Myrah RAYALD and Leon RAYALD.

After loosing both parents, are left in the care of their step mom Armella who ill-treated and abused them with profound repugne, disregarding they were orphans that needed care and help.

Armella denied them primary resources and some rights, such as freedom and financial support, to name a few.

What they did the most was slave away all day on house chores.

Suffering and hopelessness made myrah and Leon go into ill-starred criminal act's, like burglary.

they were caught in the act on an unfavorable day after they have had several successful attempts in recent days and were arrested by some dirty cops.

Armella was called to bail them, but she denied knowing them at all.

The dirty cops sold myrah and Leon to a corrupt Brazilian drug dealer and business man. Domingos cipriano Ramos. (Dcr), who owned an island called the glade.

Myrah, Leon and a few others were boarded on a ship and transported to the the island.

They deemed they were to serve as slaves or labourers, but what they encountered was worse than slavery, they were constrained to play a deadly game called the progressive annihilation.

They were used for gambling by rich men who come to the glade to expand their wealth through gambling.

There is no way to survive in this game, except if you emerge as one of five survivors out of 700 people.

How can myrah and Leon survive in this deadly game brimful of, all sorts of violence, and a plenitude of people who's violent act is as a result psychotic disorders.

THE GLADE OF.

Blood thirsty maniacs.

Hedonistic thrill seekers.

Morbid fanciers.

Killing machines...

A place where the rules of the wild apply.

Kill or be killed.

Mar or be marred.

If you are not the one doing it you will certainly die!.

NO RULES BARRED...!

CAST'S

This 'll help you imagine the cast's..

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MYRAH RAYALD...

Age ; 21

Attributes ; bravery, perseverance...

Weakness ; indecisiveness.

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LEON RAYALD...

AGE ; 17

Attributes ; Cheerfulness

Weaknesses ; Fear, indecisiveness,

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ARMELLA RAYALD... ( step-mom )....

Age ; 39

DOMINGOS CIPRIANO RAMOS...

Age ; 73..

Attention!!.....

The country where the story happened wasn't said or mentioned in this story.

I did it ,so that every reader would imagine, it all happened in his or her own country..

But the default country it happened, was Madagascar.

AND..

Some of the things written in this story, happened real.

Note ;

Don't believe all of myrah's percepts, it was hardship, and frustration that educed it.

Believe in the ones that you feel are true.

this story has tragedies, in this story, you will see myrah experience a flurry of frustrating events

,Armella denied them primary resources and some rights, such as freedom and financial support, to name a few.

What they did the most was slave away all day on house chores.

Suffering and hopelessness made myrah and Leon go into ill-starred criminal act's, like burglary.

this was how it happened

Myrah at her Father's Burial.

MYRAH.

On earth we are given a great deal of work to do, heavy burdens lies on every soul that exists.

On earth we are all fated to meet difficult occasions, frustrating situations, life threatening

ailments, and violence.

We go into furious conflicts never arid of the fear of death, to protect ourselves from dangers

and threats, or due to provocations from a fellow, we encounter many situations, conditions and

machination, that will bring only trouble and turbulence into our life.

We may in an effort to gratify our whims and craves, involve in risky and peril activities.

It is implicit to say, we would thrive at times in our lifetime, or flourish, and relish in some

condition, but it can't all be achieved sans suffering, labour, or travails, and death being the only

surety that could spare us the ordeal of it, made life more miserable.

All these certainties cited, are what causes us to experience a plethora of miserable moments in our life.

Suffering is the experience we pass through mostly, although a few good times redeem those

hard times and beclouds the actuality that life is filled with struggle and survival.

But at a time and in a way, we will still come to realize that life is full of travails, work and

suffering, than it is with pleasure, it's prevalent in the life of a cipher.

These are my percepts about life, i learned through experience and reasoning.

They all ravaged in my mind during the ceremony.

I was tranced in bewildering thoughts about life and misfortune,

I stood alone and away from the crowd, I stood under a tree, utterly oblivious and shrouded in

deep thoughts, i wasn't aware of my surroundings, negative thoughts rioted in my mind,

accompanied with pain and sorrow i couldn't bear.

I wondered why unfortunate things keep happening to me, and why life has been so cruel to me,

I believed restraining from iniquity and observing moral obligations, would inevitably ward off

adverse conditions, but all my life experiences proves being good to be a corollary of

beleaguerment, and hardship. It seemingly admitted grief and beggary,

Misfortunes and tragedies never cease to come my way, and worsens my condition at every visit.   

It hits heavy on me like karma, like it takes note of my sins and tie them all together, and brought

them all back to me.

It's arrantly aggravating for a person who has never been notorious, wicked or fickle afore, or

somebody who has participated in causing ruin on another, nor trespassed against anyone.

I've never played a part in any of these, but still i live like am reaping the evil I sowed, I live like

i once spearheaded vicious schemes, and now am being hoisted by my petard.

Having lost mom twelve years ago on account of cervical cancer, I've lost dad now in the most

painful way, he died in a car collision, and It looks to be, the most unfortunate thing that has ever

happened to me.

Misfortune, virtually happens in many ways.

They could come as failure, some may come as adversity or loss of loved one or natural

disasters, famine, or sicknesses.

There is a consensual belief that Say's.

''Every cloud has a silver linning'''

which means, there is a positive side of every sad or difficult situation.

But i beg to differ on that, they can't be a positive side in certain respect, just like in my situation.

When someone looses both parents, such a situation literally has no positive side, especially

when your parents still play a pivotal role in your life.

Their demise will only have a negative effect on you,

Now I look around and realize, there will be nobody to protect me and stand with me and for me

in times of trouble,

Nobody to smile at me and say to me, be happy, you don't own all the problems in this world.

All I see is, hustle escalating and responsibilities that am incapable of taking.

LEON

What becomes of me now, I presently have nobody to call my parent,

There is no similar situation that can be worse for a child than loosing both parents.

Until this very moment i still can't believe I could go from having parents and on the long run

become an orphan.

I fear it could reduce the height I could possibly attain in life.

Because the catalyst in my furtherance has been eliminated, my furtherance cannot be altered

anymore, and I might be left in a life of stagnation.

I kept beating my brains out about that during my father's burial ceremony, the priest was

delivering a sermon, and my mind wasn't there, his voice sounded like to me he was blabbing,

My mind kept obsessing over dad being gone and us being left in the care of our step mom

armella.

Armella never liked us, not even the blindest bit of care or love has she ever shown us, she

forcefully makes us bend to her will and threatens our life when we disobey her orders,

And now it's just me, my sister, and her.

I could remember the year 2009 vividly, the year we lost mom, dad was very lonely and sad, we

were lonely too, but not as dad was, we always felt sad seeing him alone, so myrah and I adjured

him to find a new wife, we told him that we are willing to welcome a new mother in our life.

That's when dad searched and met Armella,

When armella frequently visited my dad, her behaviour gave me the impression that she can't be

a good mother to us or to anybody.

She doesn't speak to us, she only has short and casual conversations with us and she rarely pays

attention to us.

I told myrah to make dad break up with her, but she withheld.

She knows am a pessimist, am used to thinking bad things will happen, and often times it doesn't.

She told me to give her time, and assured me Armella still want to build a relationship with us.

It never got obvious to myrah until after dad got married to Armella, then it became obvious and

needing no further proof that my prediction was right.

By then getting rid of Armella had become impossible.

And now it's us alone against her, the thought of that made shafts of fear run through me and i

kept assuming that the shape of things to come will never be in our favour.

MYRAH.

I stood out of the crowd under a tree just a few meters away from where everyone collected,

I watched my dad being buried, I gradually swung into dejection as my brother and uncle Fred,

swung the casket into the grave, cries sprode amongst the crowd, I could do nothing to keep myself from crying.

I wept sorely with bitterness, i limped to a squat and reclined to the tree near me, and coiled my

self up, drips of tears smeared all over my elbows, my throat went dry and i gulped on a dry

throat, I kept wiping my tears with my hair that was limp on my shoulders, astride my neck.

I wept and said repeatedly, ''dad don't leave us'', knowing pretty well his death is carved on

stones.

I had to be strong and blink my tears away and not cry myself into anxiety.

He has gone and he is never coming back.

Ever again.

At least I've got his son to carry me through,

The only problem is we are left destitute and am counting on his siblings to assist us.

I picked myself up and and kept forcing myself not to weep.

Leon

After dad was buried, I left the grave and made a beeling for my sister, I saw how sad and

perplexed she was, I assumed many discomforting thoughts were crowding in her mind.

I went and embraced her warmly, just to make her feel she's not alone, am here for her and will

always be.

But she wept uncontrollably and bared all her soul to me.

''I don't know if I can be strong, I miss him so much''. she cried out with so much passion.

'We can, we have each other, we will get through this.'' I encouraged her, but that didn't stop her

from lamenting.

''We are destitute, we have nothing, tell me how we are supposed to cope with that'.''

Tears kept rolling down her cheek, I brought out a hankie and gently wiped her tears,

She took the hankie from my hands and wiped her eye briskly, she crumpled the hankie,

afterwards, and threw it away.

''Don't worry about our financial capability, am sure aunt mellisa and uncle fred, will assist us

financially, I said.

'' finance isn't the only problem we have, armella have been assigned to be responsible for us'',

she said and wiped her tears repeatedly with the back of her hands.

''She will bind us to her rules and she might refuse to spend a dime on us.'' she added.

All she said were practically possible outcomes, if armella is left to care for us, she might deviate

the money's purpose, and spend it on her desires, and aunt Melissa won't support us forever, one

day we will depend on Armella's income, I just pretended that all will be well.

But I said in my mind.

We must have survive this, and survival demands we always fight for ourselves, we adapt, we

will have to make sure that the money is used on the most pressing needs.

A forecast of how things would be was born in me.

Myrah

I wiped my tears in a hustle, I descried Armella and Melissa approaching us, they seemed as

though they had something to apprise to us, I hoped it would be something that 'll redeem our

conditions.

They reached where we were.

''Children'' aunt Melissa called me and my bro.

''Don't be apprehensive of what will happen in the days ahead, considering your dad's death has

left you destitute of finance, but I've promise to provide all you need financially, and armella has

committed to taking care of you two.'' She said, casting pitiful smiles at us.

The financial support was a redeemer, but assigning armella to care for us, blemished

everything,

''I will take good care of them Melissa, I promise, they are both lovely children, and they deserve

much care.'' Armella assured Melissa.

I kept scowling at her, and her deceitful courteous behaviours, right there, she was putting up

those goodly behaviours to deceive aunt Melissa and to deceive us into thinking she has changed

her mind concerning us.

I am too much a cynic to believe she would keep to her promises, I already know she's

campaigning for this role because, money for the upkeep of our households, will always be given

to her, that would practically make her to never go penniless in her life, I just concluded in my

mind that Melissa's financial support won't be used on household upkeep and also our upkeep.

since the money will be managed by Armella, we might be left to provide financial support for Ourselves.

But I promised to never let that happen, we will always fight for our right in that house, if we want

to survive her plague.

We received condolences from other relatives, until the ceremony was over, we went home,

looking forward to what happens next.

           A week later

LEON

On a monday morning.

I woke up very weak after a sleepless night, a night full of sad thoughts and bereavement.

Myrah sat dormant on her bed with her legs straddled and her hands on her jaw, she was

bereaved of the prevailing joy she normally has every morning.

She has occasioned her mornings as time for grief.

She has replaced blissful morning activities with desolateness and stillness, she now devotes

majority of her time to distressful thoughts, worry and rumination.

That's unhealthy for a person know to be blissful and chuffed with every condition she finds

herself in.

I felt there is a need to curtail her devotedness to thoughts, because more than just sad thoughts

could be going on in her mind, she might start thinking of wrong ways of making money, or she

might get one anxiety disorder, such as clinical depression or bipolar disorder, i can never

underestimate the way thoughts flicker.

Now i miss the old her, I can't say her erstwhile behaviours were the best, but they are

preferable, than her current behaviours.

Before, she'd always wake me up with breakfast,

She'd come to my ear and shout ''wake up sleepie head,'' I would grumble and cover my ears

tight with my pillow, but she will persist on troubling me,

next thing, she will open the curtains very wide so the sunlight would wake me up, just pestering

around and making me uncomfortable.

I've asked her reasons for that, she said she normally wakes up very early in the morning and

just sits around doing nothing, and if she becomes too bored, she would wake me up to see

somebody to talk with.

But since dad passed on, she's been acting different, sometimes I miss her morning troubles, I

know it's not normal to want trouble, but sometimes you would want them to happen again, it

makes you feel your life is still normal.

What scares me the most about myrah currently is the brooding silence she keeps, I barely notice

her presence in the room, I have never known her to be a silent keeper, but now she keeps more

silence than a slug.

Her awkward silence wasn't a studied attitude, neither did she cultivate it in herself, it's all

caused by being always in trance, and beating your brains out on painful thoughts, I hated

seeing her that way, I decided to bring up a conversation to detour her from her thoughts.

I scooted leisurely, to her own bed, whilst sitting on mine, i was being careful with her, because i

doubted she'd be on speaking terms with anybody,

She looked furtively at me, as i neared her bed, I caught a look of wonder in her, she has scented

a bug was nighing, she folded her hands in preparation to what I had to say.

She had made it an inconvenient time for me to say what I had, when I finally sat beside her, I

dithered cause I lost the courage to say what I wanted.

I was forced to say something else contrary to what I really had in mind.

''you've been quiet all this while ?,'' I asked. in a smokey tone.

''Nothing, just saying my morning prayers'' she answered, she was very raw of emotions, and

looked barely attentive

''You don't look like you are praying, to me you look bereft, did you even sleep at night?.'' I

inquired.

She didn't reply, she only squinched up her brows, and it was the nearest approach to an answer

I got from her, and she kept silent.

I grabbed one of her hands out from fold, i patted it again and again I had a tactical purpose for

it, to calm her down and get answers, I laid my eyes in wait for her look, my target was to have

an eye contact with her, it's another tactical way I could use to calm her down, she quickly

glanced at me and dodged an eye contact,

I tried looking into her eye, her head kept fluttering to sides, she kept avoiding it, I gave up

seconds later, and had to prioritize dialogue.

''You don't look okay myrah, you don't eat, you don't talk to me anymore, all you do is think, talk

to me, tell if you are okay.''

I said in an alluring gesture, she took her hand away from mine.

'' go away leon, just let me be'' she lashed at me.

''Don't worry about a thing myrah, all will be well,''

''Says God.'' She replied with profound sarcasm, she couched on her bed and curled her self up,

she didn't want to hear a word from me again, the conversation lapsed after that. and bringing it

up again had become unattainable.