Like fire, she ignited and sparked my soul ablaze. She was fierce and full with hot chi which was of the color red. Though she acted different, I could tell from her black and thick hair, that she was from the land of the Ash demons. Her eyes glittered with the fires of the morning eagle. I had seen her once on a glorious morning, when I was still young of age. I watched her spread her wings and fly into the skies. On that day, she shone brighter than the blue morning. She was savagely proud; a beauty without fear. As she moved through the forest, I ran hastily past the trees, hoping to gaze on her beauty for as long as I could. And as she flew away into the rising sun, I thought I would never see her again, but like a messiah she reappeared; bold and divine. She had come back with a new chi; she came back to tell me we had an unfinished journey to complete.

The land of Ododo engaged the night with tales ringing out loud and legs moving relentlessly. The women sang and swayed their hips. Huts were dappled with the glow from the glorious red moon. Young ones sat on their fathers laps listening to the tales their father told. Laughter was evident from a selected few who listened as the town whisperer told the tales of the tortoise and the rabbit. While all these events occurred, a man sat on a hill nearby setting his gaze on the land of Ododo. He was the man with no name. He was tall, his face strong, and his eyes had rage and love in them. His body was thin and well built; structured with a deep craftsmanship. His eyes fought the thick darkness to watch his beautiful village in quiescence. This was his land, a land he cared deeply for; from the time of his birth, till the time he came to know manhood, he knew his destiny was to protect the land of the red.

As the village lavished in merriness, the man in red caught a glimpse of a deep blue light moving through the forest. He had seen this particular mystery long ago, so before even thinking, he pursued the light amidst all the howling of the beast. He ran and moved. His legs were refreshed with a new strength, one he had never possessed before. Sweat dripped and flowed from his face as his race continued.

At last, he caught up with the light. And with great strength he grabbed and held onto the dazzling light. As he had suspected, the light was indeed a woman; one with a god-like beauty and strength. She had eyes filled forbidden love, and her hair was full and thick with blackness. Her hips were carved with divinity, and her succulent breast stood high without restraint. Her womanhood was desirable luscious. Her silk-like-skin blended rightly well with all her features. She struggled for her freedom, but the man from Ododo held onto her for dare life. She was strong, but he was stronger. She tore his skin with her fingers causing blood to drip effortlessly from the man in red. With vex, he drew her closer to him and placed his face on her bosom. The battle between the man and woman went on, but eventually like a raging sea, all became calm. The man knew from her movement that she was not resisting, only questioning his strength and authority, so he continued his conquest. When she had finally affirmed his strength, she worked her gaze on him, and with ease she captured his soul with her beauty. Unknown to her, he had already being possessed by her light from the first time he saw her. The matter that soon took place will be left for another day or maybe another night, when all will be well and ready.

"There" she pointed

"Further past the blue moon"

"Past the sleeping mountain of Red"

"Where death is known"

"My people claim the richness from gold and silver"

"Where are you from?" she firmly asked.

"I hail from the Land of Ododo"

"Where the beasts answer to my name"

"Behind the hills of the Red"

"A place where peace binds us all"

"I keep the balance of good and death"

"In my land there is beauty"

"Their eyes do not speak of death"

"A land blessed by the god of the morning" ,p>

"A man with a god"

"In all my time of this earth, no man has mentioned of a god such as yours"

"You speak like a man beyond this life"

"I am no mere man"

"My blood, my soul"

"Lady of the night, you have surely possessed me," He proclaimed

"So have you, strange man from Ododo"

"You have grown on me"

"As I have on you"

"Come with me to my land" he begged

"I offer not gold but the gift of the red moon"

"You talk of strange words"

"I come from a land I must return to"

"I have men many to be one with"

"Then why did you run away"

"What do you fear?"

"Ask me no more till the morning passes"

"For the back is rested and ready for grass"

The morning arrived; the birds sang their tune, and with sweet lullabies flowing the man from the land of Ododo woke up. His night had been blessed with a woman gifted with true beauty. As he turned to look for this beauty, he saw nothing. She was gone, leaving him alone deep in the forest. He did not know her name because she had refused to reveal it to him. The only thing he knew about her was that she was from the land of gold and silver; a land where death was known. Last night, after they both had eaten from the fruit of pleasure, she had shared with him some secrets about who she was. He cursed his luck for not noticing her departure. She left him longing for more. He knew she had given a mouthful but he knew she wanted more. There was something about, besides her strong features, her soul had spoken to him; it needed saving. Her eyes hid a pain he knew not of. She was stranger yet he felt he had met her long ago in this same forest. He was certain of this. As he dwelled on his thoughts, a morning bird landed daringly close to his legs. The bird had caught a worm, and with its catch at the tip of its beak, the bird stared at the man in red with much curiosity.

"This bird," he thought.

"Why was this bird unafraid, had they met before?"

The bird was beautiful like the morning sky. He reached out to the bird without bad intentions, and as if the bird understood his desires, it did not move. So, the man in red carefully picked up the bird and placed it on his palm. The bird’s beauty reminded him of the beauty from the night before.

"Oh Morning bird, your beauty knows no bound"

"Oh Morning bird, the land of Ododo welcomes you"

As he sang, the bird hummed. He did not worry about the woman from the land of gold and silver because the bird told him not to. As he caressed the birds feathers, a strange noise from the bushes arrived, which made the bird fly high and deep into the morning sun. The noise was in the form of one of his kinsman.

"You are needed by the Priest," the other man said.

The man in red stood up still looking at the path the bird had taken. He had to find the beauty from the night before. Again, he did not worry because the morning bird had told him not to. As he took the road back to Ododo, his mind drifted back to the woman. He needed to know her and bring her back to Ododo, she did not tell him this, but he could see in her eyes that she was begging for life. He vowed to himself that he would go to the land of gold and silver to find the woman from his dreams.

"He just had to find the morning bird because, it had left him with dreams he could not understand."