Novels by Alameen Gbenro

The air in Ladus was crip. Calm. Unusually calm for a town that had faced the brim of extinction twice in two months. Although the people were yet to fully resume their lives in the city as per Enitan's advice, the town did not feel so dead anymore. David landed before the lab, his robes murky with red dirt upon contact. He walked to the door and opened it, greeted by Gandu's presence in his always busy, yet white lab coat. He shook his head, wondering if Gandu really did any lab work. Well that wasn't his to mind, what mattered was the success of his mission and his dependence on Gandu's ability to deliver. "Look. My favourite man of the year is alive and home." Gandu greeted, approaching him. "It's fine." David spoke, stopping him with a wave of his hand, a sign Gandu understood. He stopped before the table and withdrew the carpet from his store, placing it there. It's silky gold threads lining on the hard wood, creating a contrast between gold and black. "So this is it, King S

Just then, the system's interface appeared before him. He frowned, reading his new mission objective."[Mission Alert: Level 39 – Defeat the Void's Spawns]""What the fuck?" He questioned."Just run, David. Fucking leave there, now!" Gandu yelled over the comms. "I can't. I haven't gotten the carpet, and I'm obliged to stop them now." The latter responded."Oh it's a carpet, not a mat." Gandu chirped. "Fuck off, man. This isn't helping!" The Void's spawns edged closer, their sights now locked on David. He tensed, darting his eyes sideways to check the canopy of trees. "I'll just buy some time." He muttered. He held his hands forward, indicating peace. The spawns, all curious even with their expressionless faces halted, eager to hear his next words. "See, violence isn't the way every time. Sometimes, we just have to talk things out." He spoke. They all just stared at him, their darkness pulsing slowly. "Look," He said, stepping forward. "We don't exactly have to kill each other

He stood in silence, watching the unmoving body. He thought to himself, "didn't I just hear a sneeze?", then he knelt before the man, peering at him. Suddenly, the man's body jerked, causing David to jump back. "Holy shit you're alive." "Who's alive? I never died. " Gandu's voice crackled through the Comms. David fixed his eyes on the old, feebly man, his gaze unable to tear away. "Like I said earlier, Eldahor is gone. Surprisingly, there is a survivor and he's alive." David responded. "Oh, check up on him and ask questions." The former stated the obvious. "What happened?" He asked the man, helping him sit straight against the wall. From what he saw, the man had been trapped by the debris probably amidst escape or when the temple fully collapsed. One thing was certain, death was on the door, seeking his soul. He heard him voice something, some words but he could not understand those. "Come again?" He questioned. The man spoke again, this time David realised he was speaking a

The lab went quiet as Gandu left for the basement, returning moments later with a map in his grip. He placed it on the centre of the table, all eyes pinned on what he presented. "See. This is deep into the continent. Known by the inner indigenes there." He spoke, pointing at the highlighted spot on the map.…"Eldahor.""I think I've heard of that place once. My parents once left for a pilgrimage when I was younger but I had no idea about the place, only the name." Meena spoke. "Good." He nodded, then faced David. "We need to get Solomon's mat or carpet or whatever the fuck they call it. We get it, dissect or tear it into bits and pieces then merge those parts with the gears I've been working on." He stated. David nodded, he understood his mission. The rest wondered why he faced David alone and not them, then he dropped his reason. "David you'll have to go alone. We don't know how much longer the Void will take to attack us again or his dark army (if he still has more). So to save t

Gandu walked into his residence, tired and weak. It had been a long day, one that ended with sorrow. Sorrow he never wished for in the first place. He did not care much for the deceased, but he was his customer and as a trader, the mutual respect sought his obligation to mourn the dead. Despite the fact that the town was still empty because of the evacuation from earlier, he never bothered stay at the lab after helping to treat Dana. There was a lot of work expecting him and work wasn't what he needed. It was sleep. As he crashed on the bed, burying his face into the soft cushioning, he groaned, his ears picking up a familiar presence."Go away." He groaned, his face still buried in the clothing. "I need your help." David spoke. Gandu, obviously annoyed, rose and faced the man, giving him a look of displeasure. "What do you want this time?" He asked. "I need you to help me study the dark fairies that are currently maimed. I have them captured inside the lab. I believe we can cure

Eden sat alone in the dimly lit room, his massive frame hunched over, shoulders trembling. The silence around him was suffocating, broken only by the shallow rhythm of his breath. His eyes, reddened and hollow, stared at the floor as if trying to summon his brother’s shadow back from the void. Every memory ate at his chest, his brother’s laughter, the promises they made, the last look before the end. He gripped his Bedsheet, his hands shaking, heart breaking. No roar could express the ache within.He glanced at the wall, on it was his brother's old quiver, mounted on it like a trophy. Since the tragedy, he only withdrew to himself, acknowledging only himself and his grief. He blamed every one, including himself, wishing he had made different decisions, even way back since they were kids. "Maybe he would still be alive." He thought, ending that stream of memories and wishes, but the reality still faced him…his brother was dead and he was here. All he could do was to honour his memo