Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Arya Hita's

"Dinda Ratri, watch Kakang's movements" the boy who had just stepped on the teenager pulled out his short sharp sword.

"Well, Kakang Rama" the little girl in front of him nodded. Makes her thick black hair sway beautifully.

The short sword Rama is very beautiful. Quick and unexpected. With a lot of deceptive moves. The game was even more enchanting with Rama's matching body movements. The sword has its own life. Move with your own consciousness. The movement stopped smoothly. The sword was perfectly pointed forward. Glow charming because it reflects the light of the morning sun.

"Great!!! What an amazing sister!!!" The little girl, Ratri, laughed happily. Her eyes blinked, adding to the cute face.

"You will also master it, Ratri." The voice from behind Ratri sounded soft.

Ratri. A jet-black haired woman smiled gently at them. His shady eyes gently swept over the two children he loved the most.

"Mother!" Simultaneously, Rama and Ratri ran over to him. Hugging tightly the body of their beloved woman.

"Here you go, let's sit down" he asked, "there's something Mother wants to say."

His two children according. They sit on the grass of the forest. The mother smiled softly, then sat down. But not directly talking. He's spreading a look. Look at each side of the forest.

He had been living in this virgin forest for several years. With his two little angels. Rama Wangi the eldest and Ratri Parvati the youngest. Life depends on the wild. Stay in caves. Tracing every inch of forest surface that has never been touched by humans. To memorize each of his faces.

A peaceful life. Make his two beloved children grow up strong and dear to nature. A simple but beautiful life. Not like his previous two lives.

He looked back at his son and daughter. Ah, they are still faithfully waiting for him. Not asking him to deliver immediately. The kids are patient.

"Rama Fragrance my son," he stared at the boy who was sturdy and handsome even though his skin was a bit black due to exposure to the sun every day. His eldest son was taking the takzim

"Ratri Parvati my daughter," he got a cute little girl. His skin is still bright even though the sun is not absent from it. The youngest daughter saluted.

"The mother decided to leave the forest next week. We're gonna live in a hut near here. The one my mother used to know." The woman took a deep breath, "and this time, we have to change the name. Change our identity. Your names after this are Arya Wira and Loka Hita. Meaning honorable men of knightly spirit and women who bring prosperity to the world. You boys like?"

Rama and Ratri nodded simultaneously. They would never mind their mother's decision.

"And the Mother will use the little name of the Mother, Alisha (which is protected)"

Rama and Ratri gasped. That's the most beautiful treasure!

Two beautiful twin swords with the best metal quality. Captivating with handles of high quality wood carved mighty bird wings and foliage. Elok with intricate geometric carvings in the center of the metal slats. Although a little, the carving made the sword so beautiful.

"That's a sword your grandparents made. Despite using that sword, you will still be unknown as Rama Wangi and Ratri Parvati." The Mother took a breath, "you can still use a three-level sword style. That move belongs to your grandmother, Ratri can definitely master it perfectly.

You can also still use the ten lighted sword style of your grandfather. Rama must be very talented with that style."

The mother looked up at the sky. Birds chirping sounding melodious among the trees of the forest. The beastly grunts occasionally filled the air.

"But, never use the study of thirteen styles. It'll break your identity." The Mother looked at the eyes of her two children alternately, "Send to Mother"

Rama and Ratri looked gently at the mother's face, then gave a definite cry.

"Don't use that study unless the good of the world and your lives are at stake. Kill anyone who knows who you are except..." The mother let out a short sigh, "Unless she can bear her burden. If your identity is exposed, you should be able to cover it up again."

"You promised?!" Press the mother

Rama and Ratri are taking the reigns

"We promise. Nature and the Power bear witness!!!" Abstain them.

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Thus, the legend of these brothers began. Rama Parvati Lagenda. Two brothers have changed their names. Arya Wira and Loka Hita.

There are many things that have not been revealed. Good of their past. Not their parents' past.

There are many things they have to face. Either the world of warriors. Political world, government. And of course, the world of love.

Hopefully, they can finish this legend well. And hopefully, there are many humans who take their wisdom from their legends....