I get thrown on my knees. I look up. I see her. On the throne. A female warrior. With little hair like me. Her eyes look like daggers and her face was adorn with chains almost. Her skin was dark. I bite my lip. She looks incredibly scary. My head gets yanked up by my hair. Her eyes narrow. A man wrapped in clothing comes over.

His face looks extremely colorful. He wore an orange painted and white lines on his face. He wore a kind of branded snake around his neck. His stick wasn't anything like Rafiki's it was lined with feathers and round looking beetles. He touches my scar. His hands were lined with golden claws. He lifts my head up. I glare at him. 

"His eyes reflect an animal's." He says.

Yeah, no duh. I roll my eyes.

"Yet, he bears the scar." He says.

Is that bad? The queen raises an eyebrow. He slices my shoulder. I wince. Blood drips into a small bowl. What does this mean? Is this some twisted way to predict things? I've seen Rafiki do something like this but never with blood. Normally with fruit. He walks over to the throne. He bows before her. He puts some flecks of something into it. It ignites in fire. My eyes widen.

"Mola Mlezi wa Damu na Moto." He says.

The queen nods and waves her hand. They drag me up and start shoving me.