Dvesas
The Mist in the Sky Dwipajaya

Bansheer drove his chariot to the palace. Watching the body he pulled on the train. Blood and pieces of flesh filled all the way to Isatana. 

Arriving at the palace, they surrounded the palace. Paramitha who heard the cue outside the palace gate stopped her steps.

He sharpened his hearing for a moment. 

"Keep circling the holy fire" said Paramitha.

Paramitha gave a warning to the palace guards. They began to pile straw, dry leaves, curtains, and all the cloth in the palace in the courtyard where the holy fire was made.

"deng, deng, deng" three times the sound of a gong.

"Tear down the gate of his palace!" piyush shouted at the soldier who had been crushing the wooden door with a large tree trunk.

Mpu Wiyasa who heard the sound of a gong, then turned an iron lever like the steering wheel of the captain behind the stone door of the secret library of Dwipajaya. With great difficulty he finally managed to unleash one of Dwipajaya's weapons. The ground around the palace gate suddenly collapsed and knocked down the soldiers who were trying to open the door. Some of the soldiers fell on the tree trunk and died.

"Climb the palace walls!" banseer's orders.

He left his chariot and moved in search of a gap, climbing over the wall. On top of the wall, Bansheer fights with the rest of the royal guard.

From a distance there were many people lined up. Bansheer ran towards the place looking at what was going on in the palace courtyard.

Bansheer sped up his pace. The holy fire and the inner haystack Bansheer looked at the objects in the courtyard.

Paramitha realizes Bansheer's presence from behind a closed sari on her head. He immediately poured fuel on the straw. 

"May God accept us" Paramitha told the women.

"The time has come"

"No!" bansheer shouted as Paramitha ignited the straw that was nearby with a torch filled with holy fire.

The fire spread quickly and began to burn.

Paramitha, the Swastika and the women walked towards the fire with smiles and happy flashes in their eyes. 

"No, no, put the fire out!" yell Bansheer again.

But their steps drew closer to the fire and fused into the flames.

Bansheer approached the fire to rescue one of the young women who had joined the blaze but was too late. Only the tear of the girl's sari was left in Bansheer's hands.

Bansheer sat down limply staring at the charred charred bodies engulfed in flames. There was no sobbing sound nor the roar of pain that Bansheer was with. Piyush and the remaining soldiers searched for sacks and water to put out the fire. Niente.

Until late in the afternoon, Bansheer remained there watching the fire that had not been completely extinguished.

"Clean this mess. Move all the ashes of the corpse into a big jug and throw them in a ganga with the body tied up in the carriage" Piyush whispered to the soldier at the place.

"Sir, calm yourself down and start building this kingdom" Piyus said.

Mpu Wiyasa heard the sound of rattles, brooms, and shovels in the palace courtyard. 

"Eventually everything is done" inwardly Mpu Wiyasa.

He pushed the stone door the only way out of the place and locked it. He finished his last writing then rolled up the parchment, placed it on the table with a royal seal.

Mpu Wiyasa sat cross-legged in the middle of the room which was quite comfortable for him. He closed his eyes and began to cling.

A breath of gasping combed the border of the Wilisgiri valley. Adhiyaksa continues to comb up to a sufficient height. He looked at the black fog in the Dwipajaya sky. His chest was tight, all his family had been slaughtered. He bit his aunt strongly, holding back the anger and sadness that rumbled in her heart.

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