Three years later, I sighted Ziba coming with force at the city gates of Lodebar with some Israelites army beside him this time. I was scared even as I stood on the porch looking at the chariots charging towards the gate and Mephiboseth standing beside me. Where’s your Father, Kaine! He died 4years […]
You’re Mephiboseth?? Yes I am Kaine, can I be your friend? Sure, I’ll be glad…. on one condition, Kaine cuts in… what’s that?? You will tell me stories about Isreal, have heard a lot and I want to know more especially that Soldier, David. Mephiboseth smiled….. Alright, I will. David was my father’s friend….
Ziba…….you……know I can’t take……..him, Machir shivered for the first time before me. Ziba was a bloody business man and soldier, everyone knew him to be a filthy one at that and had dirty tricks up his sleeve, ever close to the devil’s workshop, one of my Father’s main client with fifteen sons and twenty servants
Azuna, my Father’s step brother who thought the northern expedition would not be successful ran for his life after 2years of ruling with greed, brutality and lack of compassion towards the people when my Uncle Zokar returned. He wept bitterly and vowed to find Azuna and pluck out his eyes like he did to
I, Prince Kampular Kaine II writes this with my hands to all Medes and Persians, of all the things I have seen and experienced from infant to this day, making me your King. Who would have thought that the one known as Kaine, my slave self was the very prince and only son of
