Nusantara Throne - Senandung Kebangkitan
Epilogues
The hall room was filled with people sitting quietly around an elaborate ornamental table. The room's illumination came from the torches hanging on the palace walls, while a luxurious bronze tapestry covered most of the stone floor, producing an admirable shine.
On the table, a human figure bound in bronze chains hung strangely. The weight of his body was about the size of an adult man, his body spinning slowly so that he could watch the spies watching him with hate.
Someone arrived in the room, his arrival provoking eyes towards him, they stared in annoyance as all had been waiting for his arrival. He walked over slowly with a copper-coloured wooden stick, his face pale and wrinkled and very old.
“How is my advisor?” there was a clear, high-pitched voice coming from the end of the table. “Have you heard?”
The person who spoke was tall and burly, standing facing a statue of a lembushwana statue, his body shiny as if his body was made of gilded precious metal. He silently looked at the statue as fixated on the beauty and splendor of his father's animal rider. As Mpu Lodrok approached, his face glowed in the dim room. Has long dark bronze hair with eyeballs of similar color. His gaze was very cold and piercing. A dark feeling enveloped Mpu Lodrok as he felt anger emanating from the look in the person's eyes.
“Pigeon message arrives, Sire. Princess Nirmala has been found by Princess Sri Sekar, and they should now be on their way to the palace.”
King Mahardhika did not reply, he crossed his arms in the chest and continued to look towards the statue of lembushwana, “There again?”
“In the East, King Sanjaya died and was succeeded by his son, it seems like the condition of our allied kingdom is not so good.”
“That's not important, the East is just a land of dying human beings, pull back the Pragantara army from the East because that place will only kill more of my army. My adviser, I want to know more important news,” he replied, his eyes now staring at Mpu Lodrok, the highlight felt very sharp and dark. Some people in the hall room turned their faces away.
“About the news from the South,” Mpu Lodrok said in a shakes.
“Purnapana?”
“My love figure appears in Mayakarsa, he is not Purnapana, he is a boy, a slave boy.” Interest around the table peaked, some were silent and showed uneasiness. “But I can not be sure the truth, because all we know, my love is only a Purnapana since li..”.
“We do not know the little thing that my advisor,” Mahardhika turned the body, now his gaze is fixed on the people at the round table. “Fifteen years ago, I buried and drowned the dissidents into the dark earth. But I could have been wrong, I might have been careless, and I had a little idea about it.”
“What is a descendant of my love off?”
“You are indeed my smart advisor,” said Mahardhika. His gaze shifted on the body of someone who was spinning slowly, he was visibly immersed in his thoughts. “During this time, I went to great lengths, hunting down the remaining witches to the North and West, eradicating them and eliminating their existence from this land. But they are like red ants that develop from carrion crumbs, and chances are, these ants are dangerous and clever ants. Instead of living in the North, he chose to smuggle the boy to the South.”
Mahardhika raised her hand, then chanted an ancient language that the people in the room did not understand. Instantly his fingers twitched strangely, like pulling a thread in the air, making the hanging man's mouth slab loose as if an invisible hand was pulling it out.
The person was panting, but the look in his eyes was still as sharp as an eagle.
“You have lost Mahardhika, the liberator has appeared, he will overthrow your throne and your corpse, he is the light that will avenge us!” hardik the man immediately invited scorn from the audience below him.
“Is it Djayamantara?” Mahardhika frowned. “The light you're talking about is just a kid who doesn't know how to sharpen a knife. I admit, I am impressed with you, I did not expect you to be the shadow of the full moon in my palace. Didn't you smuggle those bastards on the day of my daughter's naming?”
When King Mahardhika spoke those words, his tone was like lamentation and misery. Some people could feel the cold pressure ambush, the calm look of Mahardhika actually ignited the fear of the people in the hall.
“Mpu Lodrok,” said Mahardhika, without a change in her voice.
“Yes, Sire,” says Mpu Lodrok which is low bending.
“Command Pragantara to Mayakarsa to hunt down the boy, I want Dharma to know, he must fully support this hunt,” His voice sounds full of malice. “If it is true that my love is him. I dare to guarantee, that boy is a descendant of Dotulong. The boy must die.”
“You won't be able to stop Mahardhika! The prophecy is starting to unfold now.”
The instant his voice came to a halt, something heavy suffocated Djayamantara's neck. Mahardhika looked at him savagely, her waiting eyes paying attention to that person's misery with a calm expression.
“The world is in turmoil due to the actions of you dissidents who cannot accept fate,” Mahardhika breathes a long breath. “Two times I cheated, and I can no longer bear this shame.”
Some people giggled at the sight of Djayamantara screeching.
“Is there still my bodyguard, my loyal servant, even my lady-in-waiting who is the Wikrama dog in this room? Confess or you will get my torment more than this.” There were whispers, they looked at each other suspiciously. However, the room was quiet again.
“There is no honor that exceeds anything other than your loyalty,” repeat Mahardhika. “For me, a traitor still deserves my respect.”
Mahardhika whispered again, this time the whisper sounded louder, the instant the bronze chain seemed to move like a snake. He released himself from the ceiling, moving to float carrying Djayamantara's body towards him. Djayamantara's face was pale, his skin was almost blue, but Mahardhika loosened the giggles on Djayamantara's neck, enough to make breathing room for Djayamantara.
No one laughed this time, there was only anger and contempt implied from the king's face. The cold hand moved to grab Djayamantara's face.
“There is no future light for you Djayamantara, because all my opposers will end up in this hand.”
Sparks of blood and exploding bones filled the corner of the room. Djayamantara fell hard on a dark bronze tapestry. Some people jumped from their seats, the ladies held back screams as they shuddered in horror at the face of the king bathed in Djayamantara blood.
“You want to play fire with me Purnapana?” murmured Mahardhika coldly. “I will serve you, I will raise my father's lembushwana and do.
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Series
NUSANTARA THRONE
‘Home Resurrection’
will continue in the second manuscript ;
NUSANTARA THRONE
‘Light War’