Nusantara Throne - Senandung Kebangkitan
Satria

He did not remember his journey when he returned to Condok Temple via the riverbank route. Bringing Purnapana to the temple turned out to be a bad idea. He walked as slowly as a turtle, his ulin stick making it difficult for his steps through the rocks. They decided to return to the narrower dirt road in the forest, at least the dirt road made it easier for Purnapana to move.

            Chana the bobcat crept through Purnapana's shabby robe, sleeping face down on Purnapana's shoulder while occasionally sniffing Purnapana's white hair. Purnapana hair has a distinctive smell, a mixture of blood odor and the smell of wild cats.

They walked down the winding forest road. Satria felt restless, she thought of Asih and Sham. For a moment Satria wanted to turn herself into my love again and galloped through these forests. However, Purnapana will oppose it, the power is not used in a state of anger or he will lose his consciousness again. He did not want to become a beast tiger without a heart, he still had determination.

Satria walked down the path in a daze. For a moment she wanted to cry, What will happen next can be a disaster for her and her two best friends. Satria also wanted to get angry, why Garung could sniff faster than he had imagined. Are the soldiers of the archipelago participating?

Far behind the lush trees, Condok Temple is visible, and the sound of clanging sounds is heard.

“What else now?” Satria exclaimed to speed up the pace.

“Beep call again little sister,” said Harsya while stinginging.

Satria ran through the path, leaving Purnapa and Sham.

Outside the courtyard of the temple, the remaining slaves moved in the same direction, rushing to head to the source of the clanging thump with grim faces. The clump seemed to be pounding increasingly louder, calling out with a loud cry. There was no joyous look on the faces of the slaves, they were sick of waiting for a news that seemed to be the fruit of calamity that afternoon. Satria arrived and infiltrated the stream of slaves, trying to blend in and watch in silence. He heard the slaves grimacing, anxious and frightened.

A pedati came from the South gate, passing by leaving a deep wheel trail on the road. Dhanu jumped off the pedati, as a loud boom rang out. She was wearing heavy-looking copper jewelry and bracelets. The clattering sounds of the bracelets in his hands rang out loud as he gouged past. His oily skin made him look dark shiny in the light of day like a sparkling black gem. He walked towards the crowd of slaves, the slaves struggling to their knees while the moody guard soldiers violently whipped them.

“Give way a jerk!” shouted a guard, then the slaves rushed aside. Garung the deputy chief superintendent half-kneeled as Dhanu approached him with a fierce face.

“I heard there was a commotion here.”

“Anu Tuan, about the thief,” said Garung reluctantly looked at Dhanu's face.

“Clear.”

“Tarmigi the warehouse keeper reports that the warehouse is mischievous. At first he thought rats and cockroaches, but there were some empty baskets, rice spilled, fruit reduced, and the meat on the hanger disappeared.”

“Is there a possibility of coyotes? Or codot?”

“It is impossible because the coyote will leave a pesky smell in the warehouse, the fruit basket is empty as if someone took it cunningly, there was even a dry clove spill in the corner of the warehouse.”

Dhanu nodded, she was silent for a moment, but the veins on her face started twitching.

“We have a thieving cat in this temple,” he walks towards the crowd of slaves prostrating in tightness. Looking at those trembling faces Dhanu said, “look at their bodies; skinny, dirty, and certainly hungry. Who wouldn't be tempted to eat a blessed delicacy for my men?”

Dhanu stamped her finger on the chin of a frightened slave, she looked at him, instantly making the slave even more trembling.

“Justice?” he said raucous.

“Hamba does not steal Master, really.”

“Close your mouth!” Dhanu threw the slave's face until his body hit the slaves around him.

The hoopla began to happen, they stood crowded. Satria let the human current drag him back. The slaves were getting out of control, they knew Dhanu's wrath and his wrath this time was more terrible than the other guards.

“Stolen!” the word of the bodyguard snatched his whip at just any slaves who grimaced in fear.

“Bizbib slaves!” other timpal.

The atmosphere of the courtyard became so terrifying, Satria could only see the whip rope whipping fiercely in the air like a wave. The slaves groaned, screamed and shouted. Satria tried to retreat to the side of the gate but the soldiers were already waiting for them, with medium-sized wooden clubs, the soldier beat up the slaves who wanted to escape. They fell down, blood came out of his fractured temple, some had convulsions.

“Buck son of a bitch!” said the soldier.

Satria became panicked, she shuffled to join the crowd, sneaking among the bodies moving towards the statue of the god of prosperity. He was pushed onto the stone pedestal. His back was cringing and throbbing. He started climbing on the statue of the god. His thumb nail was broken and left a bloodstain on the statue's andesite rock, but he managed to climb up and cram the foot between the god's statue's legs.

“Civilized, you savages!” roar one of the slaves as the rampage of the whip whipped incessantly.

“What do you want?” a soldier said as the squeaky slave gripped his hand, he bit the skin of the arm until the red flesh of the soldier was clearly visible.

“Backed!”

A stone floated from the crowd, smashing into the eyes of the soldier, the instant the white circle of his eyeballs broke and red blood splashed, the attack made him fall. Seeing the opportunity arrive, the slaves vied to step on his head until the soldier's face was half-drowned on the thin grassy ground.

The action sparked the courage of the other slaves, they swarmed the whip-wielding soldiers. With their fleshy dry hands, they clutched the soldier like a rat trap, under the feet of other slaves creeping on his toes, the attack made them feel nauseous, until one of the slaves vomited one big toe.

The soldier screamed, he collapsed like a fat buffalo that lost balance. Another slave grabbed his whip and wrapped the rattan rope around his neck. The soldier thrashed in tightness, his huge fingers trying to scavenge the ground. However, the slaves won the number, it took three slaves to pull the whip rope until he was still not breathing.

Garung ran towards the crowd of dissident slaves while squealing incoherently. He lunged at the front side, shaking his claps at the sea of heads that were in front of him. The loud buk sounds horrible. The bamboo clump hit the top of the slave's head and made him lie face down instantly. The other soldier came forward and stabbed the slaves with his kris. Everywhere there is chaos as people struggle.

The kris made the slaves' courage fade, they lost their weapons. In view of all the possibilities, bare hands are difficult to beat sharp weapons. The slaves retreated leaving the bodies of his comrades, but Dhanu was already enraged. He tried to chase after the slaves and jumped crashing while unsheathing his rusty dagger. One, two, three slaves were killed by Keris Dhanu.

When he turned around, Dhanu saw a slave trying to drive by brandishing a chisel stone. Dhanu rushed to smash the soldier's face with his fist, breaking the slave's nose until his face crooked.

“Let's you dissidents! You think you can match my strength!”

Dhanu's roar echoed, making the slaves disinclined.

“Just know who the thief is then there is no more death! Say his name and you will be forgiven! But if you want this, I will gladly flood this court with your filthy blood, and the gods will bear witness to your death!”

The slaves were panting in silence, they lost their spirits.

I am the thief, whispered Satria peeking behind the crack of the statue. They die, they're gone because of me, I'm too cowardly to see this, and I'm all they want.

            “If no one confesses, this court will be an execution ground for all of you!”

            L'm...

            “Hamba Sir. Forgive them,” A soft female voice appears behind the guard soldiers' control.

            Dhanu nodded, her face looking as hard as a rock. The guards who heard, directly dragged the rough Asih, led him before Dhanu. The soldier's rough hands forced him to prostrate before Dhanu. He couldn't hold back his tears.

“This woman has confessed her crimes in the presence of statues of gods and humans, in this sacred temple. His crimes spilled the blood of loyal servants, as well as my loyal bodyguards.” The smell of blood rancid floating around Dhanu as she stared at Asih in disdain.

            “What to do about this cursed healer, Mister?” Garung asked after he spat, his mouth still tasting salty.

        “Judges.”

            Dhanu grabbed Asih's hair and urged him to look forward. “Look at those faces, how many lives have you saved in these fifteen years? and now many of them become dissidents and must die for taking your sins!” with a strong pull, he pulled the Asih hair tighter until it felt like the Asih scalp was almost peeled off. “You have a heart like a goddess, but order will never be forgiven!”

            Dhanu pulled a keris on her waist, within seconds she slit Asih's neck. The wrinkled neck was split apart crushing the pink blood like a mud shower. Asih's body was convulsing and she was unable to scream.

            Crowds of slaves screamed, and Satria felt her body as if it was shaking. He fell down, thrashed and roared. Satria wriggled out of the crowd while howling. He befell the bodies of slaves and guards. The bodies of the slaves squeezed around him, they were frightened and pushed against each other. Satria's tears streamed down her face, blinding her.

            A hand emerged from the crowd and clutched his arm hard, so tight that he had to fall down the umpteenth time. A face was brought close to his face, a plump face, and yellow teeth smelled foul. “His son Sir! His son!” the voice of the soldiers growled at him.

            “Bring here!” sahut Dhanu.

            The soldier shook him so hard that Satria's head was buzzing. He gaped and his body convulsed. Instantly the memories of Asih twisted in his mind. He remembered the story for years. Asih brought him pureed porridge because his knee hit a pile of red bricks.

            Satria was crying, unable to have to live like this. Why is life so hard mom? Why does God give us cruel life?

            For various reasons, I am sure. No matter how much of a pleasure his life, how rich his wealth, man will never be satisfied with his life. The world will always be cruel to those who never strive for happiness. Maybe it's not a pleasant thought, son, but that's the reality. That's how the world is set. Even though that cruel fate befalls us, don't we still have that glimmer of favor of Satria?

            Satria.

            Satria smiled. Can we change our fate before the day of freedom comes?

            Of course, son, and I hope I can watch you grow up and change the world.

Asih chuckled and rubbed Satria's hair.

            What if my mom was gone by then?

            Gone off? Where should mom go? While we together live in this temple.

            Go mmm, I mean, die.

            Asih laughs again, you're too thinking far, son. If that happens, you'll have to let me go.

            Go awayl.

            Nonexistent.

            Missing.

            The libertad.

            Retaliation.

RETALIATION....

            Dark black fog hangs in the sky Condok Temple. While the people in the court shuddered to see the fog that absorbed Satria's body. The heart of the satria beat rhythmically with its body shaking violently. At the same time, blackish steam seeps through the skin that is slippery due to sweat. Satria howled, her tears dripping from the corner of her whitened eyeball.

            Gray hair grew from his back, while his black hair turned silver with black stripes. His muscles grew so big that the soldier could not hold it anymore. They flinched backwards, gawking with dumb gazes witnessing even greater horrors. Bone-white claws grew from his thin, sharp and strong fingers.

            As my form of Mind changed perfectly, Satria looked at them with her cat's eyes. Her lips lifted, and she roared, a tiger-like voice echoing over the courtyard of the Condok Temple.

“Silumans! Demon!” screams of the soldier jolted.

But not until he ran, Satria jumped and pounced on the soldier from behind. With a loud bang he ripped his back many times until finally the soldier did not move. He's not gonna let them get away. He will capture them and tear them apart, until He removes their existence from the face of the earth.

Satria saw the other fat soldiers freeze, she plunged towards him and echoed her grief and accelerated her leap. The two soldiers were trying to curl up, but they were too slow to dodge a tiger. Satria bit her stomach and flew her entrails. Rain of blood poured from the soldier's body. He screams in pain but Satria does not care and turns the body on the other soldier.

Die... Die...!

With a single nail, the soldier's head slipped off and rolled between hundreds of the slaves' legs.

The crowd screamed and screamed. They run around like hot ants. The sound of the barrel clanging echoed, with lousy steps he ran towards the horse in the pedati.

“Sabur! Run on! Devil, there are demons in Mayakarsa!”

Satria could feel the minds of others around her. Fear and worry. But his anger, blinding his conscience. With a step cat Satria ran over the walls of the temple, until she arrived beside the pedati. Garung was riding on the sword had to fall when Satria howled in the darkness. The horses fled crashing into a swarm of human seas, people were thrown and trampled. However, Garung fell helplessly facing Satria, he dragged his body backwards while raising both hands.

“Ampuni servant, I will ensure your freedom, I swear..”.

The sale came to a halt as Satria bit her face, tearing it with her fangs until a fragment of garung's facial skin splashed on the green grass, leaving Garung convulsing with a choking spasm.

Kill... Kill....

Dhanu was stunned, she was still fixated while her eyes did not blink witnessing the death from the ferocity of Satria. “It should have been extinct, and the figure was hiding inside the body of this slave boy.”

            “Attack me beast,” said Dhanu. “I want to test you.”

            Pressure filled Satria's mind. His mind was draped in a dark fog and his body moved following his hatred. Dhan... Must die...

            Dhanu's muscles tightened as Satria ran towards him, leaping over the soldier's body and leaving a bloodbath in the air. One strike dodged Dhanu perfectly, Satria's tiger body rolled against the wooden pedicab until shards of wood filled the ground.

            “You're strong, but you're still a beast. Is that form just hitching a ride on you? I am very disappointed, because my love is a guard who is not as humble and weak as you!”

            Satria's concentration gradually weakened and Dhanu snatched this opportunity to force himself into Satria's reach. Instead of dodging, Satria howled towards Dhanu and instantly the wind pressure pushed Dhanu and dragged him down.

            “Witch,” Dhanu slammed. An agonizing tickle crawled over Dhanu's body as she felt the air around her becoming increasingly heavy. “The form of a demon with the power of a witch, you make yourself an enemy of King Mahardhika, boy slave.”

            Dhanu's hand clasped the handle of her keris. A howl of sadness sounded again from Satria's mouth. He sped up and pounced on Dhanu, and they rolled on the grass floor. Dhanu tried to land the piercing keris on Satria's right foot, but the heavy air pressure again ambushed him, immediately the keris was thrown and stuck far in the corner of the temple courtyard.

            In an instant, Satria bit Dhanu's right arm and tore it apart until it broke. Without thinking of anything, he flicked his claws at Dhanu's face and body alternately forming a red cross shadow. The attack happened continuously and did not stop, leaving Dhanu's body shattered.

            “It's enough.” The voice whispered in front of him.

            Satria almost jumped and she howled to the voice before her.

            “It is enough, Satria,” Purnapana said low, there is a deep pain in his voice.

            Satria frowned and withdrew from Dhanu's corpse. He opened his mouth and incubated, then sniffed the air wildly as if trying to track down the enemies around him.

            “Satria! Enough already!”

            Satria jerked, he again incubated looking at Purnapana.

            “Little sister, you have to stop,” sahut Hasya followed behind, seen next to him Sham who walked groaned in a row.

            “I understand, I understand your sadness, I understand that feeling, like when I look back on my failed times. But, I will not let that failure come a second time.” With his wooden stick, he walked slowly closer to Satria. Satria growled, but her body was calmer. Chana sizzles over Purnapana's shoulder.

            “Teacher,” says Harsya.

            Purnapana raised his hand, and continued walking.

            “I was devastated, my heart was like sliced. Once again I see hatred has covered your heart and your resolve, but I understand Satria and only I understand your heart the most,” Purnapana lowered his voice hoarse and slow, the blink of his tears dripping down. “But that power is there to protect those who live, protect those who are weak. Your foster mother has left like my people, like the fighters of the past, but we still exist. Fight for those who sacrificed their lives for us.”

            Purnapana got closer to Satria, until his face was only a few inches away, with long hands wrinkled, Purnapana stroked Satria's cheeks. Satria sniffed towards Purnapana, the tears coming out of its golden eyes, like pearls. While Chana sniffed Satria's face, licking the tears dripping from Satria's glowing eyes.

            “Don't let that power rule over you, shutting you down like a godly power shutting down Mahardhika's heart. But make that strength your determination to them,” Purnapana twisted his body, making Satria look at the corner of the courtyard. The slaves looked at him anxiously, weakly helpless, many stunned, limping, interest from the look in their eyes.

            The sun began to set as Satria retreated regretfully, she sniffed again and howled, this time her voice was lower. Black mist vapor shot out from his silver hair, within minutes his body returned to its original shape. Then Satria realized where she was, and the horror of the situation made her shaken. He threw himself on the ground and lay curled up. Hundreds of eyes looked at him, with curiosity filling the minds of the slaves, they tried to get closer.

            Only death can pay for freedom.

            Without a sound, the front row slaves fell to their knees. Old or middle-aged, skinny or helpless, and then the others followed, kneeling and prostrating.

            “Reviewer god.”

            “Reviewer god.”

            “God of freedom.”

            As Purnapana helped Satria stand up, the sound of slaves continued to echo in the court like a sow of drums, shouting the same humming. Under the dusk beam, Satria looked into the eyes of the slaves to know that they were his followers now.  For the first time in fifteen years, Condok Temple is a witness, along with the humming of the resurrection of the legend of the past.

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