THE SAGA
A saga story unravalled through our Saga events.
THE SAGA
A saga story unravalled through our Saga events.
THE SAGA
A saga story unravalled through our Saga events.
PART 1
The national park stretched below like a web, the sun bleeding out in streaks of red and
orange. On the rooftop lounge, shadows gathered with the last light. Lucien stood near the
glass railing, fingers tight around a black slender card. the kind of card that promised secrets,
but never delivered them easily.
Behind him, the murmur of the crowd blended with deep afro house beats, but Lucien heard
something else. A shift in the air, a whisper beneath the music.
Ezra approached, his expression unreadable. “They’re watching,” he said quietly.
Lucien did not answer. instead, his gaze fixed on a dark figure slipping through the crowd.
Standing there, Alaric, clutching an old key like a lifeline.
The ritual was just begining.
But tonight, nothing would be as it seemed.t
PART 1
The national park stretched below like a web, the sun bleeding out in streaks of red and orange. On the rooftop lounge, shadows gathered with the last light. Lucien stood near the glass railing, fingers tight around a black slender card, the kind of card that promised secrets, but never delivered them easily.
Behind him, the murmur of the crowd blended with deep afro house beats, but Lucien heard something else. A shift in the air, a whisper beneath the music.
Ezra approached, his expression unreadable. “They’re watching,” he said quietly.
Lucien did not answer, instead, his gaze fixed on a dark figure slipping through the crowd.
Standing there, Alaric, clutching an old key like a lifeline.
The ritual was just beginning.
But tonight, nothing would be as it seemed.
PART 2
Lucien watched Alaric pause near the far corner of the lounge, where the music softened just
enough for murmurs to pass without effort. the fading sun washed the park below in honey
light. long shadows stretching across the savannah.
From his jacket pocket, Alaric drew a small black card. No logo. No name. just a faint crest that
caught the light if you turned it just right.One by one, he placed them into waiting hands. Each recipient glanced at the card like they had been handed something more valuable than gold.
Ezra’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the same card we found in Mombasa.”
Lucien turned his drink in his hand, the glass cold against his palm. “It’s not the card,” he said. “It’s the invitation behind it.”
Across the lounge, the perfume’s scent seemed to thicken, curling through the warm air like a signal only a few could intercept.
Alaric met Lucien’s gaze at last, raised the card slightly. A silent challenge, and disappeared into the crowd.
The saga was no longer beginning, it was underway.
PART 2
Lucien watched Alaric pause near the far corner of the lounge, where the music softened just enough for whispers to pass without effort. The fading sun washed the park below in honey light, long shadows stretching across the savannah.
From his jacket pocket, Alaric drew a small black card. No logo. No name, just a faint crest that caught the light if you turned it just right.
One by one, he placed them into waiting hands. Each recipient glanced at the card like they had been handed something more valuable than gold.
Ezra’s eyes narrowed. “That’s the same card we found in Mombasa.”
Lucien turned his drink in his hand, the glass cold against his palm. “It’s not the card,” he said. “It’s the invitation behind it.”
Across the lounge, the perfume’s scent seemed to thicken, curling through the warm air like a signal only a few could intercept.
Alaric met Lucien’s gaze at last, raised the card slightly. A silent challenge, and disappeared into the crowd.
The saga was no longer beginning, it was underway.
PART 1
The national park stretched below like a web, the sun bleeding out in streaks of red and
orange. On the rooftop lounge, shadows gathered with the last light. Lucien stood near the
glass railing, fingers tight around a black slender card. the kind of card that promised secrets,
but never delivered them easily.
Behind him, the murmur of the crowd blended with deep afro house beats, but Lucien heard
something else. A shift in the air, a whisper beneath the music.
Ezra approached, his expression unreadable. “They’re watching,” he said quietly.
Lucien did not answer. instead, his gaze fixed on a dark figure slipping through the crowd.
Standing there, Alaric, clutching an old key like a lifeline.
The ritual was just begining.
But tonight, nothing would be as it seemed.t
PART 3
Seraphine arrive late, which meant every eye found her the moment she stepped onto therooftop. The sun had dipped low enough that the park below was a patchwork of shadow and glimmer.
She moved through the lounge like she owned it. her silk dress whispering against her skin, heels barely making a sound on the tiled floor.
Lucien noted the details. The single emerald at her throat, and the heavy trace of perfume lingering in her wake.
Alaric saw her too.
He slipped through the crowd, exchanged a quiet word with a man by the bar, and moments later, Seraphine had a black card in her hand. She didn’t even look at it before sliding it into her clutch.
Ezra watched the exchange. “She’s not supposed to be here,” he murmured.
Lucien didn’t answer. He was too busy studying the way Seraphine glanced toward him across the lounge. It wasn’t curiosity. It was recognition.
Somewhere behind them, the Dj shifted the music. A deeper, slower beat.
The saga was moving into its next stage.