It was silent for a second, then the surface of the pond rippled, and a head emerged. Its face was androgynous, auburn hair, grey coloured eyes that was blank but looked almost innocent. Slowly the creature moved towards them. They prepared themselves for an attack. Henry hopped he remembered all that Adofo and Ampah had taught him. The creature’s ebony coloured chest appeared. Its dark skin glistened as the sun bounced off the pellets of water that rolled down its body. The creature stopped and looked at the warriors. There was still a piece of the pig hanging from its shoulder. Henry stood behind Adofo, sweat rolled into his eyes, but he was too afraid to move, so he blinked trying to squeeze it out. The creature stepped out of the pond and stopped just outside the rippling water. The creature’s legs were that of a monkey’s, but it stood well over six feet tall. Its tail followed wiggling around in the mud, leaving a swirly path in its wake. For a second the creature and the warriors stood and looked at each other.
“What is it?” Henry asked.
“I don’t know.” Adofo said his voice a whisper. Ampah spoke but, at first only a crackling sound came out. He cleared his throat.
“I don’t know but I don’t think it wants to make friends.” He said his spear ready to be thrown. The creature raised its tail above its head like a cobra ready to strike. The hand slowly emerged from the tip of it and made a fist. Adofo motioned for his friends to form a half circle around it. The creature tilted its head back as if to roar, but cried like a grown man trapped in a grave unable to free himself. Its voice echoed through the jungle sending wild animals scampering to hide. Henry was having a hard time keeping his grip on his machete. His palms were sweating profusely.
The creature stopped crying and looked at them, and for a second it looked like it was asking for their help. Suddenly it charged, Adofo charged towards it his spear held high. Before he could throw the spear the creature flicked its tail. Adofo floated through the air and landed on some bushes, branches broke, bugs fluttered into the air as he landed. The creature turned its attention to Henry. He wanted to stand his ground, but was petrified and turned to run. Ampah saw his chance and threw his spear and the creature cried out in pain. Henry stopped and turned back to the creature. It was trying to pull the spear from its leg. Henry took a deep breath and charged but the creature flicked its tail hitting him on the shoulder. He sailed through the air and landed in a tree, he fell hitting every branch as he did, and he ended up hanging on a branch about three feet from the ground.
The creature stumbled still trying to pull the spear from its leg. Adofo charged and buried his spear in its other leg. The creature screamed and fell backwards. Ampah ran up to it, set his foot on its leg, and pulled his spear out. The creature screamed in pain and for a second it sounded like it was pleading for its life. Henry scrambled to retrieve his machete and ran over to help. He was almost to the creature when it raised its tail and took aim at Ampah. Henry dove into the air swinging his machete. He heard the creature scream as the machete sliced through its tail. Ampah had his spear in his hand; he stuck it into the creature’s chest. Adofo walked up and helped Henry to his feet.
“For a second I thought you grew wings,” he said laughing
“I was driven by fear my friend,” Henry said Ampah stood his right foot on top of the creature. The villagers stood over the lifeless beast.
“Where do you think it came from?” Henry asked. Adofo took a deep breath,
“I have no clue, but I bet the Ligaroos have something to do with it.” He said. Ampah pulled his spear from the creature’s chest. They stood over it for a second then turned and walked away. They had went about four feet when the bushes began to rustle. They turned around. The creature’s body had melted into the tall grass. They ran back to where it lay and to their surprise the creature had transformed into a human being. Ampah knelt down next to the man; his skin was as dark as midnight, his body was ropey with muscles and he had salt and pepper hair. His dark eyes were open wide with fear.
“I know him,” Ampah said, “He was on the ship with us,” Adofo bent down to get a better look at the man.
“I remember him he was taken with our parents. The Ligaroo is using the power of the Pedro Loa to create monsters of their captives.” He said and they were silent for a second.
“How do we know when it is our family that is the monsters?” Henry asked, Adofo turned to him a sad look in his eyes,
“We don’t,” he said. There was silence again then Henry spoke,
“We should bury him,” he said, Adofo and the others nodded and one by one, they set about the solemn task of burying the man.