Master Jagat Trengginas turned his body, avoiding his student’s attack. He pulled one hair and scratched it to his finger. Blood flowed and smeared the hair. “Red binder rope!” he screamed. He threw it and suddenly it turned into a red rope as thin as thread. It wrapped Lady Nagini tightly. Sawer Geni shocked. He widen his eyes, watching his lady hopeless. ‘The old man is so strong,’ he murmured. “Argh, it hurts!” Lady Nagini screamed. She felt her body tore apart. She grinned in pain. “Sawer Geni, help me!” she asked making his reverie popped. Sawer Geni jumped, appraching them. He stared at Master Jagat who’s busy pulling the rope wrapping Lady Nagini. Sawer Geni stretched out his hand, clenched it. He made an inner power and twisted his body. A red light, a clumpse of fire flew right to Master Jagat. Master Jagat quickly used his left hand, waved it, blocking Sawer Geni attack.Blar!! Blar!!A plume of smoke faded away. “Argh!” Lady N
Master Jagat Trengginas stared at the lake near waterfall. He spread his hands, spelling. Sudenly, the earth shook. Master Jagat Trengginas stood still. The earth tremors didn’t scare him. He stomped his foot on the ground. Blar!!! Blar!! Pyash!! The river was slipped open. The earth was parted. Then, he stomped his foot again few times. The dry land came up, formed a small hill. He fused his hands at the front. Blue light came from the middle. Master Jagat threw it to the dry river. Blar!! The blue light now became blue flame. “Uhuk!!” Master Jagat was re-vomitting blood. This time, it was more blood. His body was weak, and he fell. “Damn! I’ve used all of my power.” The old man breathed hard. Along with that, the earth shook once again. The tremors happened around the lake. The small hill became a hill. Master Jagat held on a big tree roots. After the tremor ends, he rose, wobbling up, grabing his sword. He wagged it in the air, reading a sealer spell.
Baskara kingdom Memories would always be remembered. It’s not that we couldn’t go forward. It’s just as a bell for reason of fight. Khandra also felt the same. After the grat battle between his maser and his senior. Khandra never met Master Jagat. He didn’t know where he left. ‘Master,’ he whispered unconsiously remembering that old white beard man. It was hot that day. Khandra wiped his sweat on his head. He closed his eyes, removing all of the memories. He looked at the field where he trained his sword. Some of his men laid down with no strength, tired, just like him. He breathed hard. He reached out for a clay jug on the table and drank from it. “Commander Khandra,” a woman called. Her voice was smooth like a lullaby. “Concubine Madhavi. What are you doing here? Where are your guards?” Khandra raise from his sit. He stood and bowed. ‘What did this hypocritical woman do here?’ He wondered. ‘You are so damn hot, Khandra,’ she whispered to herself. Her hand
The sound of horse footsteps heard on the path. Two young men rode their horses through the city square. Khandra looked at the middle, where the Queen Mother’s head started to decay let by the guards. Khandra pulled his harness, making it stopped. And Kayana stopped her horse at his side. “Damn!” She swore. “Watch your tongue! Many flies around us!” Khandra reminded his friend, watching around closely. “I don’t know how long the Queen Mother’s head will be hung like that,” he said softly. They both looked at each other and nodded. They rode their horses into a stall. “Aunty, is therea vacant room we can use? We both want to get drunk.” Kayana smiled when Aunty Berek, the owner came. Aunty Berek smiled back. “Of course. There is one in the corner. Is that okay with you? The other isn’t available,” Aunty Berek said. They all went in. Some visitors, eating at the middle, starred at them. right in, there were some doors. Khandra and Kayan went into the last door. “T
Rengganis stood so close to Khandra . the man taught Rengganis how to swing a wooden sword patiently. When Khandra taught more difficult move, she slipped. Khandra, quickly, pulled her body. The woode sword fell. She trembled, but laughed and dreathed heavily. “I’m tired, Khandra. My Gosh! I don’t think learn how to use sword is that hard,” she said and taking deep breath. “Are you okay, My Queen?” he asked. His heart’s dancing feeling Rengganis’s body in her hug. “Yes,” she answered and stood up. “Khandra, will you take me to a walk? I’m bored,” she said. “Sure. Please, My Queen.” Khandra let Rengganis walked first. She walked with her long tied up hair dancing as her smooth feet walked. Rengganis walked into a shady tree near the river. She sat on grassy land. Rengganis lied back to the tree. She looked up, watching the blue cloud up there. Her happy face faded. Her tears fell down remembering her hard life. Khandra walked approaching the q
Khandra looked around, a familiar place, a place he used to go, a place where he burnt Lady Nagini’s corpse, his senior. He looked up, the shadow of fire flashed faintly into his mind. Blaze he prepared to burn Lady Nagini. He remembered clearly when he first saw her, an elegance and beautiful woman made him amazed. Khandra was so young when Master Jagat Trengginas took him into White Eagle Dojo, the most famous dojo in the country, a dojo made best students. However, it has many mysteries. The owner always covered their faces with mask. Only certain people could see them personally. And don’t forget that there was various tests to get into it. Master Jagar Trengginas took Khandra as his student when he saw Khandra’s skill. They left the dojo to Master Jagat’s hide out. Khandra remembered exactly a very beautiful lady waving a red shawl. Her movement was as graceful as dance. Her hand swayed perfectly. Just a moment later, he found out that it wasn’t a dance, it’s swin
The late King Arka had came into the cross land, visiting Kingdom Bamantara, to meet King Arutala and Queen Sekar Ayu. According to the folklore from generation to generation, the most peaceful kingdom where its king only married to one single lady is Kingdom Bamantara. It’s neutral and had no enemy because the kingdom was so success and supplied the people with sufficient natural resources. It’s why King Arkha wanted King Arkha’s son to marry his daughter, Rengganis. Beside to forge a bond between two kingdoms, King Arkha believed that Prince Abra, the second son of Bamantara Kingdom, would look after Rengganis well, making her the only wife and queen. “Hearing good reputation of Kingdom Bamantara, I have no doubt to give my only daughter to marry Prince Abra. Be loving partner, together forever until death do you apart.” It’s one of the advice from King Arkha to King Arutala. Unfortunately, the intention of late King Arkha versed to reality. Power made Abra lost his m
When Abra had a long and hot night with Madhavi, it’s different for Rengganis, the legal heir of Baskara Kingdom. She looked simple in white clothe and trousers. Her hip’s tied with small black clothe. Without any accessory and fancy dress, Rengganis looked like a lady warrior. She had a new beginning in an unappropriate place. Rengganis stared at the flame Khandra made. Right now, she was surrounded by her knights enjoying the night full of stars. “I was having a banquet to welcome Concubine Madhavi. Eventhough I felt pain in my heart because she stole my husband’s love, I never had a thought to harm her. We were enjoying the meal, sipping tea in the cup. And I don’t know how she collapsed after drinking her tea made by my maid. Blood covered her lower body,” Rengganis said, remembering the tragic day that pulled her life upside down. “I believe it’s a conspiracy.” Aunty Berek snarled. She wiped her tears falling down to her cheek. Rengganis smilled wistfully. “Wa