The first one was born on the 1st of June 1965. He wasn’t favoured everywhere he went, he also wasn’t going to be given the family heritage even though he was the first born. The second born however, did get the favour that his older brother wanted. The dad was soon going to die, and the older brother didn’t want to be left with no money, so he hired some people to kidnap the younger one. The younger one didn’t know what happened when he was captured…
5 years earlier…
The mum was still alive when the 1st son was born, however, she didn’t even get to see the second born child. The father loved her so much that he cherished him (the second born) so he would remember her through him. This is what made the elder child angry…
Wondering through the jungle, the boy walked endlessly until he stumbled into a deep sleep. The kidnappers were practically dragging him through the forest. It was the same, until two voodoo men trapped them in a net and took them to their shrine. When they got there, the voodoo men were discussing what they were going to do with them. Later, music started playing, and the kidnappers were going to be sacrificed to their gods first. The elder one had made a run for it, not bothering to help.
The entertainment had came in between the ceremony. Dancers were put on to entertain then whilst they waited for the boy to be sacrificed. A girl, similar in age, saw him and then danced slower.
By the time that the dance was over, the people who were meant to be sacrificed had all gone in the space of 5 minutes. He was the only one left. His heart soon started to ache with fear, for he knew, that in a few seconds, he would become nothing but ashes…
It was time for his experience of being turned into the gods’ food. The celebration had started all over again, dancers were called out once again. This was his chance to escape! Quickly dashing out of the cage, he went deep into the forest, not caring about whether it was day or night.
It was a bad idea to go off in the night though, and the guards were in hot pursuit. Finally, he was ever so close to the road, the lights attracted him over to a certain fork. Since it was a voodoo jungle, he had to choose wisely. He was scared of making the wrong decision and stayed there, trying to make an educative guess.
The guards had arrived at the fork, spears in hands and swords at the ready. The boy had nowhere to run or hide to, he was doomed…

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