Dvesas
Wilisgiri's

Bansheer's fleet arrived at Dwipajaya port. They were greeted by dozens of indigenous girls who were forced to dance to welcome their arrival. The people present there did not smile to greet Bansheer. Their faces looked tense. Angry, sad, disappointed, with their new leader. 

The people were not taken care of, the tax became very high even Bansheer requested that a special temple for him in the middle of the city. They are forced to work beyond the burden they can bear. Boys go to war while beautiful girls are dragged forcibly to the palace.

"Piyush, get Ankush here!" shout Bansheer.

Ankush, the burly man who was the foreman of Jiwang's workers came to face.

"It's time we took over Wilisgiri" Bansheer said, his eyes glistening greedily.

"That ridiculous myth must end soon in the era of Bansheer's rule. Don't let anyone stand in the way of us taking Wilisgiri. Get rid of demons, giants, or anyone else in the forest" Bansheer shouted.

"My lord, Daneswara has four surviving daughters. The rumors I heard of one of her concubine's sons are still alive" Ankush replied.

"His daughters don't even care about Dwipajaya. Their faces were not seen on the day of the massacre. His son all died in that terrible fire what else are you afraid of?" ask Bansheer.

"Alright my lord, I will prepare an army to open a path to Wilisgiri" Ankush said in a salute.

Ankush prepares troops and all equipment for the opening of the road to Wilisgiri. They're moving towards the border.

*****

"This is a map of Subala. We have kinship ties with Indrajaya, Nepal, and the mountains of Kashmir. King Gopal is my father's cousin and little friend, a spy. The mountains of Kashmir belong to my uncle King Sadewa a war strategist. That is why even though his territory is not managed much no one dares to disturb his territory. The kingdom of Mahasrirastha on the Nepalese peninsula belongs to its twin King Nakula who married the empress of Nepal is also a water strategist. Our position will be strong if they help" Saksenya explained.

"No need to memorize it. I'll give you a large, small and separate replica. Teacher Krishna will take her to you" 

Gayatri nodded in agreement. He looked at the other books in the room. Subala's history, Subala's reign, Construction and travel, until he arrived at the royal genealogy book and the book containing the biography of his father Saksenya.

"I wrote the book" His witness took the biography of his father, handed it to Gayatri. 

"Can I read it?" 

"Please" 

Gayatri read the book, diving in word for word. He imagined how his Saksenya witnessed his father's last breath. The pain of the writing was conveyed to him. Gayatri attributed the tragedy to his Saxon attitude, and to the present-day Subala kingdom. The red thread is complete. 

His silly smile covered the sadness and burden he was carrying. The choice to serve Astapura so that there will be no more wars involving Subala. He also tried to calm Indrajaya when King Gopal was insulted. On the one hand he prepares himself to be a good leader in the future.

His saxe hugged Gayatri not when the girl was about to ask. His witness hid his face on Gayatri's back. Asking the girl to be silent to receive the flow of love through the heartbeat and warm embrace of her burly arms. 

Gayatri understood the sadness. He lost his parents, he refused to see the fact that the bodies of his loved ones had stiffened and melted into ashes. He couldn't even see his mother's father's legacy being ruled by a stranger who didn't know himself. Ever since they were born, they had assumed the responsibility of being the successor to the leader in the land, now he was hiding like a coward.

Gayatri stroked her Saxon arm that was still holding her. Gayatri swore Bansheer would die in his hands.

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