Story of Mystery 2

THE MYSTERY OF RIMBA BARA: The Story of the Bara Jungle

After talking to Ki Raganata, Baskara returned to the cottage. In front of the hut looks Laras and Tanjung is sitting on a wooden couch where he used to rest at night. They rose up in welcome when they saw Baskara walking over.

"Your tumbens are not menubras-nubras shrubs looking for plots," the young man's claws began a conversation.

Laras and Tanjung smiled shyly. "Ah Kakang, it does not have to be every day there, besides we can not be too far from the cottage," replied Tanjung.

Baskara laughed lightly. "You guys are two obedient girls. All right, so is there something you're cooking today? Frankly my stomach started to whine for fill," he said later.

"Don't worry about it, Kakang, we were sitting here deliberately waiting to eat together" said Laras.

"So apparently, what special menu are you cooking today?"

"Fish the smoke."

Baskara's eyes sparkled, 'Well, my favorite, come," finished saying the young man immediately jumped towards the cottage.

***

At night Baskara sat outside the cottage, Laras and Tanjung had rested since this afternoon. His sharp eyes looked at the sky, the moon seemed to peek behind the mega, a gust of cold wind blowing as breezy soothing the skin.

He got up from his seat, a yellowish ray drew his heart. Only then did he remember the old Raganata, was not the light he saw in the range of the old man's place?

Baskara jumped, ran lightly towards the light, there were many questions he wanted to ask the old man with the stick.

How long his steps were approaching. Indeed, the yellowish flame came from the place of Ki Raganata, precisely from the base of the crystal stone stick.

"Greetings Ki" he said as he put his palms together on his chest.

Ki Raganata smiled, he waved back.

"Come ananda, by any chance, I'm attacking the warm drink again."

Baskara approached, he saw that now the parents were no longer sitting at the root of the tree, but on a piece of cheekwood in the form of a chair. Not just one, there were still two more such pieces, arranged in a circle, in the middle of which was a kind of furnace made of stone arrays, flames blazing beneath it, while on the stove a teapot of metal emits the sound of boiling water from inside.

Without being allowed, Baskara occupied one of the pieces of wood. "It seems to have cooked the water Ki," he said.

The old man nodded, he got up, picked up the teapot from the furnace. Out of nowhere, in his left hand was already grasped by a bamboo glass. There was water in the teapot, hot steam billowing. Baskara can smell the distinctive aroma of the poured liquid.

"Combine my spices, try Baskara, in guaranteed to warm up," said Ki Raganata while hanging bamboo glasses on Baskara. The young man greeted him without hesitation. The parents again amazed the young man by bringing up another bamboo glass in his hand.

Magic expert? think Baskara. While thinking about the drink in his hand. Ah, it's true that the old man feels warm and sweet, deserved to be enjoyed on a cold night like this.

"Have your two comrades slept Baskara?" ask Ki Raganata.

Baskara nodded, not to be surprised he was with the exact guess of the old man, is not always the right word. "True Ki" he answered. He looked towards the old man's glowing wand. "Your ray of stick invited me here, what a mestika, really" he continued.

"Ha ha. You're all there, special maybe yes, but if you say mustika, I have to say, there are still many extraordinary things that you need to see," said the old man.

"Could it be Ki? For me a stone that can shine alone is obviously very special, not tired of having to add wood when the campfire begins to extinguish for lighting," reply Baskara curious.

The old man laughed again, "I should be angry with my staff you think it's as low as nanda's function, but that's it, in time you'll know its true function. But one thing that I have to repeat, it's real out there, there will be a lot of mustika things that make you amazed when you see it," said the old man back.

Baskara scratched his hair that did not itch, a moment later he stared at the old man, "Alright Ki, I save your words. But frankly, there are some things I want to know, let you tell me Ki."

"Eh, you look serious Baskara, all right, what do you want to know?"

Baskara took a breath, "Tell Ki, about the Jungle Bara, how the origin, who threw the spell, and the culprit of the crime that you had touched earlier this afternoon?"

Ki Raganata did not immediately answer, he stroked his beard, "Actually I already know, such things that you will ask nanda, if I tell you the whole, maybe until the morning will not be sprawled, he said, but fine, since you are now a part of the inhabitants of the Bara Forest, I will briefly but clearly tell you about this jungle."

The old man put a bamboo glass next to him, then his mouth opened again.

***

The people were prosperous at that time, led by the wise King, His Majesty Dogma. To accommodate the favorite of his people in physical processing, then held various dueling competitions between knights, to determine the champion of the heroes each year.

The event is certainly very encouraging people, they are competing to train themselves to be able to champion in the race.

King Dogma is not only intelligent, he is also super-sakti, all the forging has been through, and a variety of high-class combat equipment on his brush, until during his leadership all the fighting events run smoothly, and all the combat equipment, without hindrance, without loss of life.

But as time passed, the one thing that man could not avoid was death. So did His Majesty Dogma. Finally, in his old age, he breathed his last.

His death invited the grief of the people, let alone the loyal knight officials who accompanied him.

But the wheels of government must keep on going. At this point it begins with a clash between two princes, who both feel entitled to the throne of King Dogma. The first Prince of Muksa, was the eldest son born to the king's concubine, the second Prince of Werkuda, was the eldest son of the empress' mother. Fortunately the conflict could be ended kinship, the two gospel princes agreed to divide the territory of King Dogma into two, and each Prince occupied the territory that had been agreed.

The beginning of the separation of the God Knight City was peaceful, there was nothing alarming. One City was named the Western Knight City, the other city the Eastern Knight City.

The disaster started from the return of the dueling tournament. Each prince held the event in their respective cities, and the greatest champion was finally elected. But the disgruntled people, each comparing the champions of the West and the East, who of the west consider the number one champion, as well as those of the east, consider them the best, even each began to badmouth the champion of the enemy region.

And finally, the two princes agreed to pit their respective superior heroes to find the champion who will be in the title of Jago Sejagad.

"And what do you think of Nanda's continuation?" asked Ki Raganata rhetorically interrupting his own story.

Baskara coughed lightly, "Ah Ki, where do I know, did the two princes not accept when the champion lost?" said the young man.

"Just right! That's what happened, the hero fight they held as a comparison of the battle between the City of Western and Eastern Knights, they seemed to bet on the prestige of their city, so when in one year they lost their champion, when in one year they lost, every effort is deployed to give birth to new heroes who are without match, even finally using misguided ways!"

Baskara looked up, "I mean Aki, what's wrong?"

"Well, Prince Muksa the culprit, aided by a Mystical Expert advisor, he unseals the occult, the door of hell is revealed, and from it is drawn with the mystical power of one master from among the Devils," obviously the old man.

Baskara brushed to hear it, "What makes a nation of dedemites like that Ki?"

"Hush! Not dedemit! But the Devil, you know what it is for!? Yes obviously to be fought with his opponent. That was originally the battle of humans with demons!"

"Trus who won Ki?" cecar Baskara was curious.

"Obviously the Devil won, he slaughtered in a terrible way his combat opponent. And you know where the plan is?"

"Ki's terrible slaughter?" baskara replied doubtfully.

Ki Raganata shook his head, "Not, but the aftermath. The Devil reluctantly obeyed the orders of the Prince and his mystic, even wanting the entire western and eastern cities to bow to his power."

"What happened next?" ask the young man again.

"The great battle, the bloodshed, between the human race represented by the knights against the demon army. The magical gate that had opened could not be locked, tens of thousands of demon troops scattered out. Slaughtering every human she's ever seen."

Baskara turned left and right, "Now where are the demons Ki?" said lirih.

"The demon army was defeated, the magical gates were sealed again, but thousands of knights were slain by the ferocity of the demons, leaving only a handful, and the ravages of the Western and Eastern Knight Cities."

"So Ki, then why is this jungle smashed, not one creature is able to come out?"

Ki Raganata grabbed his bamboo glass, sipped it quickly, his eyes looking out at the distance of the darkness of the night.

"Because not all of them are slaughtered, there are still many who roam, at times waiting for human negligence, to spread the terror of death...."

Baskara's heart trembled, "Who does Aki mean?"

"The Demons of Darkness...."

Seriate.