The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
29. Kelam Palace
Towards dusk in Kakilangit. A swarm of crows flew between the dark sides of the palace buildings, calling out the worn-out gallows in the barren expanse of foul-smelling, stuffy and always silent land.
Almost no one crossed the place that no one ever wanted to come there, unless forced to get to the gate of Kakilangit Palace.
Vegetables chirping hoarse crows perched on the tops of the poles. The figure of a human riding passed by. The roar of horses in the dimly lit towards night, headed for a palace. Arriving in front of the main gate, he got off the horse, then threw a password signifying the identity of a man.
Old and dimly lit, the most powerful person in the Kakilangit Sect, Paduka Jayasinggih, had been waiting for the arrival of a servant to deliver a satisfactory important news.
A person who was waiting, the servant wearing a dark robe, entered the hall guarded by several bodyguards. He approached Paduka standing facing the window, both eyes glaring out of the silent palace courtyard. The state of the palace, as dark as it has been in the last decade.
”Hamba salutes Your Majesty,” a servant is behind Your Majesty. The man bowed respectfully and anxiously feared the look on his face.
“What's up from Tanapura? Lately, I heard news from the beacon guards, about a light horse suddenly emerging from the flames during the execution of a disciple there. Explain to me what it is, Sanca?” pinta Paduka Jayasinggih, then turned towards the servant whom he called by the name of Sanca. The old man was so low that he bent his back.
“Really, Sire. Servants have also seen with their own eyes about the incident,” Ki Sanca replied.
“What exactly incident have you seen there?” ask your Majesty again.
“Hamba concluded that it was ... a kind of magic,“ without much courage, quite a bit of face lifting while still looking down, Ki Sanca answered his master's question.
"Magic in Tanapura?! Ha ha ha!" strangely, upon hearing that, the laughter of Lord Jayasinggih exploded. Then he got back tense.
“Magic ...?” the rest of your laughter turned tense, not at all interpreting the pleasure. Fretful worry appeared on his face.
“Really, Sire. Magic is amazing, only this time I saw magic as great as that in Tanapura,” replied the servant Ki Sanca justifying, unexpectedly it offends Paduka.
“Hmm, should I tell the Jealousy about this? He did not hesitate to tell you to lick the Sword of the Maar. Is that what you want?” said his majesty, glancing at the sharp lyrics of his eyes towards Ki Sanca was considered wrong to speak.
Ki Sanca shook her head, shaking her back. Hearing the Sword Maar mentioned, made him grimace in fear, “Ampun, Sire .. I dare not,” quickly he bent his body lower again to the point of kneeling.
“Do not say that there is anything beyond the magic prowess of the Jealous. Keep that in your brain!“ continued Paduka Jayasinggih upset his anger expressed on Ki Sanca.
He called it a figure with the nickname The Jealous, the guts of Ki Sanca.
Paduka Jayasinggih unsheathed the tip of the sword to the neck of Ki Sanca, “Be .. right. Only Your Majesty Jayasinggih, the Lord of Kakilangit, the only owner of the great power in the world with the Jealous One,” Ki Sanca's voice trembled even more, unable to hide anymore because it was really scared to be at the end of the Sword Maar, even though the tip of the sword touched it.
Again the heavy laughter of Paduka Jayasinggih echoed throughout the room. Drawing his sword.
"I'm recording your report. If it proves your vision is wrong, I will cut off your tongue with the Sword of Maar!” threaten Your Majesty Jayasinggih. During this time, hundreds of servants died in vain each time to make him disappointed despite serving decades. Ki Sanca only a handful of servants remained.
“Although, I dare not lie, Sire!” ki Sanca said while sleepyly knocking his eel to the floor many times.
“Go, do your next job! Stay alert, lest the people of Tanapura kiss your disguise!” resolute Highness Jayasinggih.
“Good, Your Majesty, I will do it immediately,” said Ki Sanca. Soon afterwards, he immediately lifted his feet as quickly as possible afraid of his majesty Jayasinggih changed his mind, considering that many servants had been killed after all the sacrifices, after all their fate ended at the tip of his sword.
There really is no other choice but to become the servant of the Majesty who considers himself as the only superpower.
Not long after Ki Sanca left the place, another person appeared from the same main door where Ki Sanca passed away. A man of good stature, long hair on his back, carrying a stick tipped with silver marble, and wearing an iron armour lining a white robe. His arrival has indeed been awaited by Jayasinggih.
“Lately my dreams have always been dark, the wind is blowing strong from the west. Leaves fall. I felt very empty, dry but stuffy. As is true, the river in my country flows blood water to my bed. Then suddenly ...,” story Paduka Jayasinggih momentarily stopped.
“Then what, My Lord?" that man called to your Majesty. Though not just anyone is allowed to call your Majesty just by calling ’Tuan’, except this one person.
“I saw the boy come and speak,” despite his hesitation, Sire Jayasinggih continued his sentence as well.
“That boy, although his body disappeared as if dead, but his soul never remained silent and his anger never lessened in the least. What does my dream mean?” ask Chairman Lowakruyo. The man was silent for a moment.
“The boy said, doom will come in Kakilangit ..," continued Paduka Jayasinggih, glaring his eyes indistinctly at the roofs.
“Doom will come in Kakilangit?” heavy muttering Lowakruyo voice, followed by Paduka Jayasinggih mangosteen in anxious and restless mind.
“What does my dream mean?” ask again, Your Majesty Jayasinggih giddled his eyes at Lowakruyo.
“If it does not deviate from my vision ..I see the shadow of the Boy of Catastrophe in the vicinity of the village near Mayapadhi,” both eyes Luwakruyo sniffed sharply, his forehead wrinkled, remembering the recent events during his hunt
"There is a spark of light on the surface of the water in the vessel, the more rounded and enlarged. My eyes were on Tanapura who I was reading, the light was coming from there," said Paduka Jayasinggih believing in the prophecy of the servants of the witch faction.
“My dream when put together with your vision. That boy is alive?!” tekuk Paduka Jayasinggih, can no longer wait to hear the explanation from Luwakruyo immediately.
Luwakruyo's eyes glared sharply, “Curse, great power and powerful weapons will appear!” continued. Luwakruyo was not only capable of great combat, but also had an extraordinary inner eye.
“Eaagh!” the wrath of his majesty Jayasinggih broke, his mind muddled in a sentence he did not want to hear.
“Omong Empty! That boy is dead!" yell out, my lord Jayasinggih.
”Fuck with the Boy's curse! Nothing is proven from the mad ragau of that Mad Fire and Catastrophic Boy!" majesty Jayasinggih's breath up and down, soaking up anger mixed with overwhelming fear, emanated from his round and reddened eyeballs.
“I am the ruler of Kakilangit, the Master of the Sword of Maar. No one can conquer me and my country. Whoever dares and opposes, I will destroy him. There's no reason to fear Tanapura or anyone else in this land of Jawata!" raging smugly, Paduka Jayasinggih blazing out loud, breaking the silence of the dark palace hall.
"Tanapura has the Pasvaati Heirloom, it needs to be taken into account" Luwakruyo said, calling it a famous heirloom weapon and has long been a hereditary legend. His power became a myth among witches and the Kanuragan people.
“Tanapura keeps looking for Pasvaati Heir. Who made it first, Tanapura or Kakilangit?" asked Luwakruyo quipped.
Yours offended. The sword in his hand almost spoke.
"I'm not a servant. I'm just an accomplice to being a mercenary. If I am killed, then my millions of troops will be the weapon behind attacking Kakilangit. So, think about it carefully. As long as you pay, we will still call you Master and fulfill all your purposes," Luwakruyo said undauntedly before Paduka Jayasinggih's sword.
Loosening your anger. He lowered his sword.
"Take your gold!" sire's Order. Glanced towards one large chest filled with gold.
"I want that Boy of Disaster captured alive. Don't fail again!" exclaim Your Majesty full of wrathful angkara.
"Don't worry, you will get what you want" Luwakruyo replied. Shining happy to get a chest full of pure gold.
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