Dakarun Tawaye Book 2 littafin Yaki By Mudallab

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Part I: The Clash at Lajana Peaks

Warrior Fawan and his vanguard rode at a blinding speed through the wilderness, appearing as though they were flying across the terrain. Their singular, driving ambition was to reach the Lajana Peaks as swiftly as possible to fulfill the absolute decree of Queen Juda. Suddenly, they ran completely abreast of Jidaya, who stood directly ahead of them upon her grand warhorse, panting heavily like a wild lioness.
The army halted instantly. Warrior Fawan called out to her, saying, "You there, young maiden! What is wrong with you? Are you actively seeking your demise, or are you simply a fool?"
Jidaya offered a grim smile and replied, "It is your lives that I am seeking. Will you surrender them to me peacefully, or shall I wrest them from your corpses by absolute brute force?"
Heavens! Fawan’s rage boiled over. He let out a sharp cry and commanded one of his elite cavalrymen, "Ride forward and sever her head from her shoulders!"
The soldier spurred his horse forward, charging directly at Jidaya while letting out a ferocious battle cry. As he closed the distance, he executed a powerful left-handed slashing strike. Jidaya dodged the blade with lightning-fast agility and counter-slashed with terrifying momentum.
Crack! In a single, fluid motion, she sliced both the rider and his horse completely in half, sending them straight to the afterlife.
Witnessing this supernatural feat, absolute shock gripped Warrior Fawan. Dismayed, he immediately ordered five of his finest warlords to attack her. They charged down upon Jidaya, screaming at the top of their lungs and whirling their scimitars in complex patterns. Jidaya advanced to meet them head-on. The moment they clashed, she wove seamlessly through their ranks, impaling three of the warlords in rapid succession. The remaining two pressed their assault with desperate fury, unleashing a barrage of frantic slashes. Jidaya executed a swift pirouette, followed by a devastating, broad left-handed sweep. Her blade severed the heads of both warlords simultaneously, leaving their horses to bolt frantically into the dense woods.
Jidaya unleashed a thunderous roar, pointing the tip of her blood-stained sword directly at Warrior Fawan:

"Listen to me well, man! I am Jidaya, the Mother of Rebellion! You may send every single one of your soldiers against me, but I promise you, I will send each and every one of them straight to Judgment Day!"

Hearing this ultimate defiance, Warrior Fawan thundered a command to his entire legion, ordering them to overwhelm her all at once. In that exact instant, the entire three-thousand-strong army surged forward, engulfing Jidaya. She let out a fierce guttural growl and lunged into their ranks like a localized catastrophe. She began hacking through the warriors as effortlessly as one peels hemp fibers. The sheer violence of the clash whipped up a massive, impenetrable cloud of black dust that completely obscured the battlefield. For one solid hour, nothing could be seen inside that dark haze except the rhythmic, deafening clack of colliding steel and the agonizing screams of dying men.
Slowly, the dense cloud of dust began to settle, revealing the aftermath of the slaughter. Warrior Fawan strained his eyes against the clearing air and gasped.
There stood Jidaya, isolated amidst a mountain of fresh corpses, her sword dripping heavily with dark crimson blood. She had single-handedly annihilated his entire army.

Part II: The Duel of Destinies

Furious beyond all measure, Warrior Fawan let out a bloodcurdling scream. He brandished his massive greatsword, accelerated to a sprint, and charged directly at Jidaya. She lunged forward to meet him. Just before they collided on the ground, both warriors leaped high into the air, clashing their blades mid-flight in a spectacular display of martial prowess.
For five unbroken seconds, they traded high-velocity strikes in mid-air before dropping back down to the earth simultaneously. Upon landing, they kicked up a massive cloud of dirt. They continued to unleash vicious, lethal combinations upon one another, growling and snarling like cornered lions.
In the heat of this brutal exchange, Warrior Fawan channeled his absolute maximum physical strength into a flawless, descending heavy strike. Jidaya managed to raise her weapon to parry the blow, but the raw, crushing force of Fawan's blade bypassed her guard. The edge sliced directly across Jidaya’s hand, severing her thumb cleanly off her fist.
A fountain of blood erupted from the wound. Overwhelmed by the agonizing flash of pain, Jidaya screamed and involuntarily dropped her sword. Seizing the opening, Warrior Fawan delivered a powerful front kick directly into her chest. The impact launched Jidaya into the air, sending her crashing violently into the trunk of a massive, ancient tree. The force of her body snapped the thick tree trunk in half, and it began to collapse directly toward her.
With split-second reflexes, Jidaya rolled desperately out of the way just as the timber crushed the earth. Fawan was already charging down upon her position, roaring with the intent to end her life with a single, definitive coup de grâce.
Before he could reach her, Jidaya scrambled to her feet with the speed of an electric spark. She ripped the fallen tree trunk from the earth, hoisted it over her head, and brought it crashing down onto Fawan's head. The heavy wood splintered into pieces upon impact, fracturing Fawan’s skull and causing blood to stream down his face.
Before he could recover, Jidaya scooped his massive frame up, hoisted him into the air, and slammed him violently onto the rocky ground. The impact shattered his back, leaving him completely paralyzed and unable to move a single muscle. Jidaya drove her boot firmly onto his chest, pressing the razor-sharp tip of her sword directly against his throat.
She looked down at him and said, "Hear me, champion of the world. I possess the absolute power to end your life right now, but I have no desire to do so. Our minds share the exact same thought, and our hearts harbor the exact same ambition."
Fawan parted his lips, coughing out blood as he gasped, "What kind of madness could we possibly have in common?"
Jidaya replied coldly: "REBELLION."
She continued, "Both you and I possess the hidden desire to overthrow the tyranny of Queen Juda."
She lifted her boot from his chest and helped him to his feet. Fawan took a deep, agonizing breath and reasoned, "But you must know that such an undertaking is the exact equivalent of walking directly into the arms of the Grim Reaper. Queen Juda's forces are infinite."
Jidaya looked at him firmly and replied, "I know the risks well. But I would rather face martyrdom (Shahada) in the pursuit of liberty than live a single day in humiliation. A true warrior never tolerates oppression."
Fawan sighed, "But their sheer numbers far exceed our collective strength. They are beyond anything we can calculate. You and I alone cannot accomplish this."
Jidaya stepped closer, placing her hand gently upon his shoulder, and spoke softly:

"Listen to me, man. A revolution never begins with an army. It always starts with a single, resolute soul. Slowly, that spark spreads across the land, no matter how vast or powerful the empire may be."

Jidaya's profound words pierced through Fawan's heart, dissolving his doubts. A genuine smile broke across his blood-stained face. He extended his hand to her and declared, "From this historic day forward, you and I have bound ourselves to an unbreakable covenant to wage war against this tyranny."
They clasped hands in a warrior's salute. Jidaya then looked at Fawan and asked, "Since you have served within the inner circles of Queen Juda's military, do you know of any other exceptional warriors who possess a revolutionary spirit like ours?"
Fawan nodded gravely, "I know of one. But attempting to recruit him is the exact equivalent of looking death dead in the eye. As we speak, he is locked away in absolute isolation, confined within an reinforced iron fortress built upon the volatile volcanic island of the Jush Sea."

Part III: The Tragedy of Sangaram City

Jidaya inquired, "Who is this warrior we must rescue from that desolate island, and what crimes led to his imprisonment there?"
Warrior Fawan began the tale:

"It began in Sangaram City, one of the grandest metropolises within the Jorda Kingdom, ruled by the tyrannical King Sharxa. It is a city where the Jorda elites abuse their power without restraint, utterly dehumanizing and exploiting all other ethnic groups. King Sharxa possesses a deep, pathological hatred for any tribe that does not share his bloodline, and he subjects the common people and foreign merchants to extreme cruelty.
Furthermore, the King has a demonic, sadistic son named Prince Barat. This prince is far more wicked and tyrannical than his father. Not a single day passes without Barat murdering an innocent civilian. Sexual violence has become his daily routine; it is his custom to abduct and assault up to ten women every single day. Cruelly, once he finishes defiling a woman, he murders her to ensure her silence. Prince Barat has become an absolute monster, a living nightmare in Sangaram City. Whenever he enters the public streets, the oppressed tribes know that catastrophe has arrived.
One fateful afternoon, Prince Barat rode into the residential quarters accompanied by seven of his aristocratic companions. They targeted a neighborhood populated predominantly by the Yamako tribe. The elder of this district, a respected man named Sheikh Saihun, had twin sons named Unad and Umad. These twins were exceptionally handsome, fiercely intelligent, and possessed profound mastery over the mystic arts of sorcery and combat.
Unad and Umad had a younger sister named Gori. She possessed a breathtaking, ethereal beauty that defied description. Because her beauty was so radiant, her family kept her strictly within the safety of their compound, forbidding her from venturing outside lest she fall into the predatory snares of the Jorda elites who constantly harassed the local population.
But destiny cannot be averted. As Prince Barat rode through the district, he happened to look up and spotted Gori standing upon the rooftop terrace of her family’s home, where she was hanging laundry to dry. Instantly, the Prince became utterly intoxicated by her beauty. He turned to his guard of one hundred elite soldiers and commanded, 'Go up there, seize that girl, and bring her to me!'
When Gori realized what was happening, she bolted down the stairs in terror, rushing into her father's chambers. Shaking violently with fear, she relayed the impending danger. Upon hearing her words, Sheikh Saihun burst into tears of absolute despair. He threw his arms around Gori, weeping bitterly, 'My daughter, it is over. The end has come. Today is the day of your death.'"

Fawan continued the narrative:

"Unad and Umad were resting in the adjoining chamber when they overheard their father's agonizing cries. They rushed into the room, frantically demanding to know what had occurred. Before their father could answer, the front gates were smashed open. Over one hundred armed Jorda soldiers swarmed into the courtyard, bound Gori in heavy chains, and began dragging her out into the street.
Unad and Umad let out bloodcurdling screams of rage and prepared to draw their weapons to pursue the soldiers. Seeing this, their father frantically grabbed them, holding them back with tears streaming down his face, 'No, my sons! I beg of you, have patience! This is the tragic destiny that has fallen upon your sister. Do not throw your lives away!'
Unad violently broke free from his father's grip, his eyes burning with absolute fury, and roared, 'Father, listen to me! Today, a new chapter of history will be written in blood! Because I swear by the heavens, whosoever dares to touch a single hair on my sister's head...'"

Part IV: The Fury of the Twins

Unad continued to bellow in unbridled rage:

"'Whosoever threatens the safety of my sister shall face absolute annihilation at my hands!'
Sheikh Saihun desperately opened his mouth to plead with them again, but Umad cut him off firmly, 'No, Father! Do not say another word. Just step back and watch. By the gods, no living soul on this earth will stop us today!'
Unad and Umad bolted out of the compound. The moment they stepped into the public square, they witnessed Prince Barat placing his hands roughly upon their sister Gori's shoulders, preparing to violently drag her into his carriage.
In perfect unison, the twins unleashed a thunderous, supernatural shout that echoed across the entire district: 'UNHAND OUR SISTER THIS INSTANT! IF YOU DARE TOUCH HER, WE WILL MAKE YOU REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN!'
Absolute astonishment paralyzed Prince Barat. He froze in his tracks, utterly stunned that common, impoverished citizens would dare raise their voices against his royal person. The surrounding populace was thrown into a state of sheer panic; people fled frantically into their homes, slamming their doors shut. They knew with absolute certainty that Unad and Umad had just unleashed a localized apocalypse. There was no telling how many thousands of innocent lives Prince Barat would slaughter in retaliation for this defiance.
Over ten thousand elite royal guards forming Barat's personal security detail let out a collective battle cry. They drew their weapons and charged down upon Unad and Umad like a pack of ravenous wolves. The twins calmly drew their swords, preparing for the collision.
Just before the two sides clashed, Prince Barat raised his hand and thundered, 'HALT!'
The ten thousand soldiers froze instantly. Prince Barat raised his voice, addressing the hidden populace of the neighborhood, 'Listen to me, you miserable rats! Every man, woman, old person, and child—step out of your homes this instant, or I will order my men to burn this entire district to ashes!'
Within thirty seconds, the entire population of the neighborhood stood gathered in the square, their faces pale with terror. Prince Barat scanned the trembling crowd with supreme arrogance, before locking his eyes onto Unad and Umad. He spoke with biting malice:
'Verily, it seems the supreme dignity of the Jorda tribe has waned, if worthless, degraded slaves now believe they possess the right to raise their voices at me. Look closely, you pathetic worms! Right here, in the center of this public square, before the eyes of everyone, my seven companions and I are going to defile your sister. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it except weep in your helplessness!'"

Part V: The Massacre of the Vanguard

Fawan shook his head as he recalled the climax of the tragedy:

"At that moment, Sheikh Saihun broke down completely. He collapsed forward, crawling toward Prince Barat to beg for mercy. But before he could utter a word, Umad caught his father's arm and pulled him up, saying firmly, 'No, Father! Do not degrade yourself. The ink has already dried, and the parchment of fate has been sealed. You will find no mercy in the heart of this monster. Leave everything in our hands.'
Unad turned his furious gaze back onto Prince Barat and spat, 'Listen to me, you accursed demon! Death is currently circling above us, and it will absolute claim the one whose time has expired today!'
These defiant words completely pushed Prince Barat over the edge. He unleashed a manic scream, drew his royal scimitar, and in a flash of blind rage, he drove the blade cleanly through Gori's throat, severing her head.
'NO!!!' Unad and Umad let out a synchronized, bloodcurdling scream of pure agony."

The raw shockwave of the twins' agonizing scream caused the earth to ripple, sending a wave of absolute terror through the hearts of everyone present.

In that exact instant, the twins lunged forward, charging directly at Prince Barat. The ten thousand Jorda soldiers surged inward to protect their prince, and the two forces collided violently in the center of the square.
What followed was not a battle; it was a massacre. Like a catastrophic hurricane or a localized plague, Unad and Umad tore into the center of the enemy vanguard, systematically crushing the bones of grown men. Unad fought like a rabid beast, letting out deep, guttural growls with every swing. Whenever his blade flashed in a wide arc, fifty enemy heads rolled onto the pavement simultaneously. Whenever he executed a straight thrust, his blade impaled thirty soldiers in a single line.
Beside him, Umad operated with identical, terrifying efficiency, mowing down the heads of the vanguard and shattering the limbs of anyone who drew near.
Initially, Prince Barat and his seven aristocratic companions viewed the confrontation as a joke, assuming their ten thousand soldiers would easily butcher the two boys. But as they witnessed the horrific, systematic slaughter unfolding before their eyes—watching their elite army being dismantled like straw—absolute, paralyzing terror gripped their souls.
Realizing they were completely outmatched, Prince Barat turned to his seven friends and screamed, "We need to get out of here! Retreat!"
They frantically vaulted onto their warhorses to flee, but they were far too late. Before they could even turn their mounts around, Unad and Umad materialized directly ahead of them. With a lightning-fast combination of slashes, the twins severed the heads of all eight horses simultaneously, sending Prince Barat and his companions crashing violently onto the dirt.
Scrambling backward in the dust, Prince Barat began to point his finger at the twins, his voice shaking violently as he tried to threaten them, "Do not dare lay a hand on us! If you touch me, my father will hunt you down and ensure you die a thousand deaths!"
Umad did not even blink. He raised his heavy greatsword and brought it down in a brutal arc, instantly severing the heads of three of the Prince's aristocratic companions.
Prince Barat let out a horrified shriek. Unad stepped forward, his voice booming like thunder, "You pathetic coward! Know that even if your father, King Sharxa, were standing right here beside you today, he would not possess the power to rescue your soul from our hands!"
Unad raised his blade once more and cleanly executed the remaining four noblemen, leaving only Prince Barat alive. The Prince sat frozen in fear, completely catatonic. In perfect unison, Unad and Umad raised their twin swords high above their heads and brought them down, hacking Prince Barat to pieces right there in the dirt.
The news of the brutal execution of the Crown Prince sent shockwaves through the entire Jorda Empire, completely shattering the peace of Sangaram City. King Sharxa was consumed by a manic, unbridled fury. He immediately sounded the grand war drums, mobilized his entire royal legion, and marched down upon the neighborhood where Unad and Umad resided.
However, when King Sharxa and his massive army arrived at the district, they found it completely deserted. The entire neighborhood looked as though it had been swept clean by a phantom wind; every single civilian had fled the area, knowing fully well that the King's military retaliation would be absolute and merciless.
Finding no living soul to butcher, King Sharxa unleashed a powerful roar of frustration. He turned to his generals and commanded, "Burn it all! Pour oil on every structure and burn this entire accursed district to the ground!"
Immediately, two massive Jorda executioners lit large wooden torches and hurled them onto the roof of Sheikh Saihun's compound. Like an electric flash, within the blink of an eye, the entire district was engulfed in a raging wall of fire...
[The chronicle continues in the next segment...]

Story Summary & Critical Commentary

1. Core Plot Analysis

This chapter shifts the perspective to the larger geopolitics of the rebellion, linking Jidaya's localized resistance to a broader, kingdom-wide revolution.

• The Taming of Fawan: The opening duel establishes Jidaya's tactical supremacy. Even when suffering a permanent physical injury (the loss of her thumb), her adaptive combat style allows her to weaponize her environment (the ancient tree) to defeat Fawan. Her speech highlights a core theme of the epic: revolutions do not require massive armies to begin; they require a singular, uncompromising catalyst.
• The Lore of Sangaram City: Through Fawan's exposition, the narrative introduces the classic tragic backstory of the twins, Unad and Umad. This section mirrors the inciting incident of Part I (Jidaya's confrontation over an abducted woman), emphasizing that the Jorda elites' systematic use of sexual violence and terror is the ultimate systemic flaw that will cause their empire's collapse.

• The Power Scale Escalation: The combat sequence involving the twins introduces high-fantasy elements into the story—specifically, their ability to kill 30 to 50 men with a single sword stroke. This sets up the twins as essential high-tier military assets for Jidaya's blooming rebellion.

  2. Key Characters & Motifs

• The Severed Cable & The Sworn Covenant: Just as Jidaya physically severed the bridge in Part I to destroy her enemies, in Part II she cuts through Fawan's imperial allegiance, forging an alliance based on shared ideological alignment (Tawaye).

• The Fortress of Bahar Jush: The narrative establishes a classic rescue arc. To build her revolutionary army, Jidaya must navigate a dangerous oceanic prison to liberate the twins, who are currently paying the price for their retributive execution of the Crown Prince.

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