CHAPTER VII: REBEL!
DEEP IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE.
“Korak, stop.”
The 18-year-old white jungle boy was confused, but when his best friend asked him to stop, he stopped every time. Korak trusted Mkuma’s instincts implicitly. The powerful Nagasu warrior stepped forward, grabbing his friend from behind. Korak listened but heard nothing unusual. Mkuma’s senses were better than his, but Korak knew this part of the jungle’s sounds better.
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| Korak |
Korak finally asked, “What is it, Mkuma? What is wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. We are far enough away, and I cannot wait any longer.”
“For what?”









