch it the king and his mother ped the weight of their mission settling upon them with a shake taking breath King busu knelt before the tree his mother following sweet great ziga King busu
began his voice trembling slightly guardian of Unika provider of our blessings I come to you tonight in humility and Desperation he paused his heart pounding as he searched for the right words I have no son to carry my name no air to sit upon the throne after me I beg you grant me an air grant me a son and I'll will forever be indebted to you before you could continue the Queen Mother interjected her voice firm and Resolute we are willing to do anything she said her words cutting through the storm anything great ziga to
ensure the legacy of our family as soon as the words left her mouth lightning struck the ground near them and sis are gr the Earth trembled beneath their knees and the tree suddenly came alive its branches twisted and stretched like skeletal arms and its two massive eyes opened glowing like Embers in the darkness the king and his mother stumbled back in Terror their breaths quick and shallow they had always reved Ziza but never in their lives had they seen it move or speak the glowing eyes B into them and the back shifted to form a
mouth that emitted a voice like Rolling Thunder I have heard your plea sikis said its voice echoing through the forest you deserve an air a sand to continue your lineage and air you shall have but on one condition the king and the Queen Mother exchanged worried glances the enormity of their actions Dawning upon them yet they could not Retreat now they had come too far but on what condition King bus whispered barely able to find his voice ziga's eyes narrowed and its voice became a low rumbling growl you ask much of me moral King to
Grant your desire there will be a prize a covenant to be sealed the Queen Mother undeterred by fear leaned forward what is your condition great ziga she asked her voice steady speak it and we shall obey ziga's branches quivered and its voice bmed louder than before once the prince is burned every firstborn child born after him on as maret day shall be sacrificed to me their blood will nourish my roots and their souls will strengthen my power this is my prize nothing else the king's eyes widened in horror his mind ring from the weight of
the condition he shook his head his voice breaking as he pleaded no great ziga surely there must be another way take gold take land anything but this spare the children of his ziga Sika let out the thunderous brow silencing him the fastb children are nothing your throne your legacy your desire you will all wither and die if you refuse my terms the Queen Mother ignoring her son's protests bowed her head deeply we accept ziga I promise you my son will keep his word the Covenant shall be honored the king turned to hide in disbelief mother
no this is madness we cannot silence she snapped her voice sharp as a bleed the throne must be preserved busu you will see reason in time zikis are ground its eyes glowing brighter as it spoke the Covenant is sealed go now and prepare for is come your desire shall be granted but remember the price must be paid with that ziga's eyes closed and the tree returned to its Stillness king busu and the Queen Mother Rose to their feet their bodies trembling with fear and exhaustion the Journey Back to the Palace was silent safe for the
sound of the forest and the occasional clap of thunder in the distance when they finally reached the Palace king busu turned to his mother his voice low and pained you have cursed this land mother you have cursed us all the Queen Mother placed a hand on his shoulder her gaze unyielding no my son I have secured your legacy the people of oniga will understand sacrifices must be made for the greater good weeks after that stormy night in the forest a wave of excitement swept through the Palace of in ziga news spread that Queen Juma and
Queen at were pregnant the joy that lit up King bus's face was unmatched the Queen Mother walked around with a triumphant air certain that her intervention had brought about the long awaited air the courtiers and Palace staff buz with prayers and hopes for a prince who would carry on the realy Lage could the blessings of zigis aisu abundant will the kingdom truly be on the verge of welcoming not one but two sons in the royal family make sure to sit tight as the story unfolds on a crisp morning queen juma's cries of Labor echoed through
the palace walls The Midwives carried about their movement Swift and precise while the palace inhabitants awaited anxiously outside her Chambers the tension in the air was palpable as cers paced hours passed before the door crooked open and the chief Midwife stepped out her face was flushed with exertion with a broad smile she announced it's a boy she declared her voice ringing out like a bell for a moment there was stunned silence then the palace erupted in chairs the celebration was in full swing when another messenger rushed in with astounding news Queen atai too had gone
into labor the kingdom held its breath as a second breath was announced another boy cried the Midwife the people of uniga danced in the streets as the joyous news spread far and wide for the first time in Generations the royal family welcomed two sons in one day and it seemed as though ziga's Prosperity would endure forever weeks later as the Queen Mother stroll through the streets of oniga Basking in the admiration of her people a young pregnant woman named Visa approached and greeted her warmly greetings Queen Mother May your days be l Visa said with
a bow her voice filled with respect the Queen Mother smiled graciously watching as Visa wled past when the woman was out of ear shirs the queen mother's smile Twisted into a Sinister green a sacrifice almost rip she mummed under her breath before continuing on her way the day Visa gave birth dawned with a heavy air it was on ezy Market day as her labor pains began her husband stayed by by her side praying for her safety the Midwife arrived hands stead as she guided Visa through the excruciating process but the moment the baby was born
the door burst open and the King's guards stormed in without a word they snatched the newborn from the midwife's arms Visa screamed reaching out for her child while her husband and other men in the village tried to intervene their efforts were futile against the armed guards who struck down anyone who de stand in their way the child was taken deep into the forest while the desperate cries of the parents faded into the distance when they reached the Towering tree sikiza came alive once more its massive eyes opened and its cppy mouth yawned wide with a
single gulp the tree swallowed the child the sacrifice of Visa's baby marks the beginning of a dark chapter in is ziga's history words spread quickly and fear griped the heart of newly W and expectant mothers no one wanted to conceive for giving birth on eim maret's day meant the certain death of their child the joyous sound of children laughter grew faint in the village of Z ziga replaced by The Whispers of dread if you enjoy the story and would like to know how the story progressed please please consider subscribing to this channel so that once
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