When truth opens the door to destiny, enemies rush in to burn it down.
When truth opens the door to destiny, enemies rush in to burn it down.
Shadows of My Sister
Written by RosyWorld CRN
Episode Thirteen — The Fire of Inheritance
The Threat in the Night
The stone’s warning still echoed in Amara’s heart: “Leave the land, or join your father in the grave.” Sleep had become a stranger. Mama Grace prayed endlessly, Ngozi sharpened her vigilance, and Amara herself clutched the faded letter like a lifeline.
But Chidimma walked the village with new confidence. People whispered that she was behind the threats, but none dared confront her directly. Her smirk said it all—she was ready to fight Amara to the grave if necessary.
The Council’s Summons
Three days later, the village elders summoned Amara, Mama Grace, and Chidimma. The square was full—men with folded arms, women shaking their heads, children whispering.
Elder Okafor, the oldest, raised his staff. “This quarrel has disgraced our land long enough. Now that the letter has been revealed, the council must decide who holds the right to Madu’s inheritance.”
Amara stood quietly, her wrapper tied firm. Chidimma, in a bright red gown, lifted her chin with arrogance.
“Elders,” Chidimma began, “blood is thicker than paper. Yes, Amara may hold a letter, but I am the true daughter of this family. She is nothing but an outsider trying to steal what belongs to us.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Amara lifted the letter slowly. Her voice shook but carried strength. “I never asked for land. I never asked for inheritance. All I asked for was truth. But if the land is mine by right, then I will not let lies snatch it away.”
The crowd erupted in murmurs. The battle lines were drawn.
Madu’s Testimony
Madu stepped forward, leaning on his staff. His voice cracked, but it carried weight. “Elders, she is my daughter. I may have failed her, but she carries my blood. That land belongs to her. To deny her is to deny me.”
Chidimma sneered. “So the coward father returns, eh? After abandoning her for years, now you want to claim her? Where were you when Papa fed us? Where were you when Amara slaved for us? You are no father. You are just a shadow.”
The crowd gasped. Mama Grace slapped Chidimma hard across the face. “Ungrateful child! Must every word from your mouth drip with poison?”
But Chidimma only smiled coldly, rubbing her cheek. “Hit me all you want. It won’t change the truth—Amara does not belong here.”
The Council’s Judgment
The elders retreated briefly, then returned. Elder Okafor raised his staff once more. “We have decided. The letter is true. The testimony stands. Amara is Madu’s blood. The land belongs to her by right.”
The square erupted. Some cheered, some argued. Amara’s knees weakened, but Ngozi caught her hand, whispering, “You see? Truth never bows.”
But Chidimma’s face twisted with fury. Her voice rose above the noise. “If you give her this land, then know this—blood will flow! I will not let her take everything from me. I will destroy her before I let her win.”
The Attack
That night, while Amara sat in her room reading Papa’s letter again, the compound shook with violence. Stones crashed through windows, doors banged, voices shouted outside.
Ngozi screamed, “They’re here!”
Amara rushed out to find masked men storming the yard, carrying machetes and torches. Mama Grace cried out, clutching her chest.
One of the men shouted, “Leave the land, or tonight you die!”
Amara froze, her heart hammering. Ngozi grabbed a stick, standing in front of her. But before the men could strike, a loud gunshot cracked through the air.
The attackers scattered, dropping torches and stones. Smoke filled the compound.
When the haze cleared, Chukwudi stood at the gate, his gun still smoking, his men behind him. His face was dark with anger.
“No one touches this girl without my permission,” he thundered. “This fight is no longer between sisters—it is between me and anyone who dares defy my family.”
Amara’s breath caught. She could not tell if Chukwudi had come as savior—or as executioner.
Episode Thirteen Cliffhanger
Chidimma appeared from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with hatred and triumph.
“Good,” she whispered. “Let the real war begin.”
Amara clutched the letter tighter, her tears mixing with fear. For the first time, she realized this battle was no longer about inheritance, nor even about sisterhood.
It was about survival.
—To be continued.
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