The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
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Trumpets echoing the space. Giant bells are also being poured. Frenetic sounds of the objects were timid. Guard troops lined up tightly along the towering fortress. Crowds of commoners crammed behind the barred door entrance. From the towers of the four corners of the magnificent building, where the arena arena is usually held fighting, it appears that important people were also present to witness the event to be carried out an execution of a boy.
Silent mood. The ground in the middle of the ring area shifted. The door of the chakras was covered in thick dirt and sand, getting wider open. Four executioners emerged from behind the depths of the ground, clattering their heavy and burly steps while dragging chains around the body of a helpless boy.
The body of the teenage-year-old range boy, wriggling on the sandy soil. Both his hands and feet were shackled. Full of bruises and rinses all over his body. The executioners didn't stop whipping.
”Bocah Catastrophe!”
”Rebellion. Assassin. Disaster bearer!” shouted an executioner among them. His voice echoed in all directions. Everybody heard it.
”Execution behead of punishment!!” exclaimed the executioners again, while standing firmly in the middle of the arena where the slaughter pole was waiting. The trumpet groove of the fortress echoed once more.
The torture was momentarily stopped. The main gate of the rink area was opened, then a man in black robes appeared, while leading a horse riding a man with great dignity and fear. All over the country called him Paduka Jayasinggih, the Ruler of the Kakilangit Sect.
The horses entered the middle of the arena, followed by a row of soldiers accompanying the front and rear. Meanwhile, a man in black robes, more attention to the people who witnessed the arrival of the entourage. They moved into the middle of the rink, then stopped right in front of the slaughterhouse to exude a young boy who was drowning. A new executioner after tying him in front of the pole, then pulled the rope so that the boy's body is forced to kneel and bound.
The black-robed man opened his face veil. A face unfolded, looking foreign to anyone who saw it first. Wajat pale white, a pair of narrowed eyes without eyebrows. Blue veins crept around his forehead and jawline. His entire body was covered in a long black robe until it swept across the ground. The black-robed man approached the boy lying down, up to a distance of several steps. The black-robed man smiled sinisterly, at the sight of the boy who was about to be executed, seemingly suffering greatly. Right in front of the boy, the butcher and executioner were on standby with a large machete in each hand.
”Today, the form of power of the Great Lord Jayasinggih!” shouted the black-robed man, once it threw a rancid smile, accompanied by a wide range of hands and aimed at Paduka Jayasinggih on the saddle of his horse. The Lord Kakilangit threw a glance at all the people who were present in the arena arena. Then the look in his eyes fell on the boy. Of course, there is a reason if someone who is the most powerful in Kakilangit, must be that close to the boy who is soon to be executed. His face looked cold, signifying an overwhelming victory. Grasped a sword in your hand.
Sing ....
The sound of the sword came out from the scabbard. Cold bone slashing. Simultaneously, the black-robed man and the bodyguard troops instantly bowed down a sign of submission and fear.
“Bocah Catastrophe!” said Paduka Jayasinggih, ”It turns out that the Blue Spirit is not in you. It is regrettable that I was fooled all this time!” sire Jayasinggih watched the boy's face stretch in pain.
”But I will forgive you if you hand over the Underworld to me,”. Quite audible around the troops guarding nearby.
With the rest of his strength, the young boy raised his face. The face is bitter yet quite tough. He stared slowly at the big high Lord Jayasinggih sitting on his horse. His lips were trembling and speaking.
”Down, if you want the Underworld so badly!” said the boy while enduring the pain with a firm smile.
”You're even reluctant to touch me!”
His majesty Jayasinggih pulled the boy's hair to a long stretch. Then followed by a sharp clatter of swords breaking up chunks of stone as a test of his sharpness, breaking the tension of hundreds of people watching.
“Could you rather die at the end of my sword?” majesty Jayasinggih's voice sounded flat but very threatening. While showing off the horrors of his sword, brandishing it aloft in front of everyone watching.
The boy looked calm, not warted. The glint of the sword in Paduka Jayasinggih's hand was quite dazzling. Never once had he felt a faint tremble at anything, but under the shadow of this sword alone, he could feel how cold and slashing it was. The boy lowered his face to avoid the painful glint of the sword. His back was full of bruises, looking trembling.
“Excellent, Disaster Boy! I will end your life ..”, said Paduka Jayasinggih touching the boy's skin with the tip of the sword in his hand.
”Last time, I gave you one chance to hand over the Underworld. Then I will forgive you!”
The boy curled up in silence and the winding of steel chains. Fresh red streaks imprinted on his back.
”Take your last chance! This is merely the form of a forgiving Majesty!” The black-robed man shouted out firmly. While the four hangmen are burly, ready to be on standby with your command.
Slowly the boy raised his face again. A faint smile once again adorned his tired face in pain.
”Sekar Wening is very beautiful,” the boy's answer was out of everyone's minds.
Jayasinggih turned his gaze towards one of the towers. Seen a princess, Sekar Wening his name. The beautiful girl stood on one of the levels of the castle tower of the arena rink. Hatred emanated from his stare. That beautiful face was like being forced to watch the execution that day.
Feeling played, Paduka Jayasinggih began to run out of patience. His eyebrows rose, looking dejectedly at the boy staring towards the princess in one tower.
”My team will come. Khaaarg ...,” suddenly the boy grinned widely, his voice hissing like a snake. Surprised, the boy's fang teeth appeared. His majesty Jayasinggih and the guards nearby instantly took a step back.
“Nothing ..., nothing in this world is everlasting ...,”
Hissing the boy's voice chanted a strange broken sentence, resembling long sleep songs. Occasionally he choked with gushing blood out of his mouth, then he resumed strange verses.
”We who live before death, armed with love. The Durjana is busy mastering his time. You're all fooled by the power. Fruit longing indelible smile a thousand years.”
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