Srivijaya irregulars
6. The Night When the Sky is Split
What could be more terrifying than a dream that rips through every night and jerks itself in solitude?
Dreams that trap themselves in fear and horror?
Yeah, what's scarier than that?
Long dreams about a night that never seems finished. The first night was just a story about a small drizzle that fell one by one on the pores of the ground. Nightly
which initially makes a small drizzle feel so melancholy and can make a pair of lovers more tightly embrace. The night will be expected
it was a beautiful night ....
But it turns out not. The drizzle suddenly grew heavier. Increasingly roaring. The sky suddenly fluttered. Lightning struck the earth many times. No one can count it. Everyone only remembered the lightning as if it did not stop shining. Snatching, snatching, and snatching. As if to mark the wound on the ground ....
Then, the rumbling of the footsteps shook as if it did not stop. The cries echoed and the sounds of war were no longer inevitable. Everything seems like a unified story. Then, the bodies began to fall one after another. The blood instantly blends with the water droplets. The cries seemed to jolt the sky inexhaustibly....
And that's when that little screech made it all sober. Creating an end that is deliberately created by hanging.
Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa jolted from his sleep. His breath hunted and his sweat poured down his body. It's always like this, it's always like this.
His arrival to Telaga Batu, which was so far from Bhumijawa, did not make him forget that day at all!
Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa could only be stuck after that. he could no longer close his eyes. His mind without
controllable again will slip into the gaps of empty space, drifting away ....
So far away ....
Very far ....
He will soon remember when he and his followers erected a red brick fort in Iwung Village in Bhumijawa.
He will remember standing in one of the towers observing the movement of Jatiningrat Rakai Pikatan troops who advanced to his fortress.
He remembered, he remembered....
As he recalled when Pramodawardhani ran around to him years before ....
At that time Pramodawardhani was still so small and his laughter was still so light. The little girl circled around her body many times while calling her name on
between laughter,
"Uncle Bala ... Uncle Bala ... Uncle
Bala's..."
And, Balaputradeva, with laughter too, will soon reach for the body and hold it aloft
He remembered, he remembered....
As the screams echoed....
When the bodies fall ....
Indeed, Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa, and the remaining people of that night,
I will never forget that night. They will continue to remember it as the night the sky split ....
Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa drew his sword. He looked at the sword intently. His brilliance was struck by the moonlight that was enveloping as if drugging him.
This was the first time he had pulled this sword from its sheath, after a long time this sword was just hanging on his desk. Since at Telaga Batu, he seemed to forget the sword that had accompanied him for a long time. And, what he feared then happened! Question-a
the question that had been hanging in his mind suddenly just popped up ....
How many bodies has this sword broken? How many lives were killed? And, how many heads were cut off?
Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa shook his head strongly. He tries to answer those questions. He began to concentrate fully. Then, surprisingly he had moved his body, playing his moves.
Like a warrior facing his enemy, he moves rhythmically. The moon watched it with a gidd.
Keep moving ... keep moving .. keep moving ....
He turned, then swooped sharply, as if air were his opponent. Slowly he began to enter another space in his imagination which he had never touched before. It
as if forgetting all the shadows and all the words that had been hanging in his mind. It is also moving wilder.
Indeed, this time Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa really wants to forget all the shadows
the shadow on his head.
Keep moving ... keep moving .. keep moving ....
His body could no longer resist his exhaustion. He fell down, as sweat flooded his body. A bodyguard who had been watching him from behind the door immediately ran over hesitantly.
However, before the bodyguard asked, Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa even asked first
"Guards, do you know of a potion that can forget dreams?" tanyakanya.
The guard was silent, looking confused. However, again, before the bodyguard answered the question, Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa shook his hand.
"That's it, you go there!" abugn.
"Let me alone"
Then, Sri Maharaja Balaputradewa was again trapped in the silence of his room
