SATRIO.

CH 117S

While waiting for midnight, Pandji continued to see the bright night by the moonlight from behind the window of his room.

The air felt clean, with no dark aura flowing through the air. The black clouds that hung for several nights in space had vanished.

However, Pandji's feelings still did not improve. There's something bigger hiding somewhere else, waiting for the right time to take over his world.

"Damar .. is there nothing wrong? Tonight was very bright and clean from the dark aura," muttered Pandji wide open the curtains and enjoyed the light that fell into the garden in front of his room. "Where are they moving?"

"East," Damar Jati replied briefly.

"What made them go there? I was very curious about the movement of the black clouds under the moon yesterday."

"The "eastern gate opens at several points. Maybe seven maybe nine!" Damar Jati emerged from the void and stood behind Pandji who was still facing the large window in his room.

"Open so many portals doesn't it take a lot of energy, Damar? Could it be done by one person?" Pandji turned around, looking at Damar Jati who was weighing the answer.

"I can't be sure, Mas Pandji. But in particular one person was only able to open one gate. Maybe two if he has a lot of power."

"Those are more than one?!" muttered Pandji did not mean to throw a question.

"If there are seven or more small portals open together, it means that there are seven people who might be joined in one power, Mas!"

"How much magic is needed to open the main portal, Damar? Can it be done by dozens of powerful people who form a group?"

"For the main portal, it's not just the amount of power needed, Mas! The main portal has a seal that can only be opened by the person who closed it with a spell like I explained earlier" Damar Jati said patiently.

"The "ancient magic book will be able to be opened in a moment. What am I supposed to do? Just read it ... Then what? Can I close the little portal that's already open?"

"One time reading it, Mas Pandji will never forget his spell for life. Its usefulness is not at the same time of course, but all the small portals that have been opened can be closed permanently tonight as well" replied Damar Jati.

Pandji rubbed his cheeks in disbelief, "How could that be, Damar? A lifetime?"

"Because that's the curse! It lasts a lifetime!"

Pandji frowned, "Don't talk shit, Damar! Where is such a curse?"

"The book dies and the child in the prophecy is inseparable unity, Mas Pandji."

"Then will I be hunted all my life for being the key to the portal? Are you trying to scare me, Damar?" pandji asked with an unpleasant expression.

"I don't expect that, but that's what I've heard in the past centuries."

Damar Jati smiled wryly before giving an explanation that he thought was also complicated. "Mas Pandji will still be hunted for the acquisition of his body, the new owner of Mas Pandji's body will take a dead book and master the spell to make angkara, one of which unlocks the seal of the main portal."

"So shall I rule over myself and also the contents of the dead book to prevent it?"

"Nggeh .. that's the rule, indeed" Damar said with a steady nod.

"Who made those rules?" ask Pandji stagnant. I was annoyed with his hearing.

"I don't know either, Mom!" damar replied with a confused grin.

"Where did you get the acquisition language? That sounds cool and contemporary!"

"That's when I went with Mas Pandji's father to save money." Damar Jati massaged his head to remember the name of the place he had visited while idly following his master first.

"Bank?" ask Pandji skeptically. You are not human ... Why go there? Are you saving too?!" Pandji laughed, not thinking about the behavior of his heirloom spirit.

"I just want to go for a walk because I'm bored of having to mediate if there's no work!" timpal Damar Jati silly.

"You're a super-foolish supernatural being, Damar!" Pandji glanced at the sitting clock which he thought was going slow. He tapped his hand, making sure that the timer didn't die. "Is it not time yet?"

"In a moment, maybe around .. a drink of tea!"

Pandji glanced at a glance, "Learn to speak using the word minute or hour to describe time, Damar! You live in a modern world now! That tea drink was about half an hour, I guess."

Pandji shows a long needle and a short needle on the sitting clock he is holding. Teach Damar Jati to count time.

"Sendiko, Mas Pandji!"

"Well, let's take the book to the library. We just wait there, there are still thirty minutes to discuss something else with Father and Mother!" take Pandji, his hand picks up an ancient book from the study table and takes it out of the room.

"Sendiko dawuh," replied Damar Jati dispelled himself.

"Damar .. Do you believe in the prophecy about the moon brother?" ask Pandji in his mind. "I feel like tonight is too quiet."

"Me and Asih will keep watch of all possibilities, Mas Pandji need not worry!"

Pandji raises his shoulders, exhales heavily. He also carried an ancient date parchment, then walked towards the home library. He wanted to watch the blood moon eclipse with the family before studying the book of the dead magic.

***