Tribe Rules - S02 E08

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Tribe Rules - S02 E08

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 8

Episode 8: Tribe Rules (2)

The bridge was very quiet. It was the kind of quiet that feels heavy. It felt like the whole world was holding its breath. The Sun King stood with his arm high in the air. The poisoned dagger was pointed straight at Tiya. The green liquid on the blade looked like a snake’s eyes. It was only an inch away from her skin. Tiya did not move. She did not scream. She did not even blink. She just looked at the Sun King with eyes that were full of light and courage. She was ready to die to save her father. She was ready to die to stop the war.

Kofi was on the ground. He tried to reach out. He wanted to pull his father back. He wanted to shout. But the words were stuck in his throat. He could see the anger on his father's face. He could see the red light in his father's eyes. The Spirit of Hate was right there. It was laughing. It was waiting for the blade to hit. It was waiting for the first drop of blood to fall on the cold bridge. If that happened, the war would never end. The hate would win forever.

But something happened. The Sun King looked into Tiya's eyes. He saw something he did not expect. He did not see a spy. He did not see an enemy. He saw a little girl who loved her father very much. He saw the same kind of love that he felt for Kofi. He saw that she was not afraid of his power. She was only afraid of losing her family. For the first time in a very long time, the Sun King felt a crack in his heart. The wall of anger began to crumble. He saw his own reflection in the green blade of the dagger. He saw a man who was about to do something very bad.

The Sun King’s hand began to shake. The Spirit of Hate hissed in his ear. It told him to strike. It told him to be strong. But the King did not listen. He looked at Kofi, who was crying on the ground. He looked at Tiya, who was standing like a shield. He realized that these children had done something the adults could not do. They had found a way to be friends. They had found a way to share the truth. The King felt a deep shame. He felt like he had been sleeping for a hundred years and was finally waking up.

Suddenly, the King pulled his hand back. He turned the dagger away. He did not drop it, but he hid it back in his sleeve. He took a long, deep breath. The red light in his eyes disappeared. He looked like himself again. He looked like the father Kofi used to know. The bridge was still quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet now. It was the quiet of a storm that had passed. The soldiers on both sides of the canyon were watching. They were confused. They did not understand why the King had stopped.

"Kofi," the Sun King said. His voice was not loud or angry anymore. It was soft and a little bit sad. "You were right. I was blinded by the old stories. I was blinded by the hate. I thought I was being a strong King, but I was just being a fearful man." He walked over to his son and helped him stand up. Kofi hugged his father. He was so happy that the anger was gone. He felt like he could breathe again. The Sun King looked at Tiya. He gave her a small nod. It was a nod of respect. He was saying thank you to the little girl who saved him from making a big mistake.

The Sun King then walked over to the sled. He looked at the frozen Rain King. The ice was thick and blue. It looked very cold. The Rain King was still a statue. He was trapped in a world of silence. The Sun King remembered when they were young. He remembered when they used to run through the fields together. He remembered when they were friends. He felt a warm feeling in his chest. It was the warmth of the sun. It was the warmth of true friendship. He knew what he had to do. The riddle in the cave was coming true.

He reached out his hand. He touched the ice on the Rain King’s shoulder. At first, nothing happened. The ice was very hard. But the Sun King did not let go. He closed his eyes and thought about all the good times. He thought about peace. He thought about a world where children did not have to hide in towers. He put all his love and all his warmth into his hand. The golden armor on his arm began to glow. It was a bright, golden light that looked like a summer morning.

A small sound came from the ice. It was a crack. Then another crack. The ice began to turn into water. It started to drip onto the stones of the bridge. The blue color disappeared. The frozen face of the Rain King began to change. His skin became warm again. His eyes started to move. The magic of the Sun was melting the curse of the Hate. It was a beautiful sight. The water flowed down the sled like a small river. It was the water of life. It was the answer to the mystery.

The Rain King took a big breath of air. He blinked his eyes. He looked around. He saw the bridge. He saw the armies. And then he saw the Sun King standing right in front of him. He did not reach for a sword. He did not try to run. He saw the golden light in the Sun King's eyes. He knew that the war was over. He knew that his friend had saved him. The Rain King stood up from the sled. He was a little bit shaky, but he was alive. He looked at his daughter, Tiya, and smiled. It was a big, happy smile.

The two Kings looked at each other for the first time without any anger. There were no mean words. There were no weapons. They were just two men who had almost lost everything. They realized that the children were wiser than the parents. The children knew that it is better to hold hands than to hold spears. The Sun King reached out his hand. The Rain King took it. They shook hands in the middle of the bridge. The soldiers on the hills saw this. They were shocked. Some of them started to cheer. Others dropped their shields. The feeling of hate was leaving the air.

But the story was not over yet. The Spirit of Hate was not happy. It was standing at the edge of the bridge, watching the Kings shake hands. It was turning into a very large cloud of black smoke. Its red eyes were burning with a terrible fire. It had lost its power over the Kings' hearts, but it was still very strong. It did not want to go away. It wanted to destroy everyone because it could not make them hate each other anymore. If it could not have their anger, it would have their lives.

The sky suddenly turned black. It was not the black of night. It was the black of a monster. The sun disappeared. The moon was gone. The only light came from the red eyes of the spirit. The wind began to blow very hard. It was a cold, biting wind. It was so strong that it almost knocked the children off their feet. The spirit started to scream. The sound was like a thousand wolves howling at the same time. It was a sound that made the stones of the bridge shake.

The Spirit of Hate gathered all the dark clouds in the sky. It pulled them together to create a giant storm. The clouds were spinning in a big circle right over the canyon. Lightning started to strike the ground. The lightning was not yellow. It was a dark purple color. Every time it hit the earth, it made a giant hole. The river below the bridge began to rise. The water was turning into a whirlpool. It looked like the world was falling apart. The spirit was using all its magic to create the biggest storm in history.

"You think you have won?" the Spirit hissed. Its voice was everywhere. It was in the wind. It was in the water. It was in the sky. "If you will not hate, then you will die! I will wash this bridge away! I will bury your villages under the mud! I will blow your trees into the sea! I am the Spirit of Hate, and I will not be ignored!" The storm grew bigger and bigger. The rain started to fall. It was not a gentle rain. It was a rain of heavy, black drops that felt like stones.

The soldiers on the hills were running away. They were terrified. They had never seen a storm like this. The horses were screaming and pulling at their ropes. The tents were being blown away. The world was becoming a place of chaos. The two Kings held onto each other. They tried to protect the children. They stood in the middle of the bridge, but the bridge was starting to crack. The spirit was trying to break the stone under their feet.

Kofi looked up at the giant shadow in the sky. He could see the face of the spirit in the clouds. It was a face of pure mean joy. It was enjoying the destruction. It wanted to see everyone afraid. Kofi looked at Tiya. She was holding the Blue Memory Flower, but the light was very small now. The wind was trying to blow it out. They were trapped on the bridge. The canyon was below them, and the storm was above them. There was nowhere to run.

The giant storm was now a wall of wind and water. It was moving toward the bridge like a big, dark hand. It was going to crush everything in its path. The Spirit of Hate was getting ready to give its final blow. It was gathering all its energy into a giant ball of purple lightning. It was aimed right at the center of the bridge where the Kings and the children were standing. The suspense was so high that it felt like the air was going to snap.

The world was loud with the sound of the wind and the thunder. The bridge was shaking more and more. A large piece of stone fell into the canyon. The Kings stood their ground, but they looked very small against the giant storm. The Spirit of Hate laughed one last time, a sound that promised the end of everything. The giant ball of lightning began to fall from the sky. It was coming down fast. It was the end of the peace. It was the end of the bridge. It was the end of the story of the two tribes.

What did you think about this episode?

How can the two Kings stop a giant storm made of hate?

Do you think the Blue Memory Flower has enough magic left to fight the Spirit?

Will the soldiers come back to help their Kings, or will they stay hidden?

What happens if the bridge breaks before the lightning hits?

Tell us what you think in the comments! Your ideas might be the key to stopping the storm!

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