Chapter 1
Growth
Through the years, Thabisa had little time to take care of Peter, She eventually made time and was able to teach him in self control of body and mind. Peter was still young, but once he reached the age of twelve, she took full responsibility.
She did not know the amount of energy to teach and to lead her tribe, but Peter was a calm child growing up. Thabisa took the calmness of Peter and started to mold him from the mud he was found in, soft and squishable but with time mixing in the proper effort, he was molded into a fine twenty year old man.
Thabisa remembered the past, when she was young the tribe always trained children at a young age in discipline, respect, and dignity of each other both as male and female and as humans.
Thabisa remembers the classes very well, taught to be like clay, malleable, soft, built strong to be whatever the Tribe leader needs; respectable people.
But to many's dismay, some of the knowledge, precious as diamonds are, was lost and without it; the symbiotes were lost. The only common knowledge is vibration weaken the symbiotes.
"Listen well Son!" Thabisa pacing around Peter, he was in a stance of holding weights over his arms and thighs, sitting in mid air without a chair.
"First lesson before the bonds that is similar to marriage is?"
"To respect both female and symbiote!" Peter yelled out, struggling as he started to give way. Thabisa smacked the floor; Peter reacted, getting back in sitting position.
"Now, you are in a position that requires the use of the symbiote, how do you treat the situation?" Thabisa was going over the renewed tradition of each parent giving lessons to their children when taking on the responsibility of taking on a symbiote.
"with care and responsibility."
"and what should the mind set of the Host should always be aware of?" Thabisa looking at Peter with her grey eyes.
"The symbiote is ready and willing to be used. Same should go for the Host, but as good at is, it is bad that the symbiote is addicted to chemical that the brain releases, especially negative emotions, most of all the most dangerous: Anger." Peter holding strong in the sitting position, set up against the wall.
Thabisa added more weight to his arms, she walked around him as a black Klyntar appeared kneeling from both respect and weight of a thousands on his words, Thabisa turned looking down at her subject.
"My Queen, I have news reports on the request. I must request an audience with you and the elders." Thabisa turned, sharp pains of knives. her breath became short as it was the day. something she needed and wanted more then anything, better then silver, gold, pearls and even food.
"Alert the council, I need you to get ready." Thabisa left the scene as Peter, who could feel hands of anxiousness in the air, choking every ounce confidence if he does not win.
Peter stood up following his mother, stretching out the rocks and planks that became his arms. the day that he trained for years finally arrived. Peter felt the weight of elephants crawling up his back. Peter went into a room getting ready as his Mother call a short meeting with the council.
"are we sure that he is ready? this is T'challa we're speaking about."
"yes, more then ready, win or lose, he is ready." Thabisa assured the council as her scout; Fundiswa, one of Thabisa's best scouts approached the council with an idea, but Thabisa shot it down.
"I am sorry, but marrying into the Panther clan is both impossible and denied, I have already been speaking with my son's future bride." Everyone in the council looked at Thabisa confused.
"she ask to remain anonymous, and I see she is fit to be his wife, but for now, we must keep Peter out of the Panther clan." Thabisa's words started arguments that if he could steal the heart of the princess of Wakanda, she could convince her brother T'challa to relocate the whole tribe. Thabisa shook her head, it was her final decision. Peter walked in, hear only half the conversation as he did not expect anyone to be interested him, since he is both of a different race and unbounded.
Peter had grown up knowing that once King dies, a new one will be next, but without a fight, and that fight was a good chance of relocating the Tribe to a more fruitful land, filled with milk and honey, but if he could, maybe he could do this without spilling blood unnecessary. Peter started thinking how things would turn out; like would he be accepted by the princess or would he even be allowed to go near her let alone marriage.
"Peter!" Thabisa snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yes!" Peter stood attentively. His Mother gave him his ceremonial armor, he held it looking at her.
"Breath in the last of this air, because we will leave this fruitless land-permanently." Peter nodded, taking a shaky breath, reminding himself the only way to a new life is through T'challa's death. he set the golden plate on him; it was outlined in gold making a spider's fangs and legs outlined, it settled downwards to his abdomen.
Peter put the gauntlets on his wrist setting his fingers into the talons. Peter set the mouth mask over his face as the left, quickly on Thabisa's pet, they arrived deep in the forest, as Peter kept thinking how will the death played out. but he stopped thinking as he heard a voice snap him out of his thoughts.
"This Corset Is Really Uncomfortable, So Can We All Wrap This Up And Go Home-?" Shuri stopped as the Klyntar started chanting as Peter walked on the scene drawing shots of bloods boiled, teeth nashed, slurs thrown as Thabisa led her tribe on the scene.
"Y-You were banned over twenty years ago!" Zuri flabbergasted, Thabisa looked around as some whispered to each other while others yelled slurs at them.
"Keep your calm, Son. and remember that once you are King, you can give it back to him." Peter turned looking at a Man, he was wounded in left shoulder.
"Is that him? Mother." Thabisa nodded, Peter took a deep breath as he walked forward, he dropped into the water ready to fight but the two guards of the Panthers stopped him.
"are you really of royal blood?" Zuri questioned Peter.
"ye-."
"What does that matter to you? it is to the King, that we must ask." Thabisa spoke over Peter, everyone surprised at such disrespect from Thabisa.
T'challa looked at Peter; he was pale, clearly lack of sunlight. but looked like he was sculpted by devils, his forearms like strong pillars. T'challa wanted to be fair, and let everyone have a chance, and if he is as strong as Peter looked, T'challa wanted to test his metal.
"I accept."
To be continued...