First part : Chapter one

The Supreme Alpha and She: the chosen one's destiny is a story that will be subdivided into two parts and each one will have an unprecise number of chapters from what led to the presence of this chapter.

Summary of the first part:

Cut from the outside world, hopeless, Ndeye was surely waiting for nothing else but her death in the hands of the monster that was the alpha of Senegal when at the time she was waiting for it the less, she and her fellow men were saved thanks to an intervention led by the Supreme Alpha himself whom will declare her as his.

Will start then by his side, a new life for Ndeye, a life filled with love, happiness but also jealousy, schemes, and... treason.

Dakar, December 2575.

Lying on the makeshift straw that served as her bed in the miserable and inhuman cell where she was being held, Ndeye Ngoye tortured her mind asking herself, once again, questions to which she could hardly have any answers if not never.

How many years had she been living in the shadows, never being able to look at the sun, let alone the moon? Four years? Six years? Eight years? Ten years? Twelve? Or maybe fifteen years... She had no idea. What was the world like outside the four walls of the cell? Of the estate? By day? By afternoon? At night? What might her life have been like if she had not been captured that day? Would she have known the pleasure of going to pre-school? An elementary school like her peers? Middle school? High school? Or maybe even a university, if not a training center? Would she have had the pleasure of enjoying a normal childhood, despite the precariousness in which her family lived? To grow and develop as any human being living in fairly good conditions could have done? How old could she be now? Ten years old? Fifteen? Twelve? Would she have been able to get by in life without her late parents? Could they have, incidentally, been buried? Or had they just rotted away in front of their poor wooden house if not better, in it?

These and other questions were the voluntary and senseless torture that Ndeye had been inflicting on herself every time she was alone since her capture. But the pain it caused her was no match for the inhuman and animal treatment she received from her monstrous torturers.

_ Are you still torturing yourself by asking those countless questions to which you will never get an answer unless you have some and that with difficulty? Ndeye Coumba, her cellmate who had just moved in next to her, asked.

_ I... It's the only way I could find to not forget my past and who I am.

_ And do you think that stirring the pot will change even the smallest detail of your present fate? Or that it will perhaps make you go back to the past? Is that what you are thinking?

_ No, I know it won't. But at least it gives me the feeling that I have a life that has been put in brackets, that has been captured, that is out of here and is just waiting for me to continue to exist. It gives me the feeling that I exist, even outside of here.

_ Do you hear yourself talking now because I don't think so? A life put in brackets! That's nonsense! Do you hear me, nonsense! This life that you think, talk about and that you cherish so much to the point of inflicting so much pain on yourself to constantly remind yourself of it, it is over. It's over and done with. More precisely, it ended, forever, the day you were captured along with many children, including me, by that monster Alpha. You need to get that through your head once and for all, my dear.

_ But and...

_ But nothing. If you ever get the chance to run away from this place or leave it and I hope that it might happen one day, it will be a new life that begins for you, and not the one you're sure you left hanging that will continue. Nothing will ever be the same again, you must understand that for your good, noting, Ndeye.

_ But how can I bring myself to do it? I cannot, will not, and must not forget my past. It is all that remains and defines me. Did you know?

_ I am not asking you to forget your past or whoever you are. No. I'm just asking you to forget the person you once were, the child you once were, because that child is dead and buried. She died on that Christmas Eve when you saw your parents die in front of your eyes and you were captured by that monster. Now there is only an empty shell. And when you can one day leave this place it will be a new person, a new Ndeye who will be born to take her place, to hatch into another existence.

_...

_ Ndeye, you know deep in you that all that I'm saying is the truth. You just have to admit it so that you will internally be free to somehow project yourself in the future.

_ You... You are right (She finally admitted).

Ndeye thus surrendered to her only friend, who, she had to admit, was right. Although she didn't know her current age, one thing was certain: she would surely be a teenager and, failing that, an adult, even if she had the physique of a nine or ten-year-old girl if she ever left this miserable place in which she was held captive and saw the light of day again. To think that when she arrived, she was a little child of barely five years old who had just lost her parents and her unborn brother or sister, and this sad mas as difficult realities came directly to approve her friend's words. Nothing was ever going to be the same for her again!

Never again!

At this thought, her heart clenched as if stabbed to its roots to the point of wanting to shed tears to externalize, to show her suffering to the world, to scream her rage to the point of losing her voice and then to let herself drown in the ocean of tears she would have created. Unfortunately, her tears had dried up, exhausted by the inhuman and animal treatment she had received since her capture and her screams, replaced by whispers of submission similar to those of cruelly and mercilessly trained wild animals.

A shell deprived of everything but suffering and above all the spark of hope, that is exactly what she had become after many years, a certainty, far from the light of day, she told herself before falling into the arms of Morpheus.