The halo breed episode 12

HE HALO BREED
SEASON 1
IN THE HALOS
The Author
EPISODE 12
Gus put his hands on his chest and arms, expecting to feel the acute pain from the h0les of arrows, but there was no pain and no break in his skin! The man with the rod had healed him amazingly!
“What the hell?” he whispered, stunned.
“Chakata fallatee sipatee!” the strange man with the staff shouted.
“What?” Gus Kukah said with incomprehension.
“Sipatee!” the man shouted, pointing at the giant who was almost on top of Gus Kukah now. “Fallatee sipatee onkoloma!”
Gus could not understand the strange dialect, but he gathered that the man was giving him a warning.
The huge brute swung the heavy club at Gus Kukah.
With a little curse, Gus leapt out of the throne as the club came crashing down, and it missed his skull by a hair’s breadth. He landed on his right shoulder and rolled once before gaining his feet.
The giant roared again and turned, his club moving with incredible speed and deadly intent.
Gus Kukah, the best warrior of the Densua fighters, wove effortlessly away from the weapon as he made cold calculations. He knew his fists were near-powerless against this brute, and yet he did not have a weapon. His immediate need, therefore, was to get a weapon or attack a raw nerve that would incapacitate this beast.
The crowd was now roaring and chanting again as the fight continued. Gus Kukah spun from another swing of the giant’s club, and then he jumped slightly on the left th-gh of his attacker and used it as a springboard to soar higher, swinging in the air and slashing the edge of his stiff right hand into the upper trachea of the giant!
The beast gurgled with pain and dropped his club as he grabbed his throat. A great roar of fury erupted from his throat as he m-ssaged his windpipe. Quickly, Gus Kukah grabbed the club, lifted it with an effort, and threw it away.
He looked at the furious man.
“Listen, man – or whatever you are – I don’t wanna fight you,” he said desperately. “I don’t know what I stumbled on, but you have to simmer down.”
“Sinpiti pataloko!” the giant shouted and looked around frantically for a weapon. His red eyes fell on the huge axe resting on top of the rock in front of the throne.
He roared and rushed towards it. Gus Kukah raced towards him to stop him but, the giant reached the axe first and took hold of it. He pulled…but the axe did not budge!
A look of sheer horror crossed the giant’s face!
He tried to lift the axe again but it remained fixed.
Gus was confused because the axe was not in,side the rock. It was just balanced on top of it, and this brute should have been able to pick it up easily.
The giant strained, huffed and puffed…but the axe remained on top of the rock.
The crowd had now gone silent!
They were all watching with confusion and horror, and it dawned on Gus Kukah that lifting the axe was something symbolic to this race.
The giant held the axe with both hands, braced a foot against the rock and heaved heavily, but the axe did not move.
The male with the staff now moved forward slowly and spoke gently to the stunned giant. The huge man released the axe and took a step backward with great horror written all over his huge face.
The man with the staff pointed it at Gus Kukah.
“p-ntangolo!” he said.
Gus Kukah, now standing beside the giant, shrugged resignedly.
“I don’t know why you expect me to understand your damn lingo!” he said calmly. “I’m not of your race! I dropped from the flipping sky, so I don’t understand a damn word of what you’re saying!”
“Karami p-ntangolo!” the man said in a fierce voice.
“p-ntangolo, p-ntangolo, p-ntangolo!” the crowd scre-med.
The giant gave Gus Kukah a massive push and gestured at the axe.
“Karami p-ntangolo!” he said harshly.
Evidently, they were telling Gus to lift the axe.
He looked at the man with the staff cynically.
“You want me to lift the axe? Are you nuts? Even this huge oaf could not lift it!” he shouted sarcastically.
“Karami p-ntangolo, akirigi!” the man said in a very fierce voice, his eyes changing to orbs of red as he glared at Gus. He was obviously agitated that Gus could not understand his words.
He pointed his staff at the axe.
Gus stretched his hand in an attempt to lift the axe, and immediately the handle of the axe tilted towards his hand with a humming sound.
“What the f-ck!” Gus Kukah whispered, alarmed, and dropped his hand.
The axe slid back to its original balanced state. There was great silence on the field as they stared at him with shades of green eyes: they were also stunned!
Licking his l-ips, Gus Kukah stretched his right hand again, and this time the axe lifted off the rock with a humming sound and slammed into his hand. The force of the impact hurled him back into the throne!
He sat there, stunned and filled with incomprehension.
There was a buzz around the crowd.
Gus Kukah’s eyes met those of the stunning, dark woman on the other throne.
He saw a tiny smile creasing her beautiful l-ips.
“Halo Kalabi!” the man with the staff shouted shrilly, and his craggy face broke into a huge grin of delight.
“Halo Kalabi!” the people scre-med and, suddenly, they knelt and bowed to Gus.
Even the giant looked at him with reverence and fell on his knees.
“Janilo, Halo Kalabi!” he said.
Gus was stunned.
He just could not understand what had happened.
He looked at the beautiful black woman, and he saw the faintly mischievous look in her eyes as she bowed her head slightly to him in obeisance.
The man with the staff approached Gus and spoke rapidly.
“Shabi quobi stopikankijo, filimo na tatasa!”
Gus looked blandly at him and shook his head.
“I just can’t understand your lingo, sir,” he said and held out his hands in a gesture of confusion.
“Ahhhh, foonpatani!” the man cried with exasperation, stepped forward and extended his staff, touching it lightly first to Gus’ head, and then to his l-ips, and finally to his chest.
Gus felt a slow s-nsation passing through him, and then gasped with absolute shock when the man spoke again in his language, and this time Gus understood him perfectly.
“Welcome, Sky Tree, to Halo,” he said softly. “You do hold a great secret in your forehead, a weapon that is not meant for you, but for the child you will raise here. Because, the days of darkness approach quickly, and soon the day dawns for the Halo breed to ascend to the skies, and do that which is worthy of him! So, for time, you shall be the exalted King of the Halos, as we await the Halo Breed that the oracles do speak of!”
“I don’t understand any of what you just said,” Gus said with some confusion.
“You will understand, Sky Tree, you will understand!”
“And my name is Gus, sir, Gus Kukah!”
“To them you’re Kukah!” he said sharply. “To the Oracles of the Halos, you’re Sky Tree, the stranger with blood fire sticks in his body who will fall from the sky, land on the throne, and pick up the axe of the king, and be the father of the breed we are all waiting for. Welcome to the Land of the Halos! And your attachment awaits you, the beautiful Princess Derbie Gyeshie of the Halos!”
He gestured to the beautiful dark lady sitting on the throne.
Her eyes, almost completely sea-green now, regarded him frankly. Their eyes met and locked.
Gus Kukah looked at the man beside him.
“And what do I call you?” he asked gently.
“You will refer to me as Grogisimpasin!” he said.
Gus scowled.
“That, my friend, is indeed a mouthful,” he said with a sigh. “But, in my own tongue, it does sounds like George Simpson. So, can I call you George?”
“Agreeable,” the fellow said.
“Another problem,” Gus Kukah continued. “Listen, I don’t belong here. I really don’t understand anything you’ve said so far, and I don’t want to understand it. All I know is that some damn coyotes betrayed me up there, and I need to go up there. Your princess is beautiful, believe me, but alas, my heart burns for only one woman!”
“You are a fool, Sky Tree!” George exploded. “The Oracles brought you here! It was forecast thousands of years ago! Come with me! I will show you that your destiny is here!”
Gus shook his head, and he was getting frantic now.
“No, please. I must thank you for your cordiality, and for evidently saving me from death. But I don’t belong here. I need to get back to my world.”
“A vexatious obstinacy you do have!” George exclaimed. “Tell me, do you have a ring in your head, your forehead?”
Gus Kukah’s eyes opened with shock.
“How on earth did you know that?” he whispered, stunned.
“Ahhh, Sholokoloton!” George exclaimed furiously. “You do have the ring of the Oracles, but your heart is ruled by this pain you feel for that woman up there! Ahh, what a fractious quagmire of silly emotions! Soon fixed, soon fixed!”
He stepped forward and, without warning, placed the end of his staff on Gus Kukah’s chest, across his heart.
Gus felt a searing pain coursing through him. He saw a blinding flash of light, causing him to mo-n and shut his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he smiled gently at Princess Derbie.
“Your beauty does take my breath away, my Princess!”
“Wait!” George Simpson said quickly with a scowl. “What about that woman, the one you feel pain for?”
Gus Kukah scowled.
“Now what on earth are you talking about?” he asked coldly. “Surely, I have not told you of any woman. Do you, perchance, want to discredit me in front of the princess?”
George Simpson nodded.
“Aha!” he whispered. “Your heart is freed from the whimsical emotions of silliness. You’re in the Halos, Sky Tree. Welcome.”
tbc
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