Springs of fire Season 1

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Springs of fire Season 1

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The Island Country of Carida…


The waves of the sea bellowed and tumbled on each other; cool air wafted over the beach; the sand made imprints on the back of the two lovers as they lay in each other’s arms watching the beauty of the deep blue sea.


They had just finished a session of passionate lovemaking. They were fatigued but satiated. They enjoyed their afterglow by gazing at the raging sea.

Julia’s brown eyes clouded as her phone beeped.
‘Who’s this?’ She placed the phone against her ear.
‘The Phoenix.’ A cold tenor voice replied.
Her blood pumped; her heart danced as she realized who she was speaking with.
‘Master.’ She replied nervously. It was cool but small beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead.
‘Your next job will take you to the Republic of Dania, find Gavin Adediran and kill him. Leave no traces. Make it a neat job.’
Julia nodded to the instructions given, ‘Yes sir.’

Her lover, Delilah had been watching her face this whole time. She noticed how Julia’s face had travelled from cheerful to dark and unreadable.
‘What’s the problem honey?’ She sat up.
‘Nothing. I’m fine.’ Julia gritted her teeth. A sudden headache appeared from no where.
‘No you’re not!’ Delilah sensed something was terribly wrong.
‘Suit yourself.’ Julia rose to her feet and walked far away from the spot where they had la!d.

‘Julia!’ Delilah called her, but she shut her ears to the calls.


She didn’t want to carry out the assignment but she knew she was bound to. The Phoenix had taken her up as a child with no family and catered for her all her life.

They had cleaned her and trained her in ways one could only dream of and now it was time to put to work all she had been taught.

She had gone to the best schools and toured different countries. Julia was equally multilingual; this made her blend in almost everywhere.
She had to do this job neatly; Gavin Adediran would be reported dead in no time. She would to travel to the Republic of Dania, a neighbouring country to the Island of Carida. When she arrived there she would mingle with the people there and strike when the time was right.
Dania Republic…


‘Anything else?’ The obese bartender asked as he drummed his fingers on the table.
‘Another scotch please.’ Ore replied with a drunken grin.


‘Okay.’ He shrugged, a minute later, he returned with a bottle scotch.
Tears stung her eyes as the memories of Paul flashed through her mind. He was getting married in two weeks time; still she had not gotten over him.

‘Where are you Lord? Where are you now? She muttered and then laughed.

Ore’s parents had died early, leaving her with her younger sister, Oye who mysteriously got missing many years back. They had been taken to the orphanage by their relatives who were not willing to take up the responsibility of catering for two kids.

Her lips quivered as she remembered the horrors she had gone through in the orphanage. From the regular rape by the male staff, the starvation and to the verbal abuse; she had succeeded in leaving the orphanage at eighteen; she had given her life to Christ and everything seemed to work out well…
‘I hate him.’ she cried.

Paul had been one of the Christian brothers in her local church and they had fallen in love with each other. Everyone knew about their relationship, everyone had expected them to get married, but he had dumped her when she least expected it.

“You are too broken for me, and I don’t think I can get over the stories you told me. I can’t be with a woman who has been raped before; I can’t be with a non-virgin.”

Those were the words he had spoken to her.
All the pain from her sexual abuse she thought she had buried resurrected again; her heart bled as the painful memories returned.

She had prayed and fasted, begging God to take away those memories; praying to him to heal her, but it seemed God had abandoned her at her time of greatest need.

‘You’re just like the others…’ she whispered to God, people always walked out of her life and he had just become part of that group.
‘Me?’
She froze as she heard a man’s voice.

Her tipsiness paved a little way and she was able to see the man clearly.

‘You look unhappy, drinking won’t solve the problem; it will make the pain bigger. It will make the memories more vivid.’ He said to her.
Ore’s brows furrowed as she looked into the handsome stranger’s beautiful eyes; they were bold and obsidian; broody and neutral. She couldn’t tell what his true intentions were.

His face really did seem familiar; she had seen this man somewhere but she just couldn’t place it.

She opened her mouth to speak but words failed her.

‘Gavin Adediran.’ The stranger stretched his hand and offered her his sweetest smile.
‘Ugh?’ Her eyes grew wide as she recognized one of the youngest millionaires in Dania Republic.

‘Um…Ore.’ she stuttered and pushed the bottle of scotch away.

‘Nice name.’ He looked straight into her eyes.
Ore had heard many things about the man, she heard he was a womanizer and at the same time a Pastor, she didn’t know what to believe.
‘Can I ask you a question?’ She stuttered, the liquor was still working on her.

‘Go ahead…Ore.’ He encouraged her.

‘Are you a womanizer or a Pastor?’ she blurted out.

He chuckled for a few seconds, this lady had a sense of humour but the problems of life tried to steal that joy away.

‘I know you’re wondering why I am in a bar, but I didn’t come on my own. I was sent by someone.’ Gavin replied and he was being truthful.

‘Who?’ She arched a brow.
‘The Holy Spirit. He told me to come here. He said I will meet my destiny.’