Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 25. The Caged Soul

Anatari stood in front of his residence, tightly hugging himself amidst the cold air piercing the unprotected skin of his face. His attention was on the tightly shut gate. Black beads looking. His heart was beating expectantly. His mind floated on the person who was far away from him. His feet continued to move to the right and left sides, exploring the front porch of his residence.

Laughter is carried by the wind. "He's waiting for the man."

"You win. Tomorrow I'll give you chicken blood" said the boy

Anatari looked around him. Look for the origin of the sound that seems to float in the air and easily lost carried away by the gust of wind.

"The Princess is looking for us?" The sound of giggling is heard again.

Anatari was horrified and brave at the same time. It could be that the courage he got came from his fear.

"We're upstairs, Gusti."

Anatari walked away from the porch, stepping into the front yard covered in thin fog only to witness the pranks of two ten-year-old boys playing cranks on the roof of his residence. The two half-transparent brats floated towards him, similar to smoke carried by a gust of wind.

Anatari extended his hand into the air. "Stop!" The two spirits floated in the open air. "Don't approach me with your ugly faces. I hate him."

The two spirits nodded, their faces now looking more acceptable, although they still looked pale and flat with the blank eyes of a pitch-black bead without the light of life.

"We bet on whether Gusti Putri will come back here or not. I won a bet from him. The blood of three cemani chickens." The spirit of the girl spoke without opening her mouth.

"I don't care. Tell me how did you know I was waiting for that guy?" hatch Anatari.

"I saw him go on horseback, coming out of the main gate of Girilaya this morning. Seems to have some urgent business. He must not have come back."

"Is there someone with him?"

"He went both ...," the girl again giggled, "with her horse."

Anatari, who was not joking, gave a rough glance at the female spirit.

"Go quickly! He's gone crazy." The spirit of the boy exclaimed in panic, drifting away, plunging into the Rose garden.

The gate of the Anatari residence creaked open. Lavi squandered, hugging Anatari. "Hamba is worried about you. As Sagara brings home Ekawira's corpse, the servant continues to pray to Acintya for your safety."

Anatari broke away. "You can be relieved now. I'm doing fine. Look." Look."

Lavi sumringah found his visitation in good condition. Anatari brushed off the smile from his face, changing into an insurmountable anxiety.

"What brings you here, Lavi? As I recall, I told you to stand guard at Kertarta?"

"Hamba came by order of Yuwaraja. Sagara got a message from Yuwaraja asking the servant to look after you," explained Lavi.

Anatari's forehead wrinkled, lowered his gaze, then returned to Lavi. "Did he say something else in the message?"

"Given me, Sagara did not bring up anything else. What happened to Yuwaraja?" Lavi said the second sentence carefully.

"I don't know. He left early in the morning without telling him where he was headed. What's he asking you to look after me for?" said Anatari, gloomy.

"Yuwaraja is obviously worried about you. He doesn't want you to be alone out of his reach" Lavi wrote.

Anatari kept his own thoughts.

Lavi tailed Anatari, entering his long-term residence. Looking cheerfully around the room. "Since you go to Javacekwara, this room feels soulless and silent. But I always clean it. Just in case you come back at an unexpected time. As it is today."

Anatari stepped slowly, down every corner where he grew confined for dozens of years. The front room is intended to welcome family members who come to visit. A gold-polished teak wood partition in some parts of the carvings, it is very beautiful presenting the view of the Girilaya mountains. Behind that partition is Anatari's bedroom. A large babragan decorated with pale yellow silk mosquito nets. Some small wooden tables are used as a place to put Dyes and bonsai Wild Roses. To a Crown Princess, this residence was very small and too very simple.

Anatari fingers touch the walls made of stone temples as black as charcoal. Grief. Despondence. Disappointment. Anger. This room is the soul of Anatari Linga filled with nothingness.

Anatari's breath was stuck in his throat. Something pulled him fast.

Anatari found himself standing in a dark, vast, boundless room, confined in golden iron bars. Standing with a limp body as if it could fall at any moment. Samar heard the voice of people calling Mustika the Dragon. The longer the sounds are clear in the hearing.

"I don't want to dirty my dagger with his blood. He's just a kid anyway."

"Then wait for him to grow up. Just been murdered."

Black shadows appeared one by one, surrounding his cage of bars. Laughs. She calls herself the Caged Princess. Pointing at him who is considered crazy because he can communicate with invisible creatures. Anatari is alone, feeling intimidated by the various skewed accusations leveled at him. He lowered his head, hugging his trembling self.

"Take it."

Anatari recognized the voice, raised his head, staring flat at the smiling teenage boy behind a piece of cloth that covered half his face. Anatari approached with his hands raised, taking the stem of the Rose thrust into his confinement.

Blood splashing. The Rose was detached from Anatari's grasp. The teenage boy disappeared into the gray fog. Anatari again docked to the side of the iron cage, holding the cotton cloth back on the chest. Warm. Something kept coming out of his body. Bloods. Perih and heat felt from the incision wound that appeared instantly on his chest. The exiled Sworn Swordsman now appears to surround him. They brandished the dagger into the cage, together drawing the weapon into Anatari's body.

Anatari screamed. He hugged himself back. After a long and deafening scream, she found herself under the shade of a Wild Rose bush filled with red flowers. Beautiful and fragrant.

A hand pulled out the tendril of the plant, burning it in the air. The burning ashes that were still burning, flying, disappeared instantly as soon as they perched on Anatari's body. Anatari raised his head.

Mahesa smiled bitterly. "Sadness. Despondence. Disappointment. Anger. I feel it too. Because we're the same, Anatari." Mahesa stretched out her hand. "I will help you, avenge all your pain. I'll show you the way. Follow me."

Anatari welcomed Mahesa's hand with confidence.

"You have to believe in yourself. I'm afraid it's not the truth you get, it's a misleading lie."

Anatari looked over his shoulder. Abinawa stood with worry.

"Abinawans." Anatari spoke without a sound.

"Wrestling! Gusti Princess!" lavi exclaimed, shaking Anatari's shoulder hard.

Anatari was pushed to the point of falling. Lavi knelt in fear before his master. Anatari's breath was stingy as if he had just run for miles. He stared at the awkward expression on Lavi's face, then followed the direction of his Chief of Guard's gaze.

A white mask engraved the veins of the Rose leaf on its top that was gold in color, was within the grasp of his right hand. Anatari was fixated on the grinning expression the mask showed. Very realistic and cruel. Anatari threw the mask against the wall. However, the mask was unmoved, neither scratched nor cracked.

"Remove the thing" Anatari commanded, trembling.

"How do I get rid of it? You've been keeping it all this time."

"Keep in the usual place I keep it," Anatari snapped. Anatari's reaction was not based on annoyance, but fear.

Lavi gasped in shock, but tried to control herself. "Where is that, Gusti Putri?"

Anatari looked up from his falling position on the floor. "I .. don't know." Anatari flailed his chest, feeling full and claustrophobic. Something was about to come out in him. He ran towards the window, spewing out anything that made him uncomfortable. Only murky water came out of his mouth and something soft the size of a ping pong ball jumped out.

The curious Lavi picked up a dyed nearby. The Anatari vomit. Both of the women's eyes narrowed. It's not just plain murky water. Blood and a thick slice of red meat. The two exchanged glances, flabbergasted in disbelief, uttering together two different words.

"Black science" said Anatari

"Guna-guna," said Lavi.

The loud thumping sound accompanied Anatari's fallen body unconscious.

"Wrestling Princess! Not again!" lavi exclaimed, throwing his dyes out the window. It fell on Anatari's vomit, burning him to the ground.

"Has he healed?" ask the spirit of the boy.

"certain. As long as the man does not leave him, he will keep Gusti Putri on the right side" replied the female spirit who was now playing kanklek on top of the kedaton fortress.

"But he's gone."

"He'll be back." The female spirit stared into the distance. "Either alive or dead."

The cock crowed very long and loud, welcoming dawn on the brightly glowing eastern horizon. Lavi was still awake, sitting on the edge of the Anatari bed.

Falguni burst in, half running towards Anatari's side. "How is he doing?"

Lavi stood up for a moment, saluting him before saying, "Tabib said Gusti Putri's condition has stabilized and his body has been cleansed from the black magic that has mastered it all along."

"So it's true that my nephew has been used by someone" Falguni muttered.

"Tabib said now just waiting for Gusti Putri to wake up. The message is not to be awakened. Let Gusti Putri recover slowly," said Lavi.

A soldier facing Falguni. He gave me a small, thick roll of paper that was still tied to the hemp rope.

Namaini attacked Acarya. Janardana's headed there. Send your help.

Falguni squeezed the paper tightly. "As soon as Anatari wakes up, quickly take him to Kertarta. You go with them back to Javacekwara. Gotta hurry!"

"Has something happened, Her Majesty the Queen?"

Falguni breathed heavily. "Namaini attacked Acarya. Javacekwara has sent help. Jayaraga asked me to do the same."

"What will the great war be?"

Falguni stared at Anatari. "Your question is the thing I least want to answer." Falguni gave his word to the soldier who was still waiting faithfully. "Tell Commander Amuk Rekso to lead the army towards Acarya. And have Bantengsoka face me. It's time to prove the loyalty of the Sworn Swordsman."

The atmosphere of the Girilaya palace which was always calm and quiet, was now turned rowdy by the sound of the footsteps of thousands of soldiers. These sounds are not coming from the ground, but from the ground. That's how it is. Girilaya has a secret path under the kedaton building that resembles a shoulder blade. The path is four dpa wide which is infinite in length because it is fully connected with twists that resemble a labyrinth. This particular path was used during a precarious situation: saving Her Majesty the Queen from enemy encirclement and an exit path for the soldiers who were about to go to war.

Four stone doors are located on the bottom terrace, sliding open. From the west came a cavalry force led by Warlord Amuk Rekso who minced short and thick. The vanguard troops came out from the direction of the east gate armed with short swords, keris, and long spears. And the archers came out of the north gate. The number of archers this time doubled because of the punishment Anatari had once suggested.

Anatari opened his eyelids, Lavi who was on standby rushed over.

"You're awake" said Lavi.

Anatari lowered his legs from above the babragan, but his weak body collapsed.

"Let the servant help Gusti."

Anatari pushed Lavi away. Insist on standing by your own efforts.

"Daughter Wrestling."

"Go. Go," mess up Anatari. Despite his dismal steps, he continued to reject Lavi who wanted to help him.

The desperate Lavi instantly blocked the path of Anatari. "Hamba won't go, unless Gustri Putri kills the servant." Lavi thrust her keris.

Anatari trembled, his eyes staring at the nanar. A small crackling came out of her dry lips. His hand hesitated a bit to take the keris that Lavi offered.

"If you have to kill, then just kill" Anatari said.

Lavi was surprised Anatari was able to say that. He will be completely removed by the one who has given him life.

"Hamba willing if indeed the fate of the servant must end in the hands of Gusti Putri." Lavi closed her eyes, bringing out a grievous smile in her heart.

"Death.