Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Chandra Maitra

...When a secret is revealed, there are always two options. Refuse or accept. Both will not change reality. Both can change the heart....

"When I returned from Nala Pura, my mother was already holding me. The late father never knew this." Chandra Maitra smiled at his two half-brothers.

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Nala Pura, a dozen years ago...

The night is not perfect yet. Morning and sunshine are yet to come. The darkness still decorated the sky. Below him, the sound of one-two birds chirping could be heard. Dew soaks leaves, twigs, and fruit. Some of the night beasts have returned to the nest.

"You sure you're going, Dhiajeng Kemala? It's only the third night after your wedding."

"Sure, Yunda Queen Erina."

"I told you, don't call me Queen Erina. Just call Ayu, like Dhiajeng Arum called me."

"Sorry, Yunda Ayu." He took a long breath. "Anyway, I have to go back to where I came from. I can still accept Kanda Satya as a swordsman. But, accept Kanda as a prabu in the great kingdom..."

Silent. Without words, the two of them could understand. And sometimes, in this world, many things can be understood without words. Speechless. Enough in silence.

"In addition, I'm not sure about Kanda's other wives. I'm sorry, Yunda. I don't mean to vilify these royal concubines."

"You're right, Dhiajeng. Not all concubines are like Dhiajeng Arum. Respect, succumb, but remain firm. There was a lot of jealousy, competition, disappointment, even treason and cunning behind the title and position as a prabu wife."

Both are silent. The sound of chirping is growing. The dawn was beginning to be seen in the eastern sky. Kemala has great respect for Ayu Gantari. Aside from being a royal consort, his elder brother was a good swordsman. At least, that's what the hearts felt for two days of getting to know each other. The late father said, Kemala has a very rare special ability. Recognize the goodness, which is directed at him, from one's heart.

"Dhiajeng Kemala." Ayu Gantari's call broke the early dawn silence. "I have a little secret for you. Can you take care of him for me?"

"It's an honor for me, Yunda."

Ayu Gantari closed her eyes for a moment. Increase confidence and strengthen yourself. "This is my big secret. Kanda Satya doesn't even know. Promise to keep it as strong as you can."

"I promise to keep that a secret, Yunda. The Sovereign and the universe are my witnesses to this promise."

"My heart is not what others have known all along. I'm not the daughter of the Ivory swordsman, my childhood name was Alisha. The only daughter of the Mahabala swordsman and the Gayatri warrior, two long-lost warriors. I'm the sole heir to the ten-light sword style and the three-level sword style. The next heirs are my two little children, Rama Wangi and Ratri Parvati. Only they could master those two moves perfectly."

Kemala looked at Ayu Gantari without blinking. Never thought there was such a big secret between husband and wife. "Why did Yunda say all this to me? Isn't Kanda Satya the one who should know about it?"

Ayu Gantari smiled bitterly, "Dhiajeng, I also don't understand why I have to tell you all this. I just follow my little heart. My heart firmly believes that one day, this secret will be of use to us. I don't know what it is, I don't know."

"There are many things that our little hearts feel. But it cannot be known by our intellect. Dad used to say that to me since childhood."

"Thank you, Dhiajeng Kemala."

"It's all an honor for me, Yunda."

Morning sunlight began to appear at the eastern end. Greet the earth Nala Pura and all its inhabitants. Makes a beautiful reddish color in the sky. The sound of birds singing is getting louder. Some of them have flown in space, looking for their respective windfall rations.

"Seeing the red color in the sky reminds me of one thing, Dhiajeng. The color was very similar to the color of the sky at dusk." Ayu Gantari let out a long breath. "The color of the thirteen-power study belongs to Kanda Satya."

"It must be beautiful, Yunda." Kemala looked at the reddish sky.

"Very beautiful. But also very deadly. Only the descendants of Kanda can master. Including your future daughter's son, Dhiajeng."

"I never wanted my daughter's son to be a swordsman, Yunda. Let them live their lives in peace."

"Life as a swordsman is known to be very hard. Fighting and murder. But, Dhiajeng, peace is always in this life, as long as the heart always remembers the Creator."

"I'm sorry, Yunda Ayu." Kemala. He forgot that Ayu Gantari was a swordsman.

"What's wrong, Dhiajeng. But that is life. Despite being just a regular farmer, there are always tests in life. Peace will not be obtained if the heart forgets the Power. When the heart remains covered by greed and evil."

"Thank you, Yunda. I've been studying literature and manners, but I've forgotten something as important as that."

"Humans often forget, Dhiajeng. Then a good friend is needed who can remind." Ayu Gantari patted Kemala on the shoulder. "I want to give you something before we part."

"Yunda is too busy."

"That's not a troublesome thing, Dhiajeng. Accept this." Ayu Gantari took out a small box from her consciousness room. "I just made it yesterday. Open it."

"Thank you very much, Yunda." Kemala opened a box carved with lotus flowers from Ayu Gantari. A beautiful golden hair. Silver necklace inscribed with sea blue stone. And some leaves that say something.

"That's a thirteen-power study. I wrote it down with a memory of Kanda's practice. One day, you might need it. If not, think of it as a warrior's gift."

"Maybe I don't want my sons and daughters to be warriors, Yunda. However, I don't know what will be their taqdir."

"If anyone wants to become a swordsman, I will be happy to train, Dhiajeng."

The sun is starting to rise. The reddish light disappeared slowly. Dew at the shoots of the foliage and the twigs begin to evaporate. Kemala and Ayu Gantari were still talking, quite far from the cottage where Kemala had lived with Satya the last two days. There is a lot going on at the cottage. Some members of the Kemala family and the group had come to pick him up. Also to know the grave that has died.

After the preparations were finished, they began their journey home. Distant areas become because Satya can not drive them. The journey through the enemy area Nala Pura became because Satya could not involve the royal army. Though unbeknownst to anyone, Satya's shadow warriors have been ordered to escort them from afar. Ayu Gantari also ordered his shadow soldiers to do the same. Before returning home, Kemala had told her that Satya was her husband. But hiding the true figure of the husband. That's too dangerous.

After two weeks of traveling, the group had crossed two-thirds of the distance. There's still a week to go through. The group decided to stop at a hill near the village. There, there was an attack that resulted in many casualties. To be exact, the massacre of all members of the group at sunset.

Satya and Ayu Gantari were killed while trying to help Kemala. Before they died, they sent messages through their own animals. Bats and foxes are highly trained. As soon as the message was delivered, Satya, Ayu Gantari, and Arum, whom Ayu Gantari had invited, immediately went there. They used body parts to get to where they tethered horses outside the king's city. Then drive their best horses with all their might. After a day and a night of relentless horse racing for a second, they decided to use body armor. No matter hungry, thirsty, or tired. Two days and a night later, they arrived at the scene.

Too late! There is no aura of life there. Only the former battle remains. After asking the villagers nearby, then get the news. All the victims were taken care of by the villagers who passed by while going to the forest. They were taken by the people to their funeral.

"There's no body intact, sir, Mister. They were slaughtered so cruelly. We had to bury it in the same place." That was the explanation of the village elder upon arriving at the tomb.

"Nobody survived. One person too. Their entire treasure is still there, meaning it is not the robbers who attack" he continued.

"Can we see their property? We just want to check on him." Satya asked the village elder.

"Wouldn't you guys rest first? Looks like you guys are so exhausted."

"We will rest after seeing their treasures. At least, it can calm us down."

They were taken to the village hall. In one of the guard rooms, the treasures were placed. Ayu Gantari immediately recognized the necklace and hair ornament presented to Kemala. Without a long time, he immediately checked the two items.

"Kanda," he sighed slowly. There was deep sadness in his eyes. "This is a gift from Dinda to Dhiajeng Kemala. There's blood here."

Satya took a more observant look towards Ayu Gantari's index finger. There is a red color there.

"Darah Dhiajeng Kemala" said Ayu Gantari. He had just checked the aura left there. "There was another powerful aura left. Black aura..."

There is no other clarity. That'sallthatis. Kemala is gone. She was briefly present in Satya's life. At the end of the day, the three returned to Nala Pura. It had been a few days of business being handed over to Caraka.

There are always things in life that are unpredictable. Actually, Kemala didn't die. He survived. At the very last second, someone managed to save him. To take him away from the enemy who is after him.

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"During this time, Mother stayed with Uncle Master. When treated by him, then the pregnancy Mother is known. Although she was healed, Mother could not leave the place because she was holding me. When I was old enough to go to Nala Pura, the government changed. Prabu Caraka has replaced the deceased's father." Chandra Maitra took a deep breath. "Mother decided to return to Uncle Master's place. Due to news of Ayu Gantari's mother's disappearance, she ordered me to practice martial arts under the guidance of Uncle Master. With his help, I was able to master the thirteen powers study."

"Then, how did you know we were here?" Loka Hita is not satisfied with Chandra Maitra's story.

"Some time ago, the news of Raka and Yunda was widespread. Two brothers own two legendary swords. Two brothers descendant of the Mahabala swordsman and the Gayatri swordsman. I immediately went to find out more about it. And, here we are now, Raka. Yunda."

"Good! You didn't say you've found us before, heh?!" Loka Hita flicked her hand.

"Yunda is aware of my existence?"

"of course! How did you recognize us all of a sudden?"

"I got word, prabu Nala Pura and his sister were the descendants of two great warriors. I kept waiting for the time to meet you all this time."

"Good! You are indeed great at staking, even though it makes me think you are one of the Black Wing Ki group. I almost killed you!"

"Sorry, Yunda."

"That's it, Dinda Hita. Why angry? Didn't you welcome our sister?" Arya Wira finally spoke.

"Happy? Alright, comehere!" Loka Hita smiled at her sister.

Chandra Maitra is approaching. Arya Wira greeted with a hug, albeit briefly. Gently, patted the shoulder of the half-brother.

"Welcome, my sister."

"Thank you, Raka."

Chandra Maitra is approaching Loka Hita. Unlike Arya Wira, Loka Hita even attacked her sister. A hard kick and a hard kick. It dodged twice, before a hard blow landed smoothly on Chandra Maitra's right shoulder. He made her fall with a curious face.

"Weak!" loka Hita commented while shaking her hand. Then, walk away and go towards the palace.

"Rayi should be careful with your brother. He's very strong." Arya Wira extended her hand.

"Good, Raka. Looks like I'll have to train harder to deal with it."

"Here you go, let's go back to the palace. We have business to finish."

In the palace, the Silver Angga was already waiting. When Arya Wira and Chandra Maitra arrived, she immediately told him what had happened in the palace.