Queen Without Crown

Chapter 164 Turning on the Mandala

The sound of the drumming of a single-handed man rang out. Both legs of Jadukari Daalal Nath jumping to dance the rhythm of worship. His mouth chanted a mystical canticle as a plea to the god.

Although his power has been lost, he will try to summon back a supernatural entity to resurrect the owner of the body who died hundreds of years ago. He exclaimed with earnestness accompanied by teardrops until his sweat drenched his body.

Mujh mein aao

Hamaare beech koee doree nahin hai

Jab chaand chamakata hai

Ham ek sah chamakate hain

The moonlight shot out against the human skeleton lying on the altar. The old shaman's dance was getting excited. His right hand scooped up a pinch of marigold petals placed in a pottery bowl then threw it into the air, while his left hand grabbed the dagger lying next to it.

Is.dug.dug..

The sound of the drum being shot was still timidly accompanying the old man's dance. His old body was moving faster. Jump to the right then to the left, then spin.

Sreeet..

Cras.

The dagger's eyes flashed rapidly under the scattered marigold petals. Instantly I heard a soft cry from the drummer. The music stopped. The body of the drumbeater drooped with the neck drenched in blood.

Jadukari Daalal Nath immediately holds blood pouring from Prince Awang's neck in a bowl. After the blood almost spilled, he immediately brought it to the front of the nagasari tree.

While chanting his incantation, he splashed the blood of the Alsatian nobleman onto the skeleton lying on the altar in front of the nagasari tree.

Jadukari Daalal Nath stood looking at the red and wet skeleton while holding his breath, waiting. That red color slowly evaporated into tiny particles under the moonlight beam.

Muscle tendrils begin to propagate cladding of bones and Mandala skulls. Then there grew red meat all over the dead body. Two eyeballs suddenly burst out from two empty holes in the skull. Both eyes were moving horribly. Then, the layers of skin also began to bandage the red meat.

Over time the skeletal bones formed a clay-bodied young man lying naked. Slowly the young man's chest began to rise and fall as a sign that his breathing was moving his lungs.

A line of smiles adorned Jadukari Daalal Nath's face. He stared in amazement as he saw the creation of a human being right in front of him.

Suddenly the young man's eyelids opened. He looked up towards the night sky. The air was getting colder and the wind was roaring.

"Mom!" Exclaims.

The birds perched on the trees instantly flew. The atmosphere was boisterous for a moment, then silent.

*****

Princess Juwita flinched. It was as if someone had just called him. The girl again touched her crashing nape. Suddenly he felt his shoulder being touched. With her heart pounding, Princess Juwita turned her head.

"Juwita, you're apparently here? I've been looking for you!"

"Ningrum's? Ah, why are you surprising me?" Princess Juwita holds her still-degan chest.

"Your mother's looking for you." Ningrum.

Princess Juwita then followed Ningrum's steps inside, re-blending in the party's fanfare. The girl approached her mother.

"What did you call me?" Ask Princess Juwita.

"Ah, I think it's time for you to sleep. Almost midnight, it's not good a woman is still outside. Let the men party." Queen Gita stroked her daughter's shoulder.

"Yes ma'am."

Princess Juwita nodded, she walked with Ningrum to return to the room because their room was located close together.

"Are you going home with your parents after this wedding?" Ask Ningrum.

"Yes. I've longed to lie on my own bed."

"I'm glad you finally got home. It's just that I'm definitely gonna miss you." Ningrum's eyes look teary.

"Ah, you can visit me anytime. I will never forget my best friend. I even considered you my brother. I owe you and your family a lot." Princess Juwita clasped Ningrum's hand.

"I don't like to hear you talk about it again. I did it sincerely. I'm happy because you consider me a brother."

"Hopefully we can meet again soon." Princess Juwita said as she stood at the door of her room.

"Yes, hopefully."

The two split up and went into their rooms. Princess Juwita immediately laid her body on the bed. His body felt tired but his mind was still wandering.

*****

The moon shines brightly into the night sky. Down there a beautiful young man looked at the moon with a cold gaze. His long, ragged hair fluttered softly as the wind blew breezy.

"Mr Mandala, we've arrived. Look over there, sir!" An old man who walked by propping up a stick exclaimed excitedly.

"Is this really the place?" The young man named Mandala walked over while staring at the ruins of a building.

"I'm sure, Sir. This stick leads here. I'm sure this is where the tomb is." Said the old man.

"Hmm, haven't you taken me to the wrong place twice?" Mandala insinuation reminds Jadukari Daalal Nath who has twice misrepresented Uma's tomb.

As Mandala rose again from the dead, the young man continued to urge Jadukari Daalal Nath to take her to Uma's tomb. But unfortunately the shaman did not know. In fact, no one knows where the woman's grave is.

They had searched every corner of the village of Dewanata but found none of them while visiting the ancient cemetery in the vicinity. For days they ventured into several ancient sites thought to store Uma's body.

"This time will not be wrong, sir." He replied, after that he immediately jumped nimbly into the ruins area of the tomb building.

Not far from the place were several pairs of eyes watching from behind the trees. The roar of their breath hunted down with a ferocious grinning mouth.

Suddenly the old man stopped, his head turned to the left and to the right while sniffing the air.

"I smell the dog" the old man's eyebrows shot up. "What don't-don't?"

The old man looked back, "Ah, s*al!"

Jadukari Daalal Nath immediately rushed out from the ruins of the tomb building. He was stunned as he saw dozens of wolves circling his master.

"They must be the guardians of this place," his inner self.

He immediately jumped while swinging his staff to dispel the beasts.

Grprr!

The wolves growled. Some began to show their sharp fangs.

"Just calm down, sir. I will finish them all off" the old man shouted as he brandished his cane.

"No need," prevent Mandala. The young man instead walked steadily towards the ruins of the ancient tomb building.

Grp!

The wolves continued to growl. They're targeting Mandala. The beasts jumped simultaneously towards the young man and attacked him.

Suddenly a ray of light flashed from Mandala's hand that swung in the air. The beam shot through the wolves until they bounced in the air and slammed down for several meters.

"Big.aiing.." There was the sound of the wolf's moaning.

"It seems like my strength has not fully recovered. I'm still too weak," the young man muttered as he shook his hand. His head tilted slightly to the left looking at the wolves that were now limping trying to get up.

"Master don't doubt yourself" comforted the old man.

Mandala shook her head softly, "No, I just don't know the limits of my strength."

The old man nodded. If the strength of his master had recovered then the wolves had already been shapelessly destroyed.

"Daalal Nath!" Mandala cried while moving her chin.

"Ready Sir!" The old man immediately re-entered the ruins of the building and scrawled the floor with a stick.

"Not here apparently," Jadukari Daalal Nath scratched his head.

Hearing that Mandala was grieving. He immediately left the place. Jadukari Daalal Nath who saw that immediately jumped in pursuit of his master.

"Master Mandala! Wait, Mr. Mandala!"

Mandala continued to walk on the path flanked by the field of weeds regardless of the cry of Jadukari Daalal Nath who ran behind him.

He finally arrived at the river. His body was upright staring at the river water reflecting the moonlight.

"I have to get a boat."

"I will look for him, sir," said Jadukari Daalal Nath who was finally able to catch up with Mandala with a breath of breath. Then the old man left and soon disappeared behind the dark lush trees.

Mandala walked back down the river. Not long in the distance he saw some boats moored in a small dock. When the Mandala approached, apparently there was a group of people who were buzzing around the fire. Mandala approached them.

"Who are you?" ask someone.

"I want to borrow a boat" replied Mandala.

"Heh, are you crazy? It's good to borrow a boat! You must be a rancid thief!" Accuse the man.

Not long after those people came closer. They looked at Mandala as if underestimating her.

"What's up, Badra?" askthem.

"She said she wanted to borrow a boat."

"Alah, just excuse me. At most he wants to steal!"

"Just get him!"

The men advanced intending to attack Mandala, but the young man's movements were faster. His right hand was now gripping the neck of one of his attackers.

Crick.

The sound of crumbling bones sounded terrifying. The people who witnessed it shuddered in horror.

Brak! Byurs!

The man's body was then thrown by Mandala until it hit one of the boats. The boat broke. The water splashed and formed a wave ripple as the person's body finally splashed into the river. The tethered boats were drifting on the water.

"You who?" asked one of them while he drew his sword.

Before Mandala answered suddenly Jadukari Daalal Nath came with a gasp of breath.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mandala. I didn't get a boat" he said. But a moment later his eyes were glued to see a row of boats moored on the river bank.

"Huh? Oho! There are so many boats!" he cried with joy.

"You people! Give the boat to Mr. Mandala!" his orders to those people.

"W-what?" Those people exclaimed in shock.

"You're not human. Kill them!" Exclaimed a large tall man who was their leader.

They besieged Mandala and Jadukari Daalal Nath, but not a single bit of fear emanated in the eyes of the two.

"Daalal Nath, take care of them!" mandala said calmly.

"Good, Master!" The Jadukari Daalal Nath whose strength had been restored nodded obediently.

The old shaman immediately pointed his staff forward and twisted it around. A heat wave immediately formed and a very bright burst of flames suddenly emerged from the center of the wave.

"Feel the heat of this fire!" Jadukari Daalal Nath cried with a happy grin.

"Aakhs!" Shouts of pain echoed from the burning people. The men were cornered while the flames engulfed their bodies.

"Hahaha, there's nothing left. If you don't fight, you're alive right now." Jadukari Daalal Nath chuckled at the billowing smoke from the burned remains.

"I'm done, Mr. Mandala," said the old man, then he turned around.

"Huh? Mr. Mandala, wait!" the old man immediately ran after Mandala who was already on the boat.

"Master Mandala, I'm sorry that I still haven't found the location of the tomb" Jadukari Daalal Nath said as the boat was already cruising down the river.

"The girl can definitely show her place" said Mandala who was sitting quietly.

"I mean sir, the awatara?"

"It's true."

"I could have taken you to see him, but he's now in the palace. The guards won't let us in."

Byurs!

Just finishing his sentence, Jadukari Daalal Nath's body suddenly splashed into the river. The old man's body was cold. His head rose and fell on the surface of the river, still confused as to why it could suddenly be in the water.

Lollipop.cipak..

"Huft.huh.huh..Mr Mandala!" the shaman swam beside the boat while feeling a bone-chilling chill. His somewhat dreadlocked hair looked like a floating sponge.

"Never underestimate me, shaman peyot!" Mandala spoke without turning her head, her gaze straight ahead while her left hand pressed the head of Jadukari Daalal Nath with a stick belonging to the old man himself.

"I'm-I'm sorry, Mr. Mandala," replied Jadukari Daalal Nath with a drowned head. He finally knew who had pushed him into the river.

"After all, if he was Uma's incarnation, I would have been able to summon him without having to enter the palace."

"You're right, sir."

The man then grabbed the edge of the boat and tried to climb up. The boat continued to slide apart the dark river.