The Angkara Murka
The Ten Verse Warrior Book
James' body stiffened. He felt his body slowly go deeper into the swamp, and indeed that was the case: his body slowly sank drawn by the roots of the trees. The figure of the long-haired gimbal with blood pushed James from above so that the helpless body sank faster.
James wanted to scream but was unable. On one side of his body sank into the mud of the swamp, on the other, the figure revealed a pale face as white as paper, a pair of wide eyes that filled most areas of the face, and a pair of thick lips from within that were sticking out a pair of fangs covered in blood.
The body of James James was finally swallowed by the swamp, disappeared from the face of the earth, followed by the figure of the terrible woman who entered into the swamp. Leaving behind the sound of an owl followed by the angry cries of six people who were hunting and were about to kill him.
On a different island, Satria Piningit wakes up in the middle of the night. The figure of a giant Jin Obong filled the hotel room where he stayed.
The ghastly figure whispered to Satria Piningit, "The Commander of the Birds ... Commander of the Birds ... Commander Bird ...," he said repeatedly until his figure disappeared with the wind.
...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...
James was standing in a vast field which he believed was a forest. However, instead of the verdant trees that exist, instead both of his feet were immersed in a pile of ash that was so thick it reached the eyes of his bare feet. The trees were burned, leaving embers twinkling and smoke rising over his view under the gray sky as the sun was unable to pierce through the flying dust and ash.
The branches of trees crackled broken were devoured by fire and fell to the ground.
At first James's view of James was faint, but it gradually became clear.
He's not alone.
There are many figures that appear slowly like atomic particles: they begin to stick together and become solid.
James saw that some people were crawling or walking bent from behind charcoal and coals. Their bodies change into animal forms such as crocodiles, coyotes, panthers, giant snakes or bears. But all the animals were visibly seriously injured. They move unnaturally and stumble.
Wanting James James to rub his eyes together to make sure what he saw. But both of his hands were raised close to his eyes because he then saw other figures coming.
Two figures floated slowly in the air then fell to the ash-covered ground not far from where James was standing.
At first he thought the two flying objects were two birds or bats, but in fact he saw two human heads. Two female heads.
James James jerked. His blood flowed to his brain.
The two women's heads carried with them other organs such as the heart and lungs that hung from her bloody neck. The faces of the two women were pale white and dirty by the blackened ash. A pair of fangs sticking out from behind their upper lip. They were like fish thrown to the ground.
Not yet had James Yakob ease his surprise, he was surprised again by hundreds of other figures that were dark like shadows. They stand behind the smoke with a very diverse shape. Some are tall as trees, large as mountain rocks, small as thin as a midi, short as a child or shaped as normal as ordinary adults.
That figure was a normal man. His body was not very tall, nor was it short. The muscles of his arms and legs are covered in a tight face. It could be said that his entire body was filled with various forms of black soot or blood red tattoo except on the inner thighs and armpits. Even his neck and face were adorned with these figures.
He wore a red and black loincloth that was tied in such a way that left a sheet of dangling cloth covering the front and back.
Every time he walked, there was a clinking sound from the little bells of his calf bracelet.
His stern face was slightly weaved with the crown from the carcass of an ivory hornbill whose beak was sticking out like a hat.
"Pangalima, Commander of the Birds ...," said James Yakob lowly.
Those words just came out of his mouth.
"That's the name you gave me, but I'm not your creation, even though I exist because you want to. I am not your subordinate, even though I am not your leader either" the figure said without opening his mouth. His voice pierced through the air and went straight into the heart of James James.
"I'm neither someone nor something, but I'm everything. I'm not what, but how. I never came because I always existed from the beginning of this created world. I'm not far away, but I'm clearly far away. I don't think even though I know. I'm not what you see, not what you feel because I'm not in shape even though you need shape."
The head of James seemed to rotate. He was confused by similar words rhyme poetry puzzles that need to be interpreted. Heran, although it sounds so strange, briefly his brain percolates the meaning of every speech without the voice of this mysterious figure perfectly, as if he understands very well what he hears.
Slowly the sky cracked. A glimmer of streaks of light pierced through the flying smoke and ash watching the burning trees around James.
He had thought that there was only fire and burnt leaves at the tops of the blackened dry trees, it turned out that what he saw now was tens of possibly hundreds of human skulls hanging or planted by the branches of trees.
The blood of James was frozen. There was a kind of strange sting that drove information blindly into his brain. The information is like a frame of a documentary that plays at high speed.
He knew that one of the coyote-shaped creatures was named bahutai, a stealth dog, while the giant snake was called Nabau. The two female heads that had fangs and fell to the ground were a pair of my ghost, a terrible blood-sucking misguided science.
The flow of knowledge continued to enter his brain but he had not succeeded in sorting and choosing. It was as if his body would explode if it did not succeed in stopping the intake of such information. He seemed to be whispered even sometimes heard a shout that explained the various types of supernatural beings present in this burning forest.
The clattering sound then increasingly sounded clear. The figure of the man with the body covered with the figure was already two fingers in front of James, making him surprised and fell.
James was lying on the ground. Ash covered his body. He sank into a thick pile of ash, leaving his nose to breathe, while his eyes were poignant as ash grains fell from the gray sky.
It was with these two eyes that James saw the Pangkalima standing over him, straddling him.