CHAPTER ONE The young prince fled through the forest his pursuer hot on his heels His heartbeat thundered in his ears He couldn't give up Not this time He ducked a low-hanging branch and splashed through a muddy creek His attacker was gaining on him He could almost hear his breath on his back There Up ahead a fallen tree He jumped and His legs were pulled out from under him
He crashed to the ground Strong hands grabbed his ankles He tried to break free but his foe rolled him over and pinned him to the damp forest floor I got you this time M'Baku hissed Nowhere to run now The young prince gasped for air Okay okay he said You won This time Wanna go again M'Baku rose and extended a hand pulling his friend up with a firm grip If it hadn't been for that log the prince started brushing dirt from his linen trousers M'Baku smirked Excuses excuses I beat you fair and square T'Challa T'Challa looked up and cocked his head Don't you know it's not smart to mock your superiors M'Baku bowed low in fake sincerity Oh mighty prince please forgive me for the error of my ways I am but a lowly servant T'Challa rolled his eyes M'Baku was T'Challa's closest friend They did everything everything together sneaking out when they were supposed to be studying playing practical jokes on unsuspecting victims and sometimes venturing as far as the neighboring city even though T'Challa was supposed to have a personal guard with him at all times Like now for instance One thing he would never forget was the look on his father's face when he came home late once after being gone
for hours The whole tribe was out looking for you his father had said There are dangers in the forest T'Challa You must always be wary It was a lesson he took to heart but every now and then M'Baku egged him on daring him to break every rule the king laid out for him The forest around them was vast teeming with lush vegetation and towering trees that seemed to brush the very heavens In the distance a mountain range rose high above the clouds the midday sun glinting off its white peaks C'mon M'Baku said I'll race you to the river's edge T'Challa wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand He was tired but he couldn't let M'Baku know that He crouched low ready to sprint Go M'Baku shouted Both boys dashed through the forest trampling broken broken branches and leaping over fallen tree stumps This was when T'Challa felt most alive in the woods with his best friend finding adventure and escaping his royal duties Out here he wasn't a prince He was just a kid M'Baku passed him kicking up dirt in his path T'Challa pushed himself as hard as he could He was gaining gaining on him But M'Baku had suddenly stopped on the path T'Challa swerved at the last minute missing him by inches He bent and rested his hands on his knees winded Why'd you stop
M'Baku slowly raised his hand and pointed Look A few feet ahead of them a man lay slumped against a tree He wore a military uniform but it was one T'Challa had never seen before Is he dead M'Baku whispered T'Challa didn't answer but took a few steps forward The man had a bandage around his leg where his pants had been ripped Blood soaked it red Help he croaked out Please Help me T'Challa took another wary step He didn't know who the man was but his father always said it was his duty to help those in trouble A rustling in the bushes made them both M'Baku started What was that pause T'Challa didn't have time to answer as four figures stepped through the trees
