EVERNA Ring of Fire

RINGIDATU Part 1

A few days before the disaster, in Ringidatu, the capital of Swarnara…

At the age of sixteen, a girl like Nirya should be cut, stay at home and be betrothed to her future husband. This is one of the rules of customs that apply in the Kingdom of Swarnara, the second largest island country in the Antapada Peninsula, the Everna World.

Yes, Nirya is often silent in her house made of all wood and roofed pointed and sunken like buffalo horns. The difference is, it doesn't look dyed. How not, the girl who likes to dress green and orange scarf almost every day appeared in the market Ringidatu City, shopping for food ingredients and all other necessities.

“I know, I should have been pinned, ma'am,” said Nirya, responding to the babble of the market trader while smiling sweetly. “But I ‘kan the only woman in Bayunara Martial Arts College. I know ‘kan, women are more reliable in market affairs and kitchens than men.”

The mother of the vegetable peddler laughed amusedly, perhaps remembering her own family. Then he added, “Oh yes, if you do not live there, you must have been beaten, married, even too busy parenting now. Like me anyway, where could I practice martial arts?”

“What a bu, the important ‘jurus’ mother choose vegetables as fresh as this is clearly unmatched.”

“Sst, don't speak out loud, Dik Nirya. Later rivals next to the offended mother,” kelakar woman about thirty years old.

Nirya just laughed while receiving the vegetables she ordered, wrapped and neatly tied with banana leaves. Plus fruits and meat to taste in the fist, the girl then stepped quickly and began to run.

With great agility Nirya slipped on the sidelines of the crowd of market visitors. “Excuse me sir, sorry ma'am. Duh, be careful dik.”

Some people who were overtaken turned with a stifled face, immediately undo the intention of reprimanding. Most of the restores passed, as if Nirya was just a wind ago. A few people who know the reputation of this knoll-haired warrior even smile themselves.

Because, Nirya is famous for being light-handed, likes to help and help good people who are in trouble. And his services to catch criminals in Ringidatu bring a fragrant name for Bayunara College where he lives.

As if the universe supported each of Nirya's steps, passing through winding streets and buildings whose roofs pointed like buffalo horns. That said, the more the end of the roof in a building or house called “rumah gadang”, the higher the degree, position and status of the host. So no wonder the biggest house with the most roof ends in a city must be a palace and traditional houses.

Also seen the peak of Mount Barkajang from the center of Ringidatu City stands firm. As if to be a guard as well as a reminder of the fertile land in the region around this mountain which slowly developed into the capital of a large kingdom. The prosperous city nan jaya, the largest producer of produce on Swarnara Island.

While continuing to move quickly, Nirya focused her attention on the four-tipped rumah gadang at the end of the road. However, the noise stopped his steps. Nirya's premonition said, there is currently a very fierce fight. He decided to put his ears first and listen carefully.

Suddenly Nirya gasped, her eyes wide. While muttering the word, “G-guru!” he dropped his groceries, unsheathed a pair of kerambits and galloped to the college house which was also his residence.

Arriving at the doorway, Nirya gaped as if a thousand kerambit hit her heart. In front of his eyes, it appeared that some men were swarming over something or someone. Sadly, they were all standing on a pool of blood.

Nirya accidentally suffocated. All faces turned and all eyes were on the girl. Nirya's screeches disappeared instantly, changing in horror. He knew the people who were bleeding on the floor and the people who were crowding. They're all.

The students of Kerambit Bayunara College.

But, shouldn't they be here to practice? Why kill each other?

The answer to Nirya came from a moustached man who burst out from the crowd. “Wah, well, our sister Nirya has come home. How about we just send him all to accompany Teacher Panigara?”

Recognizing the always well-dressed man, Nirya exclaimed, “A-what do you mean... K-Kak Badr? Hasn't my sister been expelled from college?”

“Oh, so since the teacher kicked me out, I have no business at all here anymore, do you?” The tone of speech and the face of Badr did not seem violent. Perhaps this is what happens when a person has lost his conscience and identity, turned into a cold-blooded killer.

“Teacher Panigaralah has the right to determine that! Where's teacher!? Teacher!”

“Teacher is here, sister,” Badar said while stepping aside.

Nirya's eyes widened, her face pale instantly. Right in front of him, the teacher sat down and bowed. The middle-aged man's body rested on the wooden wall, his hands drooping. Sadly, red blood seemed to paint the walls and bathe the floor under the Panigara. The blood flowed from over a hundred pinched wounds all over the lifeless man's body.

“Teacheru!” Nirya was screaming hysterically. “You, Badr... You are all animals! The teacher has given you knowledge, but you have returned it with a treacherous stab! Worth it!?”

“Oh, certainly worth!” sahut Badr is no less harsh. “Panigara only gives us knowledge, but hinders our other goals.”

“T-what's the goal?”

“Do not pretend not to know. I once invited my brothers and sisters to join the war, supporting our king, Tanakara. Sprawl through other countries and unite Antapada, ending the inter-island war that has been going on for more than a decade. But strictly forbid. He said, college science abstinence is used to pursue personal ambitions or certain parties.”

Yes, Nirya's memories come back. At that time, Nirya refused when invited to escape from college. Even the girl complained Badr to the teacher, dismantling his plan. As a result, Badr was expelled from college and single-handedly served King Tanakara as a dark assassin and spy.

It is unexpected, Badr desperate to return to college and use vile methods. With the death of the teacher and the students who opposed him, he was free to recruit his supporting students.

Badar continued, “Ya, Nirya, you know the end of the story akini. So, you're gonna sit next to your teacher and bleed to death in a burnt-out farmhouse. This is the perfect cover story. All of you become a salvation for the struggle of the Bayunara Swordsmen to unite Antapada.”

Entering the distance of attack, Nirya swung her pair of kerambit with a gouge-like movement. But suddenly two other kerambit blades fended off the girl's attack. It turned out that the two Bayunara disciples were doing it.

As if not giving the opponent a chance to breathe, the other two students beat their flanks towards Nirya's stomach. With highly trained reflexes, the girl inched backwards. But the ends of the kerambit had scratched his clothes and skin.

Nirya could only grimace in enduring the pain. Then the following wave of stabbing-cabees hit from the left and right. Inexhaustible, Nirya dropped himself to almost fall on the floor. Then his legs swung, sweeping the legs of one of the attackers to stumble. As a result, the two apostate disciples collided with each other, stabbing each other in the body of each other.

“Ando! Janu!” shouted Badr, as if grieving the loss of the two supporters. “Brothers, attack the spoiled disciple, the pretender of the saint together!”

“Ya!” Like a pack of ferocious wolves newly released from shackles, Badr and the four traitorous men surrounded Nirya and attacked her from all directions.

Although considered the most talented student and the only one who mastered the chain twin flakes, no doubt Nirya was overwhelmed to be gangred like this. Panigara's only the highest-scientific teacher was killed, let alone this inexperienced girl.

Deathly Nirya resisted. He twirled the chain to its tip like a whirlwind, trying to escape the siege. The tip of the blade hooked Nirya had stuck in the throat of one of the students. But Badr even took advantage of the opportunity, poking Nirya's head hard with the tip of the foot loaded with deep energy.

Nirya collapsed on the floor, unable to get up again. It's like a candle being blown, the fire going out all the time. No, he doesn't want to die silly here. But Badr's sandals have been perched on his cheeks. “Ringkus and tie him!”

The other disciples swiftly bound Nirya's body tightly with a mine that was quickly retrieved from the warehouse. Then the girl's body was placed next to the teacher's body.

In the realm between being aware and not, Nirya could still see the face of the thin mustachioed swordsman staring at her with an annoying expression, triumphant.

“I-this is the manly and knightly kerambit swordsman...? Dare.. play crackle only!” sergeant Nirya, his voice is like *** something.

“We will be soldiers, and in the war everything is memorized,” replied Badr very casually. “Well, since I am a generous man, I do not kill you, but give you a kick of love.” Badar's soles then “mecium” cheeks the girl.

The other apostate disciples laughed at him.

“There is still one more gift, because your beautiful face has comforted me during my heavy days in this ‘prison’. You will accompany your teacher in the midst of the fire that grills this entire mansion. How, this is a beautiful way to face the Mahesa, right?”

Nirya's blood bubbled, her consciousness recovering. “Civilized! Goddamn you all!” The girl tried to get up, but in vain. Even now his vision was starting to blur.

“Stop yelling! Sing your death song!” A student punched Nirya's jaw until her face grew bloody and bruised.

In another corner, the disciples spilled the entire oil supply in the house all over the wooden floor of this training room. There is absolutely no gap to escape – if Nirya can do it.

Badr approached Nirya, then touched the girl with his fingertips. “Sadly, flowers as beautiful as this did not have time to be picked because it was very thorny. Unfortunately if it must burn up without rest.”

Nirya clamoring defiantly, “Cih! Better to be scorched than plucked by jackals like you! Unbind me, we fight one on one if you're a man, Badr!”

“Have known we were wolves, but we were restrained! Tell that again to the teacher when you catch up with him in the afterlife! Goodbye, Nirya!” While saying so, Badr stood away, then threw a smoldering torch into the puddle of oil in front of him.

The other disciples ignited and threw torches at each corner of the wooden house. Then all the rest of the Badr group scattered out while laughing with satisfaction.

In a bound state, Nirya could only scream out loud, asking for help. Who knows if someone passed by and saw this fire, and brought help.

However, as the minutes passed, no one came. The fire had run through the walls, burning the corpses on the floor, continuing to where Nirya was sitting next to her teacher's body. The cries for help instantly turned into desperate howls. Nirya moved her hands and feet, but her bond never loosened.

Finally, Nirya stopped screaming, her breathing becoming increasingly short of air. The girl's observant eyes grew more and more beautiful, with a blurred vision she looked at the teacher.

“I'm sorry, Guru Panigara,” said Nirya with a very hoarse voice and tears pouring out. “I'm too rash. I should have just run, not challenged those apostate disciples.”

Of course the deceased did not answer. Strangely, however, the body of the gray, blood-stained man leaned to the side and fell right between his pupils and licks of burning flames, as if to be a protective wall. The fire then ran through the body of the teacher who was still wet by the blood.

But this was only a delay, because about a minute later Nirya's back began to overheat and pain, touched by the fire from the wall.

“Sang Mahesa, if this is your will, I am ready to face you.”

In Nirya's eyes, the flames, the walls, everything was no longer clear. All colors mix, until they blend into white.

However, before everything white turned black, a form of power pulled Nirya's hand and body with a single loud jolt. Then the girl's body seemed to be carried away by the storm.

Then, Nirya felt nothing more.

Description: Kota Seribu Rumah Gadang - Padang-style city reference for Swarnara Capital, Ringidatu.