SAKYA PARAKA: THE LIBERATOR

Ancestral Civilization

As they walked out of the crack, two tall statues greeted them. Both statues were human-shaped but there were folded wings on their backs. They pressed his hands together, one of his right hands and the other of his left hand formed like a gate. The other hand was in front of each other's chests as if welcoming the guests who had come. Moss plants and some deer horn plants attached to both statues indicate this statue has been around for a long time.

 

They passed through the gate under both hands of the attached statue. In front of them towering pyramid-shaped building as high as 25 meters. The walls are made up of stone blocks. One block of stone had the same height as Sakya's body while it was about 2 meters long.

 

As well as the statue that greeted them, the condition of the pyramid wall was covered with moss and other vines. On the front side there is a prominent section with two wide door leaves also of stone. On the door bone are writings that Sakya has never seen.

 

Sakya could not read it. No one taught him to read. For his father and the villagers, the ability that the men must master is hunting. Reading is just a wasted job. What to read when there is no inscription to read.

 

"Grandfather, did you build it?" Unable to hold back the curiosity within her, Sakya asked.

 

"Of course not, I just found this building." The Grandfather only laughed lightly then he pushed the stone door with both hands.

 

"Come in!" Grandpa let them in.

 

Inside the building, a large room was spread out. Illuminated balls like a glowing pearl. It was as bright as day in the pasture, but it did not feel hot.

 

"Welcome to the temple of Vayuna. The room in front of you is the Vayuna hall." Grandpa explained to Sakya while pointing at the door across the room. Doors with the same materials and carvings as the doors that are seen but smaller in size.

 

"Who built this cake?" Sakya had never seen a building this grand. The smooth texture of the walls indicates a work that is almost impossible to do. In other words, this entire building should be impossible to exist. How do they build it?

 

"This temple has existed for tens of thousands of years. It was built by the Ajada race or what we call the ancestors. There's no record of where they came from and how they disappeared." Grandfather explained the origin of the building calmly.

 

"In this temple there is tremendous power" continued the Grandfather.

 

"What strength is Cake? Is it a sword of fire? Arrows light? Lightning spear?" sakya asked increasingly.

 

"Science, son. There is science."

 

"What can be done with science?" Sakya was astonished by Grandpa's reply.

 

"Many things, with science, you can change the fate of your race as oppressed people into the rulers of the continent of Pangea. Don't you want to change your race's destiny?"

 

"Grandfather, those expectations are too high for me. If I have the strength, I just want to save my family and the other villagers" Sakya replied, recalling her family.

 

"Son, I'm in mourning. But your family has died" said the grandfather.

 

Small fog began to appear, in which there are pictures of events when the father, mother and grandfather were killed and villagers were tied up and taken away.

 

"Cannot be. Is this lying, Cake? Why are you doing that?" Sakya was crying and sitting down.

 

"Son, I have the knowledge to know what's going on around the Vanaya forest. I didn't lie to you. Did you know that what happened to you almost happened to all of humanity on the continent of Pangaea? Son, what happened to you may not be able to prevent. But, you can prevent the same from happening to others" said Sakya's grandfather.

 

"Am I the chosen one, my lady?" sakya asked, while wiping away her tears that fell on her cheeks.

 

"No one is elected .. If you are the chosen one, then you should have been born here and studied science here since childhood. We only met by chance, I was waiting for someone who could receive this gift. While in this forest there are only the sattva race and you. Then you accept it because your people are the weakest race." replied the clumsy Grandfather. He had a long beard.

 

Of course Sakya is getting confused to hear Grandpa's answer. Not elected, but elected. Should she be happy or crying after knowing that she is just an object of chance?

 

"I still don't understand why Grandfather passed down this gift. What's your purpose?"

 

"Every beginning has an end. So is life in this world. Soon Pralaya's day will come .. Do you know what Pralaya's day is?"

 

Sakya shook her head.

 

the Grandpa then touched Sakya's forehead with his index finger.

 

The entire room suddenly turned into a scene of rift lands, mountains erupting high waves rolling towards the land hitting all that was blocking its path. Millions of living creatures died. Humans, rakshasa, sattva and other races that Sakya does not recognize. The scenery was terrible until Sakya felt nauseous. Fortunately, there is no food that can be spewed.

 

"Remember this, son! Carve it into your mind so that you will not forget it, the day of Pralaya is the day that all life in this world is destroyed. All the living things you know are on this continent. They're all gonna die. Pralaya Day is the end of all life."

 

 

"Ha ha ha .., I'm sorry to confuse you, it's been a long time since I've talked to someone. The point is, son, you can change the fate of your people, you can be the ruler of this continent until the day of Pralaya. Except .." Grandpa stopped his speech.

 

"Except what Kek?" ask Sakya curiously.

 

"Unless you can stop Pralaya's day."

 

"Grandfather, how can I stop all that? What power do I have? I do not have the power to destroy mountains or burn forests or cut through oceans. I'm just a human being" Sakya choked. He did not understand Grandpa's intentions. What force? Sakya thinks that in order to stop the Pralaya day, it takes a power that cannot be possessed by a human being.

 

"Knowledge, Son. You'll have knowledge... In this Vanuya hall there is a knowledge of the heritage of the Ajada people. You'll learn everything, from medicine, culture, magic and more. The last thing you need are strong allies."

 

 

"Grandfather, you said I needed a strong ally. Where am I looking for him?"

 

"For starters you can meet the four rulers of the Vanaya forest. But, I suggest you increase your strength first before meeting them. In this forest, only the strong are heard."

 

Grandpa's words were well understood by Sakya. He imagined that if he met the ruler of the Vanaya forest in a weakened state, they would probably assume to be laughing at him. As allies they must have equal power.

 

"Who are the rulers of the Vanaya forest?"

 

"Listen! the ruler of the western Vanaya forest is Bhati of the sattva resana. The ruler of the South was Mahan of the sattva markata. The ruler of the East is Sagara of the ayata sattva and the ruler of the North is Kacana of the garuda sattva."

 

"They're sattva? How do I talk to them?" Sakya was surprised, now she was sure they would not laugh at her. They'll eat it.

 

"Don't ask too many questions! You'll know later... Actually my only purpose is to bring you to this temple. Now I have to go..."

 

"Go??? We just arrived. Where is grandpa going? I don't even know Grandpa's name." Sakya feels strange about Grandpa's behavior.

 

"My name is Jagad Atma, my job is done. As for your destiny, you can choose your own path. You can stay here as much as you can." Grandpa answered while turning his body.

 

"Wait cake!... Licked feet? Eat this! It'll heal your legs." Sakya remembered that Grandpa's leg was sprained. He took Calvaraksa flowers from under his shirt. Calvaraksa flowers have begun to dry up.

 

"It... It's a Calvaraksa flower. This flower.. (bla bla) And .. (bla bla) supposedly ... (bla bla) You should be .. (bla bla) Where did you get it?" The grandfather spoke at length about the wonders and efficacy of the Calvaraksa flower before finally asking. Grandpa's eyes twinkled at the flower in Sakya's hands.

 

Sakya then recounts her experience from beginning to end with Grandpa.

 

Listening to Sakya Si Grandpa sighed bitterly. If she is not ashamed to cry, she will cry. His heart crumbled softly. How can one be so willing to pluck out a flower filled with this miracle. Does he not know as great as any flower in the world when it has been uprooted then he will wither. The benefits will disappear. This is the only flower in the world.

 

"Why did you put it in your shirt?" Grandpa should ask. He should know the reason. Hoping Sakya's more reasonable answer could treat her heart.

 

"Erm... I had no food so I kept it if I was hungry on the way" Sakya laughed as she scratched her head.

 

The Grandpa frowned at Sakya's reply. Who would have thought Sakya's answer was like a sword piercing her heart right now. He unconsciously squeezed his left chest. For the first time it hurt.

 

Argh...Now he considers the most valuable flower in the world as just a snack... If the whole world knew what you were doing, you'd be drowning in their spit.

 

"I'm going. This, I can't eat it.” Grandpa gave back the Kalvaraksa flowers. “Seek for a storage box in one of the rooms in this temple to store the flower." He could no longer hear Sakya's story.

 

"Grand how about ..." Grandpa suddenly disappears before Sakya finishes her speech. Sakya is shocked to fall down, while Karka lies lying face-covering her with her front legs.

 

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After Grandpa left, Sakya's tears fell back down her cheeks. The joy of living with his family. For some reason he believed Grandfather's words. There was no reason why Grandpa lied to her.

 

Sakya is sad but crying incessantly won't change everything. There was a future he had to prepare for, if he failed, there would be many children like him who lost his family.