I do not remember much, but I remember falling. I remember the feel of the cold winds chaff against my skin as I descended from the sky unto the hard earth. I remember the war that drove us all to this dark path. I remember Oya. I remember holding her cold lifeless body in my arms, a patchwork of scars caused by lightning along her once beautiful skin. I sat down there and I waited to die. I wanted to die, how could I even life with myself, knowing what I had done. The moon was shining bright that night, and it cast its warm glow on me. I felt distraught and angry and most of all, I felt sadness. This was never the life I wanted, all I wanted to live happily and peacefully but Olodumare would not allow it. He cast me into this immortal coil and now I am miserable.

I don't know why I did it but I waved my hand and let the heavens pour down a shower of rain. It was something I had done a thousand times before so I expected the harsh sound of thunder and the cackle of lightning. I expected the rhythmic sound of rain hitting the earth and erupting into smaller drops. What I did not expect, however, was him. A couple of people had looked into the alleyway I had fallen in and just looked away but this boy, he showed something very uncommon in the human race Olorun and his kin created. He showed kindness. He peered into the darkness and did not feel fear but affection. He was saying something to me now but I was not listening to him, I just looked at him, trying to observe what was in this boy, that did not just allow him to see me but also his capacity for kindness. I looked in him, I observed his very being and I saw things. I knew then that Olodumare had planned this. Like mine, this boy would not have an easy path, but he could overcome. That was something he admired about this walking mounds of clay and air. They had this uncanny ability to move on from the darkest days possible. They could peer into the darkest, deepest void full of their own anger and hate and yet find the strength to look up into the brightness and warmth a new day could bring. They could hope, they could change, maybe there was more to these creatures.

The boy came to me and asked for my name, I told him. Surprisingly, he did not collapse or run away. Instead, he stayed and asked more questions. I told him. I told him everything he needed to know. While speaking to him, I could feel a stirring inside of me, my powers seemed to be awakening, the boy may not have noticed but the rain poured down with a whole new vigour and the thunder boomed louder in this skies. I was feeling my old strength return. Was the boy aware of the kind of sorcery he had at his fingertips? One that could affect a being such as me, just by mere proximity. Olodumare must have sent this boy, what was he?

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The boy reached out to me and when he did, I knew then what I had been thrown into and I gasped silently, this boy had a rough road ahead of him. When he touched me, He probably did not know this but our life forces connected. He could not only see my life but I could see him. I saw his father and his mother, I saw what truly transpired that cold night. I saw that Olodumare had been playing a long game, a very long one. I saw the boy's bro-.

Our connection broke off unexpectedly and I felt his shock, this was probably his first time. Seeing what I had seen, I knew then that he had not been sent into my path, but I had been sent into his. I knew I had to help him on his tumultuous journey. I gave him directions to someone that could help him and I gave him my sacred tools. I was still weak at the time so the stone would show him the truth, but not the whole truth, I wanted to tell him but I could feel the Ogbanje closing in, there was no time. I urged him to reach for me again and this time we established a better connection and in that one moment, I understood Odion. He was a young man who had faced pain and strife at a very young age. He was strong, though, I felt great strength in him. He also had faith in people, an honourable skill. But he lacked trust in himself and his own abilities, if left unchecked, this would later lead him to his downfall.

I felt my grip on reality slip then, I felt myself leave this plane on to the Other Side. I left a piece of my essence in Odion to guide him, until he was able to guide himself. I smiled as I slowly died, it felt like a cold embrace I had been waiting for for such a long time.

And then, the great god Sango was no more.

Finally, I breathed, I would see my Oya again.