The Last Omo Ogun (Son Of War)

EXT. AJILOMI FOREST – MORNING

Akin stirs.

The damp earth clings to his skin as he blinks against the sunlight filtering through the trees.

His body aches—his muscles sore from the battle against his darker self.

"Was it real?"

He touches his chest. His heart still pounds, his mind replaying the whispers, the illusions, the fight.

And then—

He feels it.

Something is different.

His skin tingles, as if a current of energy is running through him.

Then—

A faint glow pulses on his right shoulder.

Akin gasps.

The mark was not there before.

It is faint—almost invisible—but as he focuses, it shimmers beneath his skin, its pattern resembling ancient tribal symbols.

"What is this…?"

Akin pushes himself up, his head still spinning.

His mind screams for answers, but he knows one thing for certain:

He cannot return to the village like this.

Not yet.

He needs to understand what has happened to him.

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EXT. RIVERBANK – LATER THAT DAY

Akin kneels by the calm river, his reflection staring back at him.

His face is still the same.

But he feels… different.

Stronger.

More aware.

He touches the glowing mark again. As his fingers brush against it—

A sudden surge of energy pulses through his veins.

Akin's breath catches.

For a brief moment—

The world feels sharper.

The wind hums against his skin.

The distant rustling of leaves echoes like a heartbeat.

He can hear the footsteps of a small animal moving through the underbrush, the gentle flow of water against the rocks.

"What… is this?"

He clenches his fist.

There is power inside him.

Something ancient.

Something waiting to awaken.

But before he can process it—

A sound cuts through the silence.

A branch snaps.

Akin's head snaps up.

Then—

A low growl.

His blood runs cold.

Slowly, he turns.

His heart lurches.

A leopard.

It stands just a few feet away, its golden eyes locked onto him.

A predator.

A hunter.

Akin freezes.

"If I run, it will chase me. If I fight…"

The leopard lowers itself, muscles tensing.

Akin grits his teeth.

He has no weapon. No spear.

Just his bare hands.

The beast lunges.

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EXT. RIVERBANK – THE BATTLE BEGINS

Akin dives to the side.

The leopard's claws slash the air, missing him by inches.

It lands, whipping around with terrifying speed.

Akin scrambles back, his mind racing.

"Think, Akin! Think!"

The beast lunges again.

Akin reacts—

He raises his arms to block—

And then—

The mark on his shoulder flares to life.

A sudden force explodes from within him.

The leopard jerks mid-air, as if hit by an invisible wave.

It crashes into the ground, growling in confusion.

Akin stares at his hands.

"What just happened…?"

The leopard rises, shaking itself, more cautious now.

Akin feels the energy coursing through him, but he does not know how to control it.

He steadies his breathing.

The leopard circles him.

Then, without warning—

It attacks again.

Akin's instincts take over.

He sidesteps, faster than he thought possible.

His hands move on their own.

He grabs the leopard mid-lunge, twisting its body with impossible strength.

The beast yowls, hitting the ground hard.

Akin stumbles back, shocked.

"Did I just do that?"

The leopard shakes its head, dazed.

Then, instead of attacking again—

It growls lowly… and bows its head.

Akin's breath catches.

He watches in awe as the great beast lowers itself in submission.

As if acknowledging him.

His pulse pounds.

Something is happening.

Something bigger than himself.

Akin slowly steps forward.

The leopard does not flinch.

It simply watches him—its golden eyes filled with recognition.

Then, as if satisfied—

The beast turns and vanishes into the forest.

Akin exhales sharply.

He looks down at his hands.

At his glowing mark.

He does not fully understand it yet.

But one thing is clear.

He is not powerless anymore.

Something inside him has awakened.

And this—

This is only the beginning.

EXT. FOREST PATH – EVENING

Akin walks alone.

The dense forest of Ajilomi surrounds him, the rustling leaves whispering in the wind.

The mark on his shoulder still glows faintly, pulsing with a warmth he does not fully understand.

He glances at it.

"What are you?"

There is no answer.

Only silence.

He exhales and focuses ahead.

The path to the village is familiar, but tonight it feels different.

"Will they accept me back?"

He clenches his fists.

"No. They never truly accepted me in the first place."

But that doesn't matter.

He is not the same Akin who walked away in shame.

Something inside him has changed.

He will show them.

He will prove himself.

Even if he has to carve his own fate.

The village lights appear in the distance.

Akin takes a deep breath—

And steps forward.

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EXT. AJILOMI VILLAGE GATES – NIGHT

The warriors at the gate are the first to see him.

They stiffen, exchanging glances.

One of them—Juba, a seasoned warrior with scars across his face—steps forward.

JUBA

(gruff)

"You shouldn't be here, boy."

Akin meets his gaze, unflinching.

AKIN

(steadily)

"This is my home."

Juba studies him, eyes narrowing.

JUBA

"Home? The spirits rejected you. You have no place here."

Akin's jaw tightens.

AKIN

"That was before."

Juba smirks.

JUBA

"And now?"

Akin lifts his chin.

He does not answer.

Juba shakes his head, waving to the other guards.

JUBA

"Let him pass. It's not like he can change anything."

Akin walks through the gates without another word.

He can feel the stares.

The whispers.

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EXT. AJILOMI VILLAGE SQUARE – NIGHT

The village is alive with activity.

Men drink palm wine. Women prepare food. Children chase each other, laughing.

But when they see Akin—

Everything slows.

Eyes turn toward him.

Conversations pause.

A mother pulls her child closer.

A warrior crosses his arms, smirking.

Then, the murmurs begin.

VILLAGER 1

(frowning)

"Didn't he leave?"

VILLAGER 2

(whispering)

"He should have stayed gone."

VILLAGER 3

(mocking)

"The son of a warrior, yet no blessing. Tch."

Akin ignores them.

His focus is on one person.

His father.

Oba Ogunlaja stands near the elders, his powerful frame rigid.

His eyes lock onto Akin's.

For a moment, there is only silence.

Then—

OGUNLAJA

(voice cold)

"You dare return?"

Akin's fingers curl into fists.

AKIN

(quietly)

"I never left."

Ogunlaja steps forward. His presence is suffocating.

OGUNLAJA

"You are no son of mine. The spirits made that clear."

Akin's heart pounds.

The old Akin would have wilted under his father's gaze.

But not now.

AKIN

(soft, but firm)

"Then perhaps the spirits were wrong."

Gasps ripple through the crowd.

A warrior laughs.

OGUNLAJA

"Watch your tongue, boy."

Akin takes a step closer.

He does not bow.

Does not look away.

For the first time, he faces his father as an equal.

AKIN

"I faced the spirits. I survived. And I have returned stronger."

The crowd murmurs.

Some intrigued.

Others doubtful.

Ogunlaja's gaze darkens.

OGUNLAJA

(quietly)

"Prove it."

The words hang in the air.

Then, Ogunlaja nods to a warrior nearby.

Akin turns—

And sees Tade.

One of the village's strongest young warriors.

The same boy who received the blessing of strength during the ceremony.

Tade steps forward, rolling his shoulders.

TADE

(smirking)

"Let's see if your mouth matches your skill."

Akin exhales.

He has no weapon.

No divine blessing.

But he has something else.

Something new.

Something powerful.

The mark on his shoulder glows faintly.

The fight is about to begin.