When elders told us as children to be satisfied with what we had, to never long for what the world might not grant us, I thought it was nothing more than the old soothing the ache of their own regrets. But destiny has its curiosities. Before the tale of my transmigration, of waking in a mud-brick house in an ancient world, one must understand the story that shaped me long before I was ever born. A story of two worlds meeting Daxia and Azania; ice and fire; logic and intuition; weaponry and healing; duty and freedom.  A story of my father, Li Chen, and my mother, Botho Seriti.

The truth of the Leboa tribe's destruction was darker than whispered legends. Four kingdoms Koi, Zulu, Afrikaner, and Swati had orchestrated the massacre, fearing the tribe's strength, healing power, beauty, and genetic potential. Now, they kept the remaining Leboa women as political wives in royal households, praying for a Bahati child. A weapon in the form of a womb. Li Chen's blood ran cold. He contacted Daxia. Their response was efficient, cold, imperial: "Study her tribe. Record every genetic trait. Bring samples. Complete your assignment." His stomach churned. He was falling in love with a woman his empire saw as a specimen.


Chapter 5 - BETRAYAL IN FOUR KINGDOMS