On one scorching summer day, there was a man waiting in line wanting to ask Olorun and Orunmila, the Supreme God and the God of Knowledge, how he can change himself. The wait agonizing, he considered leaving due to the line being so long. Then from the front of that line, he hears, “Why can’t I get blessings and Domain?” That same question or a variation had been echoed throughout the crowd that day. The lucky few. Sadly, they didn’t get their answer in one day. 7 days.
It took 7 days for Olorun to announce that, they’ll have a competition all year. Once a month, his messager, Orunmila will announce that a few blessings will fall from the sky that day. Whoever catches it, will have domain of that nature and the power of said domain. There’s only two rules, if you catch a domain and still want to participate the next month, you can’t use said power to catch the next domain. You must hunt for it as a human would. Lastly, killing is prohibited.
Those rules were ingrained into their heads until January. The first month of the competition. Eshu waits in the bushes, the alarm went off a few minutes ago. The sky itself began to crack, the clouds formed into a hand that slowly opened its palm while encompassing all of Africa. The hand let go of a giant ball of light that slowly changed into something as small as a pebble. Eshu sat back to see how the others reacted. He thought, “This could be a test, I don’t want to possibly get a bad domain and waste my energy. Best thing I could get is the domain of crops. I wonder if someone can give away their domain? So many possibilities.”
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400 people where ready to look for the ball of light but, two stood out among them. A young royal lets out a thundering battle cry who wielded a big battle axe that nearly was the height of his own body. The boy is with another but slightly older, Ogun, who was also wielding a weapon. A masterfully made weapon whose sharpness couldn’t be understated, something similar to a machete. He went left while his brother went right. Eshu made it a priority to watch after Ogun seeming to be the bigger threat since he had less bravado than his brother yet still seemed just as dangerous as him. Ogun was covered in trinkets that seemed to be tools for uses that baffled Eshu. He still found them interesting nonetheless, he witnessed how Ogun fought his way through the crowd of people. Until he found a frail man who seemed around his age, they both rushed to fight each other.
Eshu pulled back his bow readying for the chance to strike down Ogun since he’d prefer to have blood on his hands instead of have his own be eventually spilled.
Ogun yelled, “Move out of my way! I don’t want to waste my time on you!” The frail man just stared at him and looked at him up, analyzing him.
The man spoke, “What’s your name? Mine is Babalú-Ayé. I rather remember you once I beat you, so I may repay you later.”
Ogun replied, “Huh?! What the hell are you on about? Repayment? For what? Actually, scratch that. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m Ogun. Prince of the Oyo Empire.”
Eshu thought, “This was the perfect time to shoot, but Ogun seems still full of energy so if I mess up or he deflects it then I’d get myself killed. I’ll attack him once he’s tired.”
Babalú-Ayé gets into a stance where his body is sideways, front leg bent, and back leg slightly extended. Ogun recognized this is as a Dambe fighting stance. He relaxes his grip on his weapon and smiles.