The Mystery Behind The Dark Water - S01 E09

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The Mystery Behind The Dark Water - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

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The Mystery Behind The Dark Water.

The underwater world was moving very fast. Jidenna felt like he was a tiny pebble inside a giant washing machine. The whirlpool was spinning around and around, and the water was making a noise like a hundred lions roaring at the same time. Jidenna held the glowing blue stone very tight against his chest. He did not want to lose the only thing that could save his village. But as he looked at the ghost of Ekene standing in the middle of the glowing city, the water started to turn dark again. The beautiful blue light was being swallowed by the black soot. It felt as if the river was crying.

Jidenna looked at the ghost. He wanted to understand why the river was so angry. He wanted to know why his life had become so scary. The ghost of Ekene did not look like a king anymore. He looked like a very sad father. He floated toward Jidenna even as the water pulled them apart. The ghost reached out his hand, and for a second, the spinning water became a little bit slower. The ghost spoke, and his voice sounded like it was coming from inside Jidenna’s own heart.

Ekene’s ghost told Jidenna that the river was not just a river. It was a mirror of the hearts of the people who lived in Omoni. He explained that the water only turns black when an injustice is done. He said that the blackness is the shadow of a crime that has been hidden for a long time. Whenever a descendant of the greedy brother Okoro does something bad to stay in power, the river turns to ink. The black water was the river’s way of saying that the truth was being buried in the mud.

"But I am a hero!" Jidenna cried out. His voice was small against the roar of the whirlpool. "I help everyone! I help my mother with the yams. I share my bread with the other children. I am not a bad person!" Jidenna felt a big lump in his throat. He did not want to be part of a scary story. He just wanted to go home and eat dinner and play in the sun. He thought that because he was a good boy, the river should be clear and happy when he was around.

The ghost shook his head slowly and sadly. His eyes were filled with ancient tears that did not fall. "Being a good boy is a wonderful thing, Jidenna," the ghost whispered. "But the river does not just see who you are today. It sees the history that lives inside you. The blood in your veins is the blood of the traitor. You are a descendant of Okoro, the brother who pushed me into the deep. You carry the legacy of the man who started the darkness."

Jidenna felt like he had been hit by a heavy stone. He was confused. "But the Outcast said I was from the line of the Water Keepers! She said I was from the line that was betrayed!"

The ghost leaned in closer. "Families are like the branches of a tree, Jidenna. They grow and they mix together. Over a hundred years, the two lines have become one. You carry the light of the victim and the shadow of the traitor at the same time. This is why you are the only one who can stop the curse. You must fix what was broken by your ancestors. You must prove that the blood of Okoro can finally be used for good instead of greed. If you do not, the darkness will win, and the river will stay black forever."

As the ghost finished speaking, Jidenna felt a sharp, stinging pain in his chest. It was right where his heart was beating. It felt like a cold needle was poking him from the inside. He looked down and saw that the birthmark on his shoulder was no longer glowing blue. It was turning a dark, smoky grey. The pain was so strong that Jidenna had to curl his body into a ball. He felt weak and very small. The river was not hugging him like a warm blanket anymore. It was starting to feel heavy and cold.

Suddenly, the whirlpool gave a giant heave. It pushed Jidenna upward with a force that made his head swim. He started to rise through the black water toward the surface. He was leaving the city of glowing stones behind. He was leaving the ghost of Ekene. He was being kicked out of the world of secrets and sent back to the world of the living. But as he looked up, he saw something that made his heart sink even more than the pain in his chest.

The surface of the river was no longer quiet. The water was splashing wildly. Through the black liquid, Jidenna could see the blurry shapes of many people standing on the bridge and along the banks. He could hear their voices, but they were not calling his name with love. They were not worried about the little boy who had fallen into the river. They were shouting in anger.

"Jidenna is the cause of our trouble!" a voice screamed from above. It sounded like one of the village elders.

"He brought the curse back to Omoni!" another person yelled. "The Chief told us the truth! Jidenna went to the Forbidden Forest and woke up the demons of the river!"

Jidenna could not believe what he was hearing. The people he had grown up with, his neighbors and his friends, were turning against him. He realized that Chief Obina must have told the villagers a terrible lie while Jidenna was under the water. The Chief had convinced everyone that Jidenna was the villain. He had told them that the black water was Jidenna’s fault.

As Jidenna got closer to the surface, he saw things falling into the water. Big, heavy stones were crashing into the river all around him. The villagers were throwing rocks and pieces of wood into the black ink. They were cursing his name. They were calling him a monster. They were calling him a bringer of death. The stones made loud, scary thuds as they hit the water, sending black foam flying into the air.

"Go away, Jidenna!" they cried. "Stay in the dark water where you belong!"

Jidenna felt a tear run down his cheek, but it was swallowed by the river. He felt so alone. He was a boy with the blood of a traitor in his veins, being hunted by people who used to be his friends. The blue stone in his hand was still glowing faintly, but the pain in his chest was getting worse. He felt like he was being pulled in two different directions. Part of him wanted to sink back down and stay with the ghost of Ekene where it was beautiful. But the other part of him knew he had to reach the surface. He had to show them the stone. He had to tell them the truth, even if they hated him.

The water pushed him higher and higher. The stones were falling faster now. One large stone missed Jidenna’s head by only an inch. The bubbles were thick and stinking. The village of Omoni was no longer a home; it was a trap. The bridge was covered with people holding lanterns and spears, waiting for him to appear. Chief Obina was standing in the middle, his face illuminated by a flickering torch. He looked like he was winning. He had turned the whole world against a little boy.

Jidenna took a deep breath of the watery air. He gripped the blue stone until his fingers hurt. He knew that as soon as his head popped above the water, the stones would start flying at him. He knew the guards would be ready with their spears. He knew the people would be screaming. But he also remembered the ghost’s words. He had to fix what was broken. He had to be the hero that his blood said he could not be.

The whirlpool reached the surface and exploded in a giant fountain of black soot. Jidenna was tossed into the air and landed on the wooden planks of the bridge with a hard crash. He lay there, coughing and gasping for breath. The air smelled like smoke and hate. He looked up and saw a circle of angry faces looking down at him. Chief Obina stepped forward, his eyes shining with a wicked light.

"Look at him!" the Chief shouted to the crowd. "The boy who ruined our river! The boy who brought the darkness! What shall we do with him?"

The villagers picked up more stones. They raised their arms, ready to throw. Jidenna tried to stand up, but his legs were shaking. He tried to show them the blue stone, but the pain in his chest was so sharp that he could hardly move his arm. He looked at the angry crowd and felt the weight of a hundred years of lies crashing down on him. The mystery had become a nightmare, and Jidenna was all alone in the middle of it.

The river roared beneath the bridge, waiting to see what would happen next. The soot was thick in the air. The stars were hidden by the black clouds. Jidenna looked at the stones in the hands of the people he loved and wondered if the truth would ever be enough to save him. The sharp pain in his chest felt like his heart was breaking into pieces. Was he a hero, or was he truly the son of a traitor?

The crowd took a step forward. The Chief smiled. The first stone was thrown.

Do you think it is fair for the river to blame Jidenna for something his ancestors did a hundred years ago?

How do you think Chief Obina was able to convince the whole village that Jidenna is the bad guy so quickly?

What do you think the sharp pain in Jidenna’s chest means? Is the curse taking over his body?

If you were Jidenna, would you try to run away again or would you stay and fight to show them the blue stone?

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