Finding Contentus

Chapter 119: Strengthening

Gene said, It's never enough. And Genesia agreed. I should be somewhat satisfied, shouldn't I? But I'm not. Significant progress has been made. So why am I not allowing myself to enjoy the small strives we've made along the way?

Because you can't. Gene answered grimly like a shadow on the wall. We've still got so much more to do. This is only the—

Ewe, ka ietsi. He knew this was only the beginning, but what about the middle? Couldn't he just... sit and relax there for a little while without letting his boggling mind interfere? No. He couldn't. Not while he still prayed and preyed.

"Gene?" Captain Brehnt nudged him from the side. Genesia had done it again. Dozed off. Not in the sense of daydreaming, or even snoozing, but distancing. His eyes opened, looking glazed, like he was peering through the reflections of reality rather than staring at reality itself.

He turned to Brehnt's light blue eyes stoically. He kept his gaze there so that his Captain could see what he had been doing. The fading light of dusk formed a split over Genesia's face.

"Your uncle there?" Brehnt raised a brow, brushing his short pale blonde hair. Captain Haanah was resting next to him with her head on his chest.

Genesia nodded, before gazing into the waters of the Nyra river as their small fleet sailed to a border city, Hermant, in the East of Mettro, located near Kimba and Membus.

They were on route to settle an inevitable dispute, arising from Prime Pharaoh Ramela's latest law — the abolishment of slavery.

"Chaos will ensue amongst the elites from this. Curb it before it becomes an issue. Demonstrate what happens to those that dare to defy our way from Bāba's way. Teach them if you must, like your uncle taught his enemies when they refused to learn."

Genesia touched his contractual scar and replayed Ramela's words as he closed his eyes.

"Imagis."

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Awaiting him was an image of The Wise Amoar, powerfully built in his blue kente robes and black bandana around his short afro hair. They both sat across from one another in a green field during nighttime, cross-legged and glowing slightly.

"As I was saying earlier. Teaching is a give and take my boy, just as saving is," Amoar said, making the grass blades straighter as he spoke.

"You cannot teach someone who does not wish to be taught, just as you cannot save someone who does not wish to be saved. In those cases, you'll have to convince yourself to do what needs to be done, so long as you deem it fit and right, aware of the disagreements and conflicts that will follow."

"By serving them a lesson that will lessen the spread of their problems onto others." Genesia ventured, which proved to be the right voyage, seen by Amoar's nod.

"You are fortunate enough to be in the position you are with these Mettronian humans. Your father and I... asemi, they would take one look at us and either soil themselves from fear of our Godly strength, or reject the fact that we spoke reasonably, which of course, went against all the nonsense they were taught about us being unreasonable monsters."

Genesia picked some grass and fiddled with it in his hand. "You silenced them."

Amoar chuckled, reminiscing. "We could only converse with them through physicality. Verbal means did not apply to them. Except our screams and cries that they agreed with."

"If I want to clear a famished field for greener germination." Genesia began.

"Sometimes you'll have to scorch it for a healthier field to grow," Amoar said, his voice as deep as tree roots of anchoring strength.