11/27/2025
PART 4: The War That Was Never Supposed to Happen
Loa vs. Shadow Court • Eclipse Hidden Ability • Oshun Ascends
The moment I declared,
“I am the bridge between realms,”
the entire house reacted like it had been waiting centuries to hear those words.
The floor glowed with ancient sigils, half golden, half ink-black, shifting, merging, clashing like two worlds fighting for space. My father’s eyes widened, and for the first time…
he looked afraid.
Not of me.
But of what I represented.
Oshun stepped forward, golden skirts moving like liquid sunlight.
“This child carries a prophecy the Shadow Court denied existed.”
My father hissed, “That prophecy was buried for a reason.”
Oshun didn’t blink.
“Buried, yes. Forgotten? Never.”
I swallowed hard.
“What prophecy?”
Neither of them answered.
Instead—
The house split down the middle.
Literally.
A jagged crack ripped across the floor, glowing with white-hot light. On one side, shadows rose like smoke-filled tornadoes. On the other, ancestor spirits formed in glowing silhouettes, warriors, healers, dancers, all chanting in rhythm with Oshun’s energy.
The war wasn’t coming.
It was here.
The Hidden Ability Awakens
My father extended his hand again, but this time it wasn’t to lure me.
It was to command me.
“Daughter… obey.”
His voice hit me like a wave, dark, hypnotic, coiling around my mind like a serpent.
I felt myself slipping…
falling inward…
drowning in shadow.
My mother screamed my name.
Oshun pressed her palm to my back.
But neither of them broke the trance.
Only I could.
Deep inside me, something ancient snapped awake,
not light,
not darkness,
but a third force:
Equalizer energy.
It surged upward, burning through the trance like fire through rope.
My eyes flashed...one gold, one red, then turned white-hot, glowing like the center of a star.
My father stumbled backward.
Oshun exhaled sharply. “So it’s true…”
The shadows bent toward me.
The Loa lights bowed.
Even the house leaned forward in silence.
“What… was that?” I whispered, shaking.
Oshun answered, “Child, you are not merely a bridge. You are a Judge.”
My father snarled, “No, she is the Eclipse. My heir!”
The word echoed:
Eclipse.
A being neither Loa nor Shadow Court.
Both.
And neither.
A walking balance of contradictions.
A force capable of ending realms, or saving them.
I could feel it now…
that energy pulsing in my bones like dual heartbeats.
The War Ignites
The Shadow Court surged first, giant shadow-creatures clawing their way through my broken doorway, their bodies twisting like smoke and bones intertwined.
Oshun lifted both hands and a river of golden water exploded outward, slicing through the shadows like sunlight through fog.
Ancestor spirits rose behind her, beating invisible drums that made the air vibrate.
My mother chanted an old hymn...her voice steady, strong and every word became a weapon.
But the shadows kept coming.
My father remained calm, standing in the center of the chaos.
“This is nothing,” he said. “A taste. The Court wants the girl alive.”
Oshun countered, “She is not yours to claim.”
“Then who will stop me?” he challenged.
Lightning cracked inside the house...REAL lightning and slammed into the Shadow Court army. Bodies of smoke split and reformed.
Someone was coming.
A heavy, storm- presence pushed through the doorway.
Shango.
The Orisha of thunder, fire, masculine power, and divine justice.
His eyes blazed like coals smoldering in a hurricane.
He pointed his double-headed axe at my father.
“You brought war to this realm. For that, the skies themselves demand judgement.”
Thunder rolled across the block.
Streetlights exploded.
Car alarms blared.
Even the shadows paused.
My father smirked.
“Justice is meaningless when the Eclipse stands with me.”
“I do NOT stand with you!” I shouted.
My father’s smile disappeared.
Shango turned to me, his presence like the weight of a planet, but strangely comforting.
“Child,” he said, “your power is the deciding force. Your choice determines who wins this war.”
My heart pounded.
Shango continued, “You carry the power to destroy the Shadow Court… or the Loa… or both.”
Oshun touched my shoulder gently.
“You must choose what you fight for. Not who.”
My father stepped closer, shadows swirling at his feet.
“You are my blood. You are destined for the throne of the Shadow Court.”
I lifted my hand, and the air itself shuddered.
“No. I’m destined for truth.”
The entire house froze.
Silence.
Stillness.
Even Shango looked stunned.
Your True Title
My father spoke slowly, voice trembling with something I had never heard before—respect.
“Then say it, Daughter. Claim what you are.”
The prophecy inside me, buried, sleeping, rose to the surface.
My voice deepened, layered with ancient tones not from this world.
“I am the Eclipse.
The bridge, the judge, and the breaker of cycles.
Where I stand
war ends.”
A shockwave blasted through the house.
All shadows disintegrated.
All ancestor spirits glowed brighter.
Oshun bowed her head.
Shango lowered his axe.
My father stared at me with a mixture of pride… and terror.
“This changes everything,” he whispered.
