Last God
They Come

Later that night, Raiman and Tarji were sitting on a stone fortress directly facing the canal. Both of them were satisfied to devour one basket of fruits.

"Geeeee!" Tarji burps while stroking his distended stomach which is already full of fruits.

"What a joy Man. Well, so drowsy" said Tarji, then he yawned.

"You see that? The big boats lined up, the big lights and of course the pretty dancers on the pier. It is so beautiful, so grateful that we were born in this beautiful country. Even those of us who only work as laborers in the market can live a decent life."

"Yes I told you, this is all because of our excellent King" Tarji said. Tarji's hand still picked up a grain of wine even though his mouth was lazy to chew.

"I thought, how will our King be abdicated and replaced by a prince. The foreign prince is not necessarily as wise as our King" Raiman said with a worried look.

"Ah, you're this, don't think a no-no. Come to the square again, he said there is a party of music and dance from the kingdom of Hujjr," remember to that the eyes and mind of Tarji literate again.

"Said you sleepy. Anyway, later we don't go to the tent again to sleep, like last night."

"Even, it's easy to sleep on the grass. Comeing! You know for yourself, the women of the Hujjr kingdom are beautiful and plump, hehehe!" Tarji also attracts Raiman. Among the people who still passed by, Raiman who walked lazily nudged a flat boy. The boy fell and was immediately helped by his friends.

"Ouch! sorry, sorry!" chirp Raiman while trying to help the boy to wake up. But the black-robed boy's friends forbid Raiman.

"Already! Already, it's okay. Next time, you walk carefully" said one of the boys. Raiman felt something strange. The boys are so cute. The number was dozens and the clothes were the same, an oversize black robe with a head covering. But what made Raiman feel weird the most was, one of the boys said. Like the words of an adult.

"You guys should be careful. Still a kid at this hour!"

"Had, had," Raiman led Tarji away from the strange boy. Tarji who is still babbling and still grumbling it managed Raiman take away. The boys stepped back slowly and regularly. Sometimes Raiman turned his head and watched the movements of the boys. His movements are slow and often seem to whisper with others.

"That's weird," muttered Raiman. But Tarji heard it.

"Weird why?"

"Ah is already. Come on, the show's about to start."

***

The giants are gathering in the field. It seemed to be being briefed or strategized by his warlords. Their machete and axe are big. But most of them were armed with cudgel. The circumference of his mace was as big as a 25-ton concrete pendulum. Balanced with their bodies that are 5 to 6 meters high. Like the initial agreement, they are tasked with breaking down the fortifications so that the army of half-ape humans and others are easy to enter and attack. As well as the army of half-ape humans, they were busy smoothing out arrows and sharpening swords. But what the Hobbits do is different, although there are also those who hone weapons, the task of the Hobbits blend with humans by resembling the form of children. Previously they were busy concocting poison in some large kwali. Some of the Hobbits were seated cross-legged, circular. They cast spells. The atmosphere is so noisy.

Different from its allies, the Rawarontek almost entirely blend with the audience and visitors in the square where the competition was held. Because indeed their forms are no different from ordinary humans, they can blend in. Even chairman Derg, always sitting in the middle of the other audience.

On the third day of the competition, there remained three princes who had not yet fought. Patih the kingdom of Atlantea is so responsible and invincible, even though his age is no longer young, he is still able to make the princes to their knees.

"Now are there three more, what if one defeats Patih? While the two haven't fought yet?" Ask Tarji.

"Yes, one by one against the one who defeated Patih," replied Raiman. Her seriousness watching the competition was always interrupted Tarji's questions.

"Oh,"

"It's quiet, the fight's starting to get tough."

The Patih fell down with his mouth bleeding. He was hit by a very hard blow from his opponent. His opponent this time seemed to have high martial arts. His movements were fast and almost invisible. The king looked anxious, as did princess Kemala. His mind kept on swirling, "Is he going to be my husband?"

"Horeee!!! Prince Anggara is great!!" the screams of one spectator broke the silence of the audience and were greeted with low boisterous and cheers of other spectators. Especially the royal family of the Anggara prince. A big smile adorned their faces.

The Patih rose again with fatigue and prince Anggara did not waste the opportunity.

BUKK!

His kick hit the chest of the Patih and so hard his kick, the Patih back slammed and fell on the dusty dry land. The blood that flows combined with dust and the sun really makes it dizzy and can not rise again.

"Hore!!!"

"Practice lose! Patih lost!!!"

"Damn!" Tarji hit his own palm. "Coach lost to Man," Raiman beside him also looked disappointed.

The atmosphere was suddenly gloomy, only a small part of the audience stood up and cheered happily.

Kemala tiptoed from his seat. Two bodyguards and a companion chased the Princess.

The princess entered the room and slammed the door.

BRUK!!!

The fight is over and the winner has been announced. But there are still two decisive matches and that's in person tomorrow morning.

"I don't agree, if the prince wins. It's an item, ugly again. Not very suitable with the Princess," complained Tarji as he left the stands, scattering with others.

"Hus! Keep talking to you, so is he the king's son" said Raiman.

***

A small bird, flying free and perched on the stone balcony where Kemala was. The bird is agile and not afraid of Kemala or he does not realize that Kemala is human. A glued Kemala is like a statue. The slippery and perfectly smooth porcelain statue seems to be in distress and deep contemplation.

I really wanted to be that little bird. Free to choose a partner and fly here and there.

"Mr Princess, soon after dinner," a gentle and polite voice disturbed the solitude of Kemala. The owner of the voice was either a ladyboy or a companion. His stature was exactly the same as Kemala. Suddenly he found something in his mind.

"Tomorrow, before sunrise, you come to this room yes" said the Princess.

"He's the Princess, But-"

"You have followed what I say" said Kemala as he moved.

"Come on, which clothes should I wear now."

"Here is the Princess,"

***

Gani darted to meet the young lord Hilbout who was negotiating with the leaders of his army. From the bow and arrow troops, horse troops and other troops.

"Good news sir, Patih has been defeated. Tomorrow is the determination of the winner and the day of our attack" said Gani who suddenly appeared while bowing respectfully.

"Alright, we are very prepared," replied young master Hilbout then raising his sword while shouting.

"Victory is in sight!"

"I am the Hannom people! hail the Hanomites!!" greet the dozens of leaders of the army of half-ape man and followed by thousands of troops behind him.

"I am the Hannom nation!!!"

"I am the Hannom nation!!!"

Gani smiled knot and took a step back then darted out of nowhere.

***

In a different place, the king of Fardal who was with 4 warlords of the Giant spoke so seriously.

"The plan of our communion is to destroy the intalation of the holy grail and kill all the kings who have drunk the holy water. So that no one can live eternally and become an invincible god. That was the original plan, so that all nations could live peacefully and harmoniously without any one nation above the other. But," until there the king of Fardal looked at one by one the commanders who were with him who were sitting around a large stone table.

"But anyway, we have our own plans, as I said yesterday. You ready?"

"Ready man!"

"Well, we're very ready,"