Tribe Wahine is in turmoil, ripped apart by one man’s quest for power.
In a fit of vengeance, Simon LeBoeff, hunted down the members of Tribe Wahine who killed his sons and his clan brothers.
He plunged his sword into Xela, Gatherer Ina’s mate.
And won in a battle to the death against Ricci.
Thankfully, Creator of the Cisneris Tribe, Dilabi, found Mattias wounded and on the brink of death. Shaman Mist ran off to obtain herbs to heal him.
That’s how Aulani and Ysa left their fellow tribal mates to come home to their daughter, Creator Kalani Wahine, bearing the shocking news.
In the meantime, Simon found Mor Rigan since he knew he had little time until Queen Hawika hunted him down and executed him.
And Mor had a plan–to find Leia Wahine, the rightful heir to Tribe Wahine. She asked Simon to bring Leia to her.
A few things have changed at Tribe Wahine. Kanui, son of Leia Wahine and Tonai, defeated his cousin, Koa, Creator Kalani’s brother, for Master Slave.
And Kanui’s other cousin, Newlin, son of Aulani and Mor, was not happy.
Simon has searched through village after village, gathering bits and pieces about where former Creator Leia may have hidden herself all the while escaping the eye of Queen Hawika’s warriors.
Early in the wee hours of the morning, Simon speaks with an old hermit who lives underneath a waterfall. She tells him that the famed former Creator could be found at this small jungle lodge.
He hopes the elusive woman is at the haunting place for he grows tired of the wild goose chase. He is only going along with Mor’s scheme for as far as it will allow him protection. Then, hopefully, she’ll help him kill off the remainder of those murderous Tribe Wahine despots.
He’s in luck! Simon spies a wisp of Leia’s famous golden hair.
“Why do you argue with me so, Newlin? Get back to work. Now.”
Kanui is on a rant again. Newlin is so tired of his cousin’s barbaric orders. Not only is it his job to clean all the toilets and fix the disgusting plumbing, but now he’s asking him to clear out the boulders in the back to make more room for building a new playground for the Creator Heiress. There are other slaves who could do such tasks.
“But why must it always be me to do the menial work around here, Kanui? Kandor does nothing. You let him laze about while I break my back.”
“Kandor will be leaving for the palace soon. Don’t you know the queen requires his skills for training her slaves in battle? Now do as you’re told or you will be punished.”
Blah, blah, blah, Newlin wants to say. What a ridiculous excuse. Kanui obviously favors Kandor since he once was his training master. The favoritism is infuriating. But Newlin will bide his time and think of a way out of the work somehow.
A delicious smile snakes over his face as a plot tickles him. “Very well, Master Slave. I will do everything you ask.”
Kanui does not like the haughty look on Newlin’s face. He’s never trusted his cousin. The boy is too much like his mother. Kanui knows he’ll have to keep a tighter watch on him on top of all of his other duties in running such a huge compound.
“Why there you are my sweet rosy flower. You ran off again.” Runoi’s heart squeezes in delight as he gazes upon his beautiful Creator Heiress daughter.
“You know it’s not nice to make Provider Eila worry, sweet baby love.”
“But Daddy forgives his darling rosy angel.” Runoi picks up Makana. She’s been the joy of his life ever since she was born.
“Pway wif me, Daddy!”
“Oh, if only I could, baby darling, but your cousin has me on guard duty today. We are on high alert status, you know.” Runoi almost laughs at himself for talking to his daughter this way for he knows very well his little one cannot understand the danger their tribe was in.
“Oh, good Maker, how can I say no to those gorgeous blue eyes of yours. Well, it can’t be helped then, can it? Horus will just have to wait on me for a few minutes longer.”