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God King: Book 1
Chapter One At almost six feet, brown skinned, straight nosed, long black and gold dread locs and sixteen year old Zahair Nzama and his best friend Emeil sit cross legged under a tree on Zahair’s family estate playing marbles and chatting. They both live in Kingdom 3, a Kingdom that hasn’t seen a proper King in at least five years. They were under threat of being overthrown and losing their Kingdom to simply become inhabitants of another Kingdom, succumbing to their rules and ways of life. Zahair’s family estate was vast with flourishing land and cattle. They earned their money through selling or trading cattle. Both Emeil and Zahair live on separate family estates but spent most of their time together. So it was pretty common for Emeil to be hanging out with Zahair as he completed chores. Zahair developed a bond with Emeil when Emeil's parents passed away a few years ago. They became a sort of family with Emeil's grandparents and Zahair's parents.
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