THE BRAVE HUNTER — EPISODE 6
The journey back to Uduama was both silent and sacred.
The king had given Obinna a royal escort, but he declined. “Let me walk the path myself,” he said. “It’s the same path I took as a boy… now I return as a man.”
He carried nothing but his hunting bag, a carved walking stick from the palace, and the wooden pendant from the princess tucked close to his chest. Dogo trotted beside him, proud and alert, as if guarding royalty.
As they approached the borders of Uduama, the forest welcomed them like an old friend. Birds chirped with familiar rhythms. The wind hummed through the trees like a mother’s lullaby.
Obinna paused at a stream and cupped the water in his hands. He splashed some on his face and whispered, “I’m home.”
But home was not the same.
As he entered the village square, children stopped playing. Women at the well paused. A group of elders sitting under the iroko tree rose to their feet.
“Obinna?” one of them asked.
“Yes,” he replied softly.
There was silence. Then one voice shouted, “It’s Obinna!”
The crowd rushed forward.
They embraced him like a lost son returned from the grave. Old women wept. Young men clapped his back. Children ran around him shouting, “Obinna the Brave! Obinna the Brave!”
His mother was the last to appear.
Her eyes were red with tears before she even spoke. “My son,” she whispered, arms stretched wide. “You’re alive.”
Obinna fell to his knees and hugged her. “Mama, I’m back.”
The villagers led him to his father’s old hut. They had kept it clean all these years. That night, they cooked, danced, and celebrated the return of their hero.
But as the fire burned low and the music faded, Obinna called a meeting.
He stood in the center of the village square, surrounded by faces that loved and trusted him.
“I have returned,” he said, “but not just to rest. The world beyond our village is changing. Evil now hides in thick shadows. Bandits roam free. People go missing. The forest we once feared has become our only shield. I want to train our hunters—not just to hunt—but to protect.”
The elders nodded.
“We support you,” the oldest said. “You carry your father’s heart… and more.”
From that day, Uduama changed.
Obinna taught the young boys how to track without noise, how to set traps that didn’t harm, how to move with the forest rather than against it.
He taught them honor.
He taught them patience.
And Dogo, always by his side, became the village's silent guardian. Even the smallest children felt safe when they saw his wagging tail.
But one evening, while teaching a group of boys how to read animal prints, a messenger arrived.
He wore the king’s royal colors and carried a scroll sealed with wax.
Obinna opened it carefully.
His eyes scanned the words.
Then he paused.
“Mama,” he called, “I need to return to Ijime. The king is summoning me.”
His mother’s face tightened. “Is everything alright?”
Obinna looked at the letter again, then at the wooden pendant still hanging from his neck.
“I don’t know,” he said. “But I gave someone a promise… and it’s time to keep it.”
✨ What does the king want? Is the princess in danger? Is a new journey about to begin? The forest may have trained Obinna—but destiny is still calling.
Don’t miss Episode 7 of THE BRAVE HUNTER!
THE BRAVE HUNTER — EPISODE 7
By sunrise the next day, Obinna was already on the move.
He wore his forest-green tunic, strapped his father’s bow on his back, and tied the princess’s wooden pendant around his neck. Dogo walked beside him, sniffing the air with every step. Obinna’s heart beat fast—not out of fear, but from the unknown.
Ijime Kingdom was two days away by foot, but Obinna and Dogo reached it by nightfall of the first day. The path was too quiet. No birds. No drums. No market noise.
Something was wrong.
At the palace gates, the guards recognized him immediately and bowed.
“Forest Guardian, welcome. The king awaits you.”
Obinna’s eyes scanned their faces. They looked tense, tired.
As he stepped into the palace courtyard, he noticed the fire had gone cold. The drums were silent. The air felt heavy.
Inside the king’s chamber, the queen sat beside the throne, her eyes red. The king paced the floor, and his voice trembled with frustration.
“My King,” Obinna said, kneeling. “You summoned me.”
The king rushed to him. “Obinna… thank the gods you came. The princess—she’s missing.”
Obinna froze. “What?”
“She left the palace gardens two nights ago to pick flowers. She had guards with her. But… they were found tied and unconscious. No trace of her. Again.”
Obinna’s jaw clenched. “Same as before?”
The queen nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks. “And this time, they left something behind.”
She handed him a small torn cloth. Obinna touched it.
The smell was strange—smoke and herbs. But beneath it, he picked up something else.
Fear.
“She’s alive,” he said, standing. “But they’re watching us.”
The king looked up with new hope. “Can you find her again, Obinna?”
Obinna didn’t answer with words. He just turned to Dogo, who sniffed the cloth once, then barked sharply. His eyes lit up. His tail stiffened.
Without another word, Obinna followed his dog into the night.
Through the kingdom’s farmlands, across rivers and slippery rocks, Dogo led the way with purpose. Obinna said nothing. His bow was ready. His eyes sharp.
Then, deep in the forest, Dogo stopped.
Obinna followed his gaze—and there, under the moonlight, were strange marks on the ground. Symbols written in ash. Bones arranged in a circle.
“A trap,” Obinna whispered. “These are not ordinary kidnappers…”
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the dark.
“So... the hunter returns.”
Obinna spun around, bow raised.
From the shadows stepped a tall, cloaked figure. His eyes glowed like coal. His face—scarred. Behind him, more men emerged, all dressed in black.
“I warned the king,” the leader sneered. “But he refused to give me what I asked for. So I took her again.”
Obinna narrowed his eyes. “And who are you to take a princess?”
The man chuckled. “I am the rightful heir to the Ijime throne. The king betrayed me. Now his daughter will pay the price.”
Dogo growled, ready to leap.
But Obinna raised his hand.
“You made one mistake,” he said calmly.
“And what’s that?”
“You thought I came alone.”
Suddenly, the trees rustled—and from every direction, warriors of Ijime, dressed in leaves and war paint, appeared from the shadows.
Obinna smirked. “The forest taught me well.”
Chaos exploded.
Arrows flew.
Swords clashed.
Dogo darted through legs, biting ankles and dodging kicks.
Obinna moved like lightning—his arrows never missed.
The battle raged, but Obinna had one goal—find the princess.
He ran through the camp, past fire pits and fallen men. Then he saw her—tied inside a bamboo cage, weak but awake.
“Obinna!” she cried.
“I’m here,” he shouted.
He fired one arrow, breaking the cage lock. The door swung open.
She ran into his arms.
Then—a scream.
The scar-faced leader charged at them with a blade.
Obinna turned to shield her, ready to take the blow.
But Dogo leaped between them.
The blade struck Dogo.
“NOOOO!” Obinna roared.
With fury burning in his blood, he tackled the man to the ground, disarmed him, and knocked him unconscious.
Silence returned.
The battle was won.
But Dogo lay still.
Obinna fell to his knees beside him. “Dogo… please.”
The dog’s eyes flickered.
Then he blinked… and licked Obinna’s hand.
He was alive.
Obinna laughed through tears.
“You stubborn dog…”
The princess smiled. “He saved both of us.”
Obinna lifted Dogo gently. “Let’s go home.”
🔥 A trap set. A secret heir. And a dog who never stops protecting. What more lies ahead for Obinna, the princess, and their loyal Dogo?
EPISODE 8 will reveal what happens next.
THE BRAVE HUNTER — EPISODE 8
The return to Ijime Kingdom was nothing short of a miracle.
Obinna carried Dogo gently in his arms, the princess walked beside him, and behind them followed the warriors—wounded but victorious. As they approached the palace gates, the guards sounded the royal horn.
Poooooooooo!
The palace square filled quickly. Mothers, children, elders—everyone rushed out. The queen fell to her knees and burst into tears the moment she saw her daughter.
“My child! My light!” she cried, pulling the princess into her arms.
The king stood still. His hands trembled, his lips parted, and when his daughter reached him, he simply embraced her without a word. A father’s relief. A silent prayer answered.
Then his eyes turned to Obinna.
“You brought her back again,” he whispered, voice shaking. “Twice now. You risked your life. What can I possibly give you in return?”
Obinna looked down at Dogo, who whimpered softly in his arms. The dog’s side was bandaged. His fur stained with dried blood. But he wagged his tail, happy to be home.
“My King,” Obinna said, stepping forward, “all I ask is that you continue to protect your people. The forest hides many enemies. The kingdom must remain prepared.”
The king nodded deeply.
“You speak like a true leader.”
Then, before everyone, he raised his staff.
“Hear me, people of Ijime!” he thundered. “Today, I make a royal declaration. Obinna the Brave is not just our Forest Guardian—he is now a Defender of the Realm. He shall have land, gold, and a voice in the palace council!”
Cheers erupted. Drums beat like thunder.
But something else happened that no one expected.
The princess stepped forward.
Her voice trembled, but her eyes were sure. “Father… if I may speak.”
The king looked at her with pride. “Go on, daughter.”
She turned to Obinna.
“You have saved me not once, but twice. You’ve taught this kingdom what loyalty and sacrifice mean. And… in the days we’ve shared… I have come to know your heart.”
The crowd grew silent.
“I do not wish to be forced into marriage with foreign princes for alliances. I want someone whose heart beats for people. A man who walks with truth, not pride.”
Then she stepped closer to Obinna.
“I choose you.”
The air stood still.
The queen gasped softly. The elders glanced at one another. Obinna’s eyes widened.
“My Princess…” he began, unsure what to say.
But she smiled. “I know your heart is in Uduama. And I will never take you from it. But I ask… will you allow my heart to walk with yours—wherever life takes us?”
Obinna looked around.
He saw the faces of people who once doubted him now filled with hope. He saw Dogo, still breathing. He saw a kingdom that now listened. And a woman—strong, bold, and kind—asking to stand beside him.
Then he looked up at the moon and whispered, “Papa… I hope you see this.”
He turned back to her and bowed slightly. “I will not reject what the forest has given me twice. I accept.”
The crowd screamed with joy.
Dogo barked loudly.
The king and queen wept with happiness.
And the moon, high above, glowed brighter than ever—as if blessing the union of two hearts that met under its silent light.
🌟 Obinna’s story has taken a new turn—from a hunter, to a hero… and now, to a man chosen not by royalty, but by destiny itself.
What comes next? Wedding bells… or a new storm?
THE BRAVE HUNTER — EPISODE 9
Preparations for the royal union began at once.
The entire Ijime Kingdom lit up with color. Drummers rehearsed day and night. Palm wine flowed from clay pots like streams. Tailors from every corner of the land arrived to sew new clothes. The streets smelled of roasted yam, pepper soup, and freshly plucked hibiscus.
But Obinna… he felt torn.
He stood by the palace balcony overlooking the forest, the place that raised him. That taught him survival. That gave him everything.
“I’m marrying a princess,” he whispered, almost in disbelief. “How did a village boy like me get here?”
Beside him, Dogo stretched and yawned.
The forest wind blew gently, brushing against his face like a reminder.
Just then, the princess joined him, dressed in a simple white wrapper. No gold. No crown. Just herself.
“You still look far away,” she said.
“I’m here,” he replied. “But I’m also in Uduama. I left without saying goodbye properly.”
She nodded. “Then let’s go together—after the wedding.”
Obinna turned to her in surprise.
“You’d come to my village?”
She smiled. “You’ve given me your kingdom. Let me see yours.”
Obinna said nothing. He reached for her hand.
But just as they touched, a guard rushed into the corridor, breathless.
“My Princess! My Lord Obinna! Come quick!”
They ran after him through the palace hall, down the wide stairs, and into the courtyard.
There, tied to a tree, was a strange-looking man—dirty, bleeding, shaking with fear.
The king and queen were already outside, surrounded by warriors.
“Who is he?” the princess asked.
The guard spoke, “He was caught sneaking through the forest path. He carried this scroll.”
Obinna took it and unrolled the dirty paper.
His eyes narrowed as he read aloud:
“To the brave hunter who dares marry the throne—beware. You have what belongs to us. The forest will not forgive you. The child of fire is watching. Before your wedding moon rises, we will come. We will take what is ours. You will beg the earth to open and swallow you.”
Silence fell over the palace.
“Who sent this?” the king roared.
But the prisoner, shaking like a leaf, only muttered, “The Brotherhood… the ones who live beneath the forest... they’re coming.”
Obinna’s grip tightened on the scroll.
The princess turned to him. “What does it mean?”
He didn’t answer right away. His eyes stared into the dark woods beyond the gates.
Then he whispered, “The forest… is waking.”
🔥 A royal wedding turns into a warning. Mysterious enemies from the deep forest rise. Who is the “child of fire”? What is the Brotherhood’s true plan?
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THE BRAVE HUNTER — EPISODE 10 (Final Episode)
The morning of the wedding arrived — but the skies were not smiling.
Dark clouds gathered over Ijime. The air felt heavy. Even the birds refused to sing.
Obinna stood at the palace gates in full hunter regalia. Leopard skin wrapped his waist. Red marks painted his face. His machete — the same one he used in the forest — rested across his back.
He wasn’t preparing for celebration.
He was preparing for war.
The scroll’s warning still echoed in his head:
“Before your wedding moon rises, we will come…”
The king had doubled the palace guards. Warriors surrounded the kingdom. The people were told to remain indoors.
But nothing prepared them for what came next.
By mid-day, a strange wind blew through the land. The trees bent as though bowing to something no one could see. The air smelled of smoke and iron. Suddenly, the skies darkened — but it was not night.
From the forest’s edge, they came.
Figures in black robes, faces hidden, eyes glowing red. They walked without fear, led by a man taller than any Obinna had seen.
His body was scarred. His voice thundered as he pointed to the palace:
“Bring out the one who dares break the pact. The hunter who touched what belongs to us!”
Obinna stepped forward.
“I am the one,” he said boldly. “Speak your grievance.”
The tall figure hissed. “You entered the sacred part of the forest. You killed the beast of fire. That beast was ours! For centuries, we protected this kingdom from what sleeps beneath. Now you have awoken it!”
Just then, the ground trembled.
A crack opened in the courtyard.
From beneath, a creature began to rise — part lion, part serpent, its eyes burning like coal.
The people screamed. Even the king stepped back in fear.
But Obinna didn’t move.
He remembered what the old herbalist told him once:
“Courage is not killing the beast. Courage is knowing when to bow… and when to stand.”
Obinna turned to the princess. “Run inside.”
“No,” she said firmly, standing beside him.
The creature roared, shaking the sky.
Obinna raised his machete and whispered into the wind, calling upon the spirit of the forest.
To everyone’s shock, the trees behind the palace began to glow. Vines slithered forward like snakes, wrapping the creature’s limbs. Thunder cracked, and a beam of light shot from the sky, striking the beast’s head.
It fell back into the hole it came from.
Silence.
The Brotherhood began to retreat, shouting in fear. Their leader vanished into smoke.
Obinna fell to his knees, breathless.
The princess rushed to him, holding his face. “You did it.”
“No,” he whispered, “we did.”
That evening, the skies cleared.
The wedding took place under the full moon.
Obinna and the princess exchanged vows with joy in their hearts and dust on their feet.
The hunter had won not just love, but peace for the land.
And from that day forward, every child in Ijime grew up hearing the tale of Obinna — the brave hunter who married the crown and defeated the darkness.
💫 THE END.
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