SAKYA PARAKA: THE LIBERATOR

The Stana Ras Nara Forest

In the morning, Pavitra takes a walk around the forest to check all the necessary preparations before the Stana forest is sealed and cut off from the outside world.

He walked among the trees whose leaves began to whiten. The trees in the Stana forest are different from the trees in other forests. From the roots, stems, branches and leaves are all white. Even the moss attached to the branches was white.

Such was the state of the Stana forest, for as long as he remembered. Previous generations said it was because of the magic that their ancestors had done. Protection magic, growth magic, reinforcement magic and other magic, the use of prana constantly changed the color of the trees present in the Sacred forest to what they are today. White, no matter what kind of tree it is.

Magic not only changes the color of the trees in the Stana forest, the Nara race also has skin, and white hair. Only their eyes have a different color. Green sparkles like an emerald gem.

Magic is inherent in every Nara race. Covering their bodies, it was as if every race of Nara was like a shining moon when night fell. Calm the heart and the eyes that look at him. It would not be an exaggeration if they were referred to as the most perfect race in the Pangea continent.

There are no stone buildings in the Stana forest. The Nara race lives in the hollow trunks of trees that grow with the help of magic. That's the hole they call home. A house can consist of a combination of several tree trunks. Large enough to accommodate a family, with separate rooms. There is a wooden staircase that connects the first floor with the second floor.

All houses are identical to each other. No matter their social position in society. One house with another house is connected to a wooden suspension bridge that is connected to each balcony.

A different building is just a palace building that is 10 times larger than any ordinary house. They call it the White Palace. The residence of the ruler of the Stana forest. Protector and guard of the entire race of Nara. Currently, Pavitra was occupying the palace.

A group of children playing chases among the trees.  Laughing and shouting happily as if they were the true masters of the Stana forest.

"Greetings, your honor." They slightly bowed as they passed Pavitra before finally running around again without caring about Pavitra's reply.

Pavitra sighed while imagining about her past, when she was a child, coming into play among the trees. Hope that the next generation can still feel the happiness.

Pavitra did not expect that Pralaya's day would arrive so soon. He cursed inwardly, asking why everything happened in the moment he ruled. The other question was whether his decision to seal the sacred forest was the best course? Or vice-versa?

Time will answer it. Time will show whether he is a hero or a ruler who brings destruction to his race.

From the beginning of the recording of the inscription of the Nara race, they all knew that the day of Pralaya would come. During that time they prepared everything to be safe when the day came. Now, with all the preparations for those thousands of years, Pavitra still feels very lacking. He's still not sure he can get through it.

Ras Nara is the strongest bag on the continent of Pangea. Blessed with strong combat abilities and high magic power. They could withstand the wind, divert the rain, grow trees, but still could not avoid death. As long as they are still touched by death, it is impossible to stop the day of Pralaya.

How to stop death? How to divert Pralaya day? How do you bring to life those who are dead? As long as this has not been found, Pavitra believes that sealing the Holy Forest is the best way.

"Report, your highness Pavitra. The garden of life we have examined and it is ready." A middle-aged man bowed before Pavitra.

"How long can our supplies last?"

"If nothing changes from the addition of the population, 10 years, Your Majesty," he replied.

"Open a forest for a garden of life! Assume the population increases by 3x and Pralaya day lasts longer" Pavitra said.

"Okay, your honor."

Pavitra continued his journey towards the southern forested outskirts of Stana.

"How's it going, Digya?"

"Everything is ready, Your Majesty Pavitra. All the seals had been laid to the eight directions of the windshield surrounding the forest of Stana. We just connect the eight seals with the Samstana crystal and activate it" Digya replied.

"How long has the Samstana crystal been able to power the forest seal?"

"As long as there is life on this continent, your majesty. But if life has been destroyed, I think its strength can only last for 20 years" said Digya.

Pavitra came back from our reflection he saw a black shadow passing through the sky out of the Stana forest.

"Who went out of the woods?" His voice boomed around the forest border. No one answered it.

"I ASKED WHO'S OUT OF THE WOODS?" Pavitra starts to get emotional when no one gives him an explanation. Today is an important moment for the Nara race. And a Nara without her permission came out of the forest of Stana. He had already very clearly conveyed this news to the entire Nara race.

"Oh, your honor. Forgive me, Princess Rahmania who left the forest." Dutaka's voice sounded from behind. Then he approached and knelt before Pavitra.

"What did you say? My daughter? Is he crazy?" Pavitra is getting windy.

"Yes, your highness. He's gone mad. She ..."

"Shut up!" pavitra. Even if Rahmania is crazy, only she, her father can say it. "Why did he leave?"

Dutaka started sweating. Should he shut up or answer. He looked at the faces of his other friends, but they all looked down.

"ANSWER!" pavitra.

"Even before he left, he handed me this letter and took Samstana's necklace with him."

"WHAT? he took Samstana's necklace? Is he really crazy?"

"That's what the servant said, your majesty she's already gi …."

"YOU'RE QUIET!" Pavitra took the cloth letter from Dutaka's hand.

"Your highness, the Samstana necklace is the key to activating the Samstana crystal. Without the necklace, we can't seal this forest" Andhika said,

"I know that, you think I don't know? Shut up!" Pavitra then opened a letter from Rahmani written in a piece of cloth.

'Dad, I left the forest. Give me some time to unite the entire race on the Pangea continent. If successful, I hope the Nara race can join the fight against the day of Pralaya. I also have permission to borrow Samstana's hat, I will return it as soon as possible. Signed your daughter, Rahmania.'

"How dare he. Dutaka! And you're Andhika! Find him and bring him back here as soon as possible! Anyhow. HURRY UP!"

"Company, your honor. We're saying good." Dutaka and Andhika.

Rahmania, what have you done? You can exterminate the entire Nara race, Pavitra muttered. He unwittingly squeezes a letter from Rahmania.

Deep in the sky, Rahmania stands on a white Sattva garuda. Sattva who has lived in the Stana forest and became his friend since childhood.

Rahmania's hair and her white clothes fluttered in the wind. I'm sorry dad, but 20 years is just a short time, Rahmania's mind is soft. "Gaura, we go to the kingdom of Surangga."

"Rawangga? It took me a week to get there, you sure?"

"Yes ... And we we must hurry. Please, we don't have time."

"All right, hold on tight!" Gaura nodded her head, and darted at full speed towards the kingdom of Surangga.