Hans the Blind Witch of the Aksara
Pre Aksara

BETWEEN MAN AND DRAGON

Rumbling sounds filled the entire land, the place was covered in dark clouds that blackened the blood-drenched land. While lightning was springing up on one side and the other side of the sky, vultures were flying low as it smelled the smell of blood.

"Go!" A man stood holding a spear in his right hand, wearing the mahabhusana wilwatikaputra[1] the upper part of his body that was not dressed was covered in blood. The golden necklace that was tightly attached to his chest formed a garuda bird that was stretching its wings.

Thousands of corpses surrounded his body, not the enemy, but his troops!

"Kanjeng Gusti Prince, mihon apunten (please apologize)!"

"We all live with you!" The remaining two hundred troops looked at him and replied simultaneously.

"Kum!"

"Koe as powerful as kandani ora gelem ngerungokno?!"

(All of you are told not to listen!"

He cursed with the language of ngoko because of an unstoppable anger, a look of fatigue on his face.

"Go! You don't understand, Raden Mas keeps crying without stopping! If you stay then he will die too!"

"If he dies, what have we been fighting for?! If even a hair falls from her, I will not be able to forgive myself! I'd better take you out on my own!" He rubbed the head of the little boy who was still crying at the hands of one of the troops, but then raised his eyes and looked at the hundreds who were also looking at him.

"Lunga (Go)!" His words violently pulled one of the leaders of the troops under him then pushed him away. Jiha flowed deras out of her body pushing the troops away from her, she herself tried to hide her cries.

"It's good to be at war with you, to the second world, to see you!"

"Soul! Shiva!" The little boy in the arms of one of the soldiers let out a small scream while crying. His little hands were trying to reach towards the man.

He reached out his hand, knocked on the boy's forehead and immediately began to fall asleep. His little eyes were still trying to force open, to look at him.

"Protect the nephew, protect Raden Mas!" He stared intently at the two hundred remaining people. They looked so reluctant, yet with a heavy heart ran as hard as they could to leave the place.

"The pick-up team has been waiting in Exeter City, meet them there!" He said as he left them, the thousands of corpses that were previously scattered on the ground slowly stood back up.

But their eyes were black, filled with darkness.

The man stood carrying a spear drenched in blood, drops of blood inching down onto the ground from the tip of his spear. He stared at the twenty thousand troops that had followed him, now his own enemy. Like a paper boat that was about to sail across the ocean, his body was impressed so small in front of the sea of death!

In contrast to the knights from the northern lands who formed the jiha into their armor, he only wore the crown prince's oversized trousers and cloth. While jiha and his actions he forms in the form of weapons.

"Hyang Widi, protect my nephew, love his life! Perhaps someday the archipelago will no longer be just debris that people may forget.." He looked up at the sky, without realizing that his tears were dripping. It was full of sadness slashing at the thousands of humans who threw its body at him.

"Sorry.."

With his two hands he swept through the ranks of the living corpses that continued to attack him like a rushing wave. Like slashing himself, the face he knew he slashed with his own hands. Pronouncing one by one their names, he destroyed the soldiers who followed him in the battle between life and death.

The swords, claws, teeth of the corpses tried to hurt him but were useless because his body was stronger than steel.

The sheer number of enemies he faced, however much he tried to block them from passing through, hundreds of them made it through.

He jumped into the air, jiha, the universe energy residing in his body bursting out loud. On the back of his hand were four brightly glowing golden stars. His body was enveloped in a bright light, as if he was a human-like star.

The spear in his hand seemed to break itself, becoming three huge spears in the air.

"Geeaaaaaaaaa!" He shouted loudly, the three spears then grew bigger, one of the four stars on the back of his hand dimmed. Three spears measuring fifty meters each rotated following the swing of the spear in his hand, like propellers mutilating the undead trying to pass through it.

"Destroy it!" He shouted, and at that moment the three spears that were still spinning were filled with blue flames that scorched thousands of undead who did not stop even though the fire destroyed their bodies.

While all of that was happening, a black dot appeared in the dark cloud vortex. The longer it got bigger, revealing a dragon with a body reaching a hundred meters in length. It has two large wings with two smaller wings behind it. The dragon had six huge horns from its nose to the top of its head, it was the mastermind of all the undead that rose up and attacked it.

"Damn it!" Said the man, he bent his body as if he was going to squat. But then threw his body up, up to hundreds of meters up. The dragon maneuvered in the air, twisting its body to increase its mass, the man's spear he swung towards the giant dragon. The dragon did not stay still, it swung its tail.

The star on the back of his hand was only two that emitted light, his body was filled with blue flames as well as the three giant spears that moved quickly in the air like a fighter aircraft that was maneuvering.

"Dead you!!!" Shouting, the three spears were about to pierce the dragon from three different wind directions.

"Rawrrr!" The dragon roared loudly, to the point of making the earth tremble, he then used both of my magnitude to cover his head and body until he lost the ability to fly. The three spears hit the Dragon's body, making it fall stronger and faster from above the sky.

The man was still in the air and was quickly about to hit the earth, but he did not stop there. He formed a huge spear of a hundred meters in size with all his jiha, leaving him completely exhausted.

The spear was enveloped in a blinding blue flame, its heat made the dark clouds even burn and evaporate, the light began to pierce through that blinding darkness.

A huge spear with characters that filled the entire body of the spear shot through the air, its enormous size making the sound of air swiping sound like the roar of lightning.

The duarrrrr!

Dust smoke billowed thickly on the ground as the great dragon slammed into the earth, plus the three fire-filled spears seemed to explode as they clashed against the body of the dragon. His tail and head occasionally peered out from behind the thick dust, but the huge spear created in the air quickly rained down on him.

The spear struck the dragon, the energy behind it sent a puff of dust smoke crashing down to reveal the dragon's half-destroyed large body, burning by the fire enveloping the giant dragon.

The man smiled, while his body fell out of the air, he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

The thick smoke then dissipated from the wind, the dragon that lost half of its body suddenly moved.

His big eyes opened again, he opened his mouth while screaming loudly. He opened his mouth and attacked the figure of the fallen man Aru air. As his massive body crawled out from the huge hole formed as a result of his previous uniform, his claws alternately pierced through the surface of the steep ground.

**

The entire army ran with all its might, but the corpses and evil creatures seemed endless.

"Captain!"

"You go and take Raden, we'll stop them!" ten small squads spoke as they left the captain, fifty of them running to their deaths. Making a fence with their bodies and blood, gave the captain a little time and another hundred and fifty people to escape.

"No!!" He shouted, but did not stop his steps which were actually getting faster. Her tears alternately dripped onto the little face that was sleeping in her arms.

"See my brother!" He held the boy stronger.

Even so, that line of fifty people was unable to do much. Their screams and shouts were all that remained and were imprinted on the ears of the other soldiers.

"For the Nusantara!" They cried out before the bodies fell and fell to the ground.

"Captain! See you in second life!" Fifty others came out of line and took defensive positions!

This time the captain said nothing, he just sobbed and continued running. The sooner, the more he gets out all his jihanya. He made the ground he was treading, as if trying to run from a reality so vile and depressing.

"Captain! To you we've got Raden!" Fifty other people said, the sky turned black. The night seemed to come faster than it should, her tears drenching her collar and shoulders of war. The remaining fifty people also gave one farewell, but they did not make a guardrail but each carried a lump as if holding the boy the captain was holding. They ran in various directions, making the body collection confused.

Above the sky the sound of dragons was heard making the atmosphere even more gripping, no one knew what would happen to them. It was as if darkness and circumstances silenced the voice, silence and occasional screams of death filled the entire icy white land.

**

A boy trying to get out of the arms of a soldier, he is not an ordinary soldier but the captain of the army which is now stretched stiff. His blood was frozen by the cold temperatures that were able to freeze the small rivers. The boy tried his hardest to free himself, when he managed to open his eyes and find the corpse of the soldier who had a hole in his back.

"Perman... Omani.. Wake up..." He shook his body many times, but the captain never woke up. He was crying, terrified in the cold and darkness. The fear that made him cry even harder, at first he thought about staying there. But the sounds of wild animals made him even more daunted, he turned around and ran away.

But when he had only stepped a few meters, his feet were like stepping on something, "Krak!" like the sound of a branch breaking, but it feels chewy when his thin shoes come into contact with the object. He looked down, found that fingers were frozen that he was stepping on, he cried out. As if hearing his cry, the sky rumbled, along with lightning revealing a huge mountain before him.

The mountain that will be imprinted in his deepest memories, the mountain of human corpses!

About this boy and his future, who could have thought?