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*Chapter: The Final Gate*
Iyan stood at the final gate—the gate between the living and the dead. As she approached, a tall man named Oduma stood staring at her with piercing eyes. Fear trembled in iyan chest, but she stood still.
Oduma spoke, "This gate is not like any other. It is the gate of living and death. To pass, you must fight both—the living who rejected the love, and the dead who refused peace. You must take the sword hidden within and face them both. Only then can the bond of iyango and Amoni be restored."
Iyan voice shook. "How can I fight them? I'm just a girl."
The man laughed gently and said, "You are not just a girl. You came to the witch because you believe in restoring peace. That belief makes you a great child. Do you not remember what the witch told you? You are iyanthe name of strength and purpose."
He stepped closer. "Your power is great. The only way you can be defeated is if you give up hope. But with hope, you can fight spirits and immortals. Your parents may have left you young, but your survival made you stronger."
He pointed to the gate. "This is the final gate. Behind it are the witches and wizards who tore love apart. Many great warriors failed before you, not because they were weak, but because they lost belief. Don't let it be too late."
Tears welled in iyan eyes. She fell to her knees and began to cry. The old man knelt beside her, gently placing his warm hand on her head.
"My child," he whispered, "you still have the power to fulfill this wish. Help them. Give peace to your heart, and to the world."
Iyan wiped her tears. She stood, heart heavy, but her spirit strong. The gate creaked open. The journey to restore iyango and Amoni love had truly begun.