Carolina, a witch who had reigned terror in the land for years, had been defeated in a grueling battle with her twenty witches and five hundred demons, but she managed to escape and flee the land, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos.
After the battle, Neymar warmly welcomed Micah into his home, grateful for his crucial assistance in defeating the witch.
"This is your room," Neymar said to Micah with a warm smile, trying to show his appreciation for his help. "You can rest here till dawn and recharge."
"Thank you for your hospitality; I really appreciate it," Micah said with genuine gratitude, his eyes reflecting his exhaustion.
"You're welcome, my friend," Neymar replied. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to let me know. You're among my family now."
The room was elegantly decorated with beautiful fabrics, soft cotton, and a stunning wooden bed adorned with comfortable foam, creating a serene atmosphere perfect for rest.
"Nice place to begin with," Micah said to himself, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. "Praise be to Adonai," he whispered, closing his natural human eye, even though angels don't sleep. He closed it to discern the atmosphere spiritually, sensing the vibrations of the land.
At dawn, the whole street was buzzing with people, and the news of the events of the previous night had spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves throughout the community.
Upon hearing the news of Carolina and Bella, the witches who had bewitched lots of people in the land, that Carolina had left the town, a great sense of relief spread among the people, lifting the heavy burden of fear that had weighed them down for so long. They were overjoyed, and many even came to Neymar's house to thank him for defeating the witch, their faces beaming with gratitude.
"I wouldn't have been able to do anything without this man," Neymar said, humbly recommending Micah, his voice filled with admiration. "He is the one we should be thanking, the true hero of our story."
Neymar, though a skilled warrior, didn't possess the capacity to battle people with deadly aura like witches, wizards, demons, magicians, and other spiritual entities, but his bravery and determination had earned him a special place among the people.
However, his story was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would change the course of his life forever.
From that time on, people began to show Micah and Neymar and his household a high level of respect, acknowledging their bravery and sacrifice in defeating the witch.
As time flew quickly by, Michael began to grow into a handsome young boy, now fifteen years old, possessing great wisdom and strength beyond human understanding. His father, Neymar, and his mother, Naomi, loved him dearly, showering him with affection and guidance.
Neymar and Micah had been giving him the best training he needed – how to wield swords, throw daggers, and short axes, how to use bows and arrows, honing his skills to perfection. Although his main training in the supernatural had not started yet, till the age of eighteen, Micah was still preparing him to be able to handle the ancient book, a powerful artifact of great significance. But the aura flowing through his body was so mighty, and he had not yet understood how to control it, a challenge that would test his resolve.
Meanwhile, Neymar's newfound power had made him stronger, and his spiritual vision was now clearer, allowing him to see the spiritual realm with unprecedented clarity, a gift that would serve him well in the battles ahead.
Micah had trained him more on how to perfect his newly found strength, teaching him the intricacies of spiritual warfare and the secrets of the ancient ones.
With time, Neymar's household had grown stronger and more famous, attracting attention from far and wide, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.
However, not everyone was pleased with their progress, as there were still some who harbored envy, hatred, and disdain in their hearts for him and his son, plotting their downfall in the shadows.
Although there was peace in the land, it was a fragile trity, and it wouldn't last forever, for the forces of darkness were gathering, preparing to unleash their fury upon the world.
Kings all over the world had ambitions to expand their territories and acquire more power, many going as far as swearing allegiance to Lucifer, invoking more demons on their side, training more warriors to fight and help them conquer more lands, spreading darkness and despair wherever they went.
Desperation had driven many kings and lords to begin the practice of crossbreeding humans and demons, creating a new breed of warriors, fierce and formidable, but at what cost?
Many wicked kings and lords around Northern and Southern America, Asia, Europe, Australia, and Africa enslaved their citizens and other lands, bewitching them with fear and terror, spreading darkness and despair wherever they went, but their reign of terror would soon come to an end.
Despite the darkness, there were also good kings on earth, who ruled with wisdom and justice, and in Northern Europe, a great king ruled – 'Reymond the Great' was his name, a just and fair ruler, loved by his people.
Reymond had conquered the whole of Northern Europe, making London his capital, and his kingdom was renowned for its wealth, wisdom, and military prowess, a beacon of hope in a world torn apart by war and darkness.
Kabyle, where Neymar lived, had a strong trading relationship with Reymond's Empire, exchanging goods and services, and learning from each other's cultures, a bond that would prove significant in the battles ahead.
Reymond the Great had two wives and two sons, Clara, the first wife, and Helen, the second wife, who was a high-level witch, worshipping Lucifer himself, a dark secret that would shake the very foundations of the kingdom.
Justin and Edward were teenagers, Justin, a gentle and humble prince, loved by all, and Edward, a proud and arrogant prince, feared by many, a stark contrast between the two brothers, a tale of two princes, one chosen by the light, the other by the darkness.
Reymond was a just king, ruling with wisdom and intelligence, but darkness was eating away at his kingdom, a cancer that would soon consume them all, unless someone stopped it.
Meanwhile, in North Africa, two kings ruled, King Ben Salah and King Horus, each with their own ambitions and agendas, but their actions would have far-reaching consequences, shaping the destiny of the land and its people.
King Ben Salah's kingdom stretched from Morocco to Algeria, where Kabyle, Neymar's town, was located, and then to Tunisia, a land of rich culture and history. He made Adrar his capital, a city known for its ancient architecture and mystical energies.
Ben Salah had only two daughters, Jana, the eldest, who was fourteen years old, and Elizabeth, the younger, who was thirteen years old, both princesses with unique gifts and talents.
Their mother had been killed by a deadly illness that they couldn't heal, and they couldn't detect the cause of the illness, a tragedy that had left them scarred and vulnerable.
Ben Salah had concubines, but he didn't joke with his two daughters, showering them with love and protection, but also preparing them for the challenges ahead.
The other king, Horus, ruled from Libya to Egypt and Sudan, a land of ancient wisdom and power, and he made Alexandria his capital, a city of learning and knowledge.
Horus had three sons and two daughters, Osiris, the eldest, who was twenty years old, Miro, who was eighteen, and Kareem, who was sixteen, all princes with great potential and promise.
The first daughter, Heba, was fourteen years old, and the last daughter, Sarah, was twelve years old, both princesses with their own unique gifts and talents, but also facing challenges and dangers in a world filled with darkness and uncertainty.
Their mother, Samantha, was a wise and just queen, loved by her people, but also a target for those who sought to destroy the kingdom.
These three kings, Reymond, Ben Salah, and Horus, were allies in war campaigns and trading, their kingdoms growing stronger and more prosperous, but also facing threats from within and without, a delicate balance of power and politics, a game of kings and queens, but also a battle for the soul of the land.
On a faithful day in Kabyle, an announcement was made through letters from King Ben Salah to all the noble families to prepare their households for the Commune Township Title competition, which was about to begin, a competition that would determine the ruler of Kabyle province, a prize of great significance, but also a challenge that would test their strength, courage, and wisdom.
The Commune Township Title competition was a competition where the household who won would become the ruler of Kabyle province, a position of great power and responsibility, but also a burden that would weigh heavily on their shoulders.
Tension filled the land as each family began their preparation, each province would have to provide their rulers, but according to the king's rules, each province had their own year of organizing their own competition, now it was time for Kabyle people to organize theirs, who would be victorious this time?