Khisa began his journey to Gondar with Prince Tadesse, Ndengu, and a handful of trusted warriors. The road stretched long and weary, winding through hills and forests, past abandoned villages still bearing the scars of past raids. They rested little, pushing forward with the urgency of men carrying the weight of a nation on their shoulders.
By the fifth day, the spires of Gondar came into view. Soldiers stationed at the outer gates recognized Prince Tadesse immediately. After a few customary checks, they were ushered through the bustling streets. Traders called out their wares, children dashed about barefoot, and the scent of roasting maize filled the air.
One of the guards, a grizzled man with a scar over one eye, approached them. "Prince Tadesse, we did not expect you back so soon," he said, bowing respectfully. His gaze lingered curiously on Khisa and Ndengu.
