Dungeglou walked down the icy mountains with his fellow tribesmen.
“Stop going ahead of me. Stay behind me,” said mother Angelou. “The Ketters can attack us at any moment. They are our rivals.”
“Sorry, mama. I will make sure I will not do that again,” said Fegreson.
The whole family walked down slowly before they heard a loud bombing noise!
“It’s the Ketters! Stay behind me or you may die,” yelled Dungeglou.
Everyone lined up behind their leader, Dungeglou, except for baby Dungeglou.
“Daddy, I will help you,” yelled baby Dungeglou.
A bullet came right towards Dungeglou about to hit him just before baby Dungeglou blocked it with his own mini body. He bled to death right there.
“DUNGEGLU, MY BABY!” yelled Mother Angelou as she hugged him against her chest. “How could they do that? I will take my revenge, indeed.”
“KETTERS! FACE US, YOU DEMONS! You have killed my youngest son. He was too young to die,” yelled Dungeglou as he let out a few tears.
“It is not our fault that your stupid son decided to block you. The bullet was supposed to hit you, not him,” yelled the Ketters.
A soldier from the Dungeglo tribe shot an arrow towards the leader of the Ketters. It hit him right in the shoulder.
“Haha that’s all u got?” said the Ketters.
“If that didn’t hurt you, I don’t know what will,” said Dungeglo. “You killed my youngest son, my peace.”
The Ketters slowly walked away.
“You run away! I will surely come take my revenge. Run!” yelled mother Angelou.
The mother and father suffered the death of their youngest son.
Few Hours Later:
The whole tribe of Dungeglou moaned and cried for hours just before the funeral began. They added a bell attached to Dungeglou’s coffin. In case a dead body woke up, they could ring the bell. Mother Angelou knew there was no chance he could wake up. The doctor declared that he had died. Mother Angelou couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.
“I will go to the Ketters and come back with victory!” yelled Mother Angelou.
“Angelou, this is not the best time for revenge. I understand your pain. I am his father too. However, we will defeat them when it’s appropriate timing,” said Dungeglou.
“No way! I gave birth to my child. You didn’t play any role in having him. I will rescue and avenge my baby! No one shall stop me now,” yelled Mother Angelou in a British accent.
Everyone in the Dungeglou tribe had a bit of a British accent. Their ancestors lived in England. Later on, they had moved to Antarctica, because the weather was more suitable for them.
Mother Angelou sat on her wagon and left.
“ANGELOU! The Ketters may kill you. Soldiers! Go follow Angelou. Protect her,” said Dungeglou.
The soldiers remained quiet on their spots.
“What are you people looking at? I ordered you to do something!” yelled Dungeglou.
“Sir, unfortunately I am unable to follow your command. Mother Angelou told us not to follow her. I believe she knew you would tell us to do so,” said the soldier.
“Mother Angelou is not the leader of the tribe. I am! And I decided, am deciding and will decide forever till I am alive,” said Dungeglou.
“I am sorry again, sir. She told us strictly. She said we would lose our jobs,” said the youngest soldier.
Mother Angelou, on the other hand, was dying. She was getting shot by thousands of arrows per second. She had no way of contacting her family back home. However, she never regretted it for even a second. She knew she was avenging her baby in a way.
“You evil penguins, Ketters! Stab me all you want. Know that I shall never surrender and will avenge my child before I exit your little tribe,” explained Mother Angelou.
Dungeglou began to worry more and more as time passed. What if she had been killed already?
A few minutes later, the national anthem of the Dungeglou tribe began to play.
The national anthem was played at big occasions like when someone died or exciting news came to the tribe.
Dungeglou knew nothing good would come, so he supposed it was bad news.
“Is it Angelou or is my baby alive?” wondered Dungeglou in his tight brain.
He walked out of his igloo and saw a stretcher being pulled by his brother, Dugelo.
“Brother! Dugelo! Who is on the stretcher?” yelled Dungeglou.
His brother looked at him with a sad face but ignored him.
Dungeglou ran towards Dugelo and pulled the cloth off the stretcher.
“ANGELOU! NO, THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! You were my only source of happiness. First my child and now you. Why is this happening? What did I do, God?”
A voice echoed through Dungeglou’s ear.
“O, Dungeglou. You think nothing is your fault, but it is. For a fact it is. You should have killed the Ketters as they killed your son. You should have gone with your wife to the Ketters to protect her. You should have calmed her down when she was mourning her son’s death. But you decided to be selfish and leave things up to others,” said a voice.
What voice could Dungeglou be hearing?
Dungeglou burst into tears as he held his wife’s head in his bloody hands.
“Soldiers! Let’s go to the Ketters. We will go destroy them now!” yelled Dungeglou.
The soldiers stared at each other and said, “Dungeglou, what has changed. We can get hurt though.”
“Who cares about the hurt stuff. We are going to avenge my wife and my son. Even if it is risking my own life,” said Dungeglou.
Dungeglou sat on his red wagon pulled by his servants.
He held Angelou in his arms along with his son’s dead body on the other arm. He mourned till he finally reached the Ketter’s Tribe with a hundred soldiers.
“Today is the day you will die the way my family did. I won’t kill you, Mr. Ketter. I will kill your wife and your son. You will suffer and mourn,” said Dungeglou.
“O Dungeglou! Don’t kill a poor woman and her young son. That’s a tragedy. Would you want Ketter to suffer like you did? If I was there with you now I would kill Ketter. Not his family,” said a voice.
“ANGELOU! It’s you who has been talking to me from heaven. Actually, Ketter, I will kill you. You have caused problems. Not your family. You will suffer more,” said Dungeglou.
Dungeglou pulled Angelou and his son’s body off his lap and onto the wagon’s floor and covered them up with a cloth.
“Rest in peace now. I am going for your revenge,” said Dungeglou as he hugged them both over the cloth and cried a bit.
He stood up and ran towards Ketter with an ax. Dungeglou and Ketter’s soldiers fought each other just as the two rivals did.
Dungeglou jumped up and stabbed Ketter on his stomach on his way back to the ground.
“HAYA! You will bleed to death. How dare you hurt my wife?” yelled Dungeglou.
Dungeglou stepped back with his ax and said, “Maybe if you had not hurt my family, I would have let you go. You decided to dig your own grave,” said Dungeglou.
Dungeglou chopped Ketter’s neck off with Angelou’s fancy heels that she had worn at her wedding. It was sharper than a sword.
“SUFFER! DIE, DIE, DIE!” yelled Dungeglou.
Ketter bled to death in front of Dungeglou.
Just like that Dungeglou mourned his family’s death for years but lived in peace knowing he killed the source.
