The Thousand Mask Warrior

Dying

Blood bubbled from the mouth of Siam. The view is half on earth, the rest is either in heaven or hell. The figure of Jayaseta right standing towering in front of him with a spear clasped tightly.

But Siam was a warrior. He realized that he was most likely dead in a fight or battle. He tried to smile in his strength. “You ... You are great, Ja .. Jayaseta. I .. I admit it,” he said broken. “I envy you. You still have time to face many. You can still spend your time. But ... You're not a god, Jayaseta. You have a weakness. One point later you'll realize that your life is as cheap as mine. Please enjoy first your glory and worry about the health of Dara .. Dara Cempaka because there will be someone who takes care of ... take care of Al ... Almira ... there,” said Siam at length. His face suddenly became sly. A cruel grin flashed across his dying face full of sweat, blood and breath gasping for breath.

“Badness!” jayaseta. He did not expect Siam was still able to attack him even in a dying state. His words became a sharp weapon capable of wounding him.

Until now, Jayaseta still can not accept the reason for the great plans of the New Duni involving him. Why are they still sorting themselves out to pursue a Jayaseta. They are like the feet of an octopus running everywhere. They know the intricacies of Jayaseta's life. This time Siam named his wife Almira. Of course it adds to the wrath of the warrior. On the one hand he knew that the bluff alone that Siam had given him, on the other, he also thought about that possibility.

Jayaseta lifted his spear and threw it straight into the thigh of Siam until the lamb's eye made up for the flesh and broke the bone.

The cry of Siam echoed. His death seemed to be delayed because the sting of pain spread throughout his body through his nerves that woke suddenly.

“You do not deserve my honorable death, Siam. You are right, I will enjoy my days, live my life and follow my destiny journey. I will face many enemies and many difficulties. Maybe the special people next to me will die before me. I will be sad and suffer. But, as a member of the New World, you should also know that it is not new to me. The people around me are dead. There are also those who betray, like you for example. In fact, I keep going and face it all. Now, I'm allowing you to enjoy your own misery. You can't be saved, Siam. Your back has been broken, so many bones in your body. This spear wound on your thigh will drain your blood slowly. You're gonna bleed to death. If anyone finds you, you won't survive!” jayaseta reply is the same length. The horror has covered his soul.

“Sialang. You bastard, Jayaseta! Kill me now. You can't let a warrior die this way,” exclaimed Siam. He did not shout with supplication, but with threat. He still acts cool until death is coming down to pick him up.

Jayaseta looked towards Ireng, approached then patted his shoulder. “Sorry, Ireng. I'm sorry you had to go through this, Ireng. But indeed Siam is not at all the person you and I have been hit with,”, said Jayaseta. He walked quickly away from the place. “SOon. We will wait for you,” Jayaseta said before actually leaving Ireng.

The Javanese man looked at his dying friend.

“Ireng, help me immediately. Kill me immediately. I ... I can't resist this,” said Siam.

“I wonder why you have been able to deceive me all this time, Siam. I didn't even know you were good at lightning. You are one of the warriors with secrets but with the name of a master. I know you're my best friend. But now I have everyone I need. I have a master and a friend, Siam.”

Siam chuckles. “You ... You haven't studied, have you? No friends .. no. no friends .. no friends, Ireng.  All is only in the interest,” said the dying man. He laughed so hard he coughed.

Ireng shook his head, then turned around. He no longer listens to Siamese pain and soreness behind him. He wiped away the puddle of tears that was about to fall on his cheek, then ran quickly away from the place.