The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter One
The young man in his early twenties walked slowly and carefully through the dark forest at the foot of the mountain around the countryside. His pair of gray canvas shoes had been dirty by the trip for hours before. He had sniffed the magical air around this village a few days ago a dozen kilometers away.
Both of his arms pulled apart the branches of trees that were flailing like skinny fingers. The ground he was treading was pitch dark, but the half moonlight tried to enter through the tall and dense tree leaves with an attempt that seemed futile.
The young man's heart was pounding even more. An ancient evil, backed by a force much older than man himself, creeps into the skin behind a shirt covered in his dark jeans. From the sling bag that was firmly attached to his body, he took out a pinch of jasmine flowers. He cast a spell in Javanese and threw some petals of the flower to the ground.
"Sang kala ireng sang kala lumagang, the sarasa karasa sira apasang sira anut marang ingsun, .." he said.
His left eye twitched. He spat on the ground and reached back into his sling bag to retrieve a bottle of mineral water. He drank the water, but he did not drink, instead he poured the water around him.
"... white virtual substance, sira metuwa," he said chanting the mantra back.
The piercing cold, the sounds of crickets and night beasts were heard slowly. Usually in a normal place, the sound of night creatures in a quiet area must have sounded crowded unpretentious, but not in this bastard night. He could not even hear the rustling of leaves or grass by the wind blowing. Although the cold pierced to the bone, no wind blew.
Patiently waiting for something to happen. He's sure of it. His mouth was muttering while he was sharpening all his senses, "Ana kidung rumekso ing wengi ... Escape the bari kabeh, ..."
There was a female figure floating above the tree right beside her left. The woman was dressed in bright red. Her hair was half-coupled, others were disheveled. Both of his eyes were red and looked sad, but his lips showed nothing. She looks beautiful and horrible. Blood flowed from both eyes.
The young man closed both his eyes, making his sixth sense open. When it was as dark and as close as this, he needed his sixth sense more than the others. "Jim satan datan purun .. go for the lost pan."
The figure of the woman in red slowly faded, disappearing. He suddenly reappeared hovering just behind the young man who closed his eyes but was aware of it.
"It's here ...," said the astral woman. His voice was flat but gave the impression of a great tribulation. Makes anyone who hears it goosebumps. Ordinary people would definitely run away to hear it. The figure of the woman in red opened her pair of lips, grinning, then a terrible laugh came out of her mouth.
"Shut up! I know," replied the man trying his hardest to remain calm while still closing his eyes.
A stinging stench gushed in the air. Slowly the man heard the rustling sound of dead leaves on the ground, three vipers sped out of nowhere towards him. A swarm of mice smelling of squeaking carcasses overlapped walking with their four small, disgusting legs accompanied by a group of scorpions stopping less than a meter in front of the male's feet. The snout of a crocodile emerged from behind the roots of the trees, making other slithering animals get away. This beast seemed to be shaking off and giving way to something that was to come.
The face of the floating female figure that was actually a red kuntilanak was grinning increasingly more terrifying. Bluish veins poked from the skin of his cheeks and forehead. He made a stand for the fur of Rome. Once again he said in a frighteningly flat voice, "He is here ..," his voice echoed in the man's brain.
In front of him, he felt a great energy changing the atmosphere of the place, as if a magical door had opened. He slowly opened both eyes. It was then that he saw ten to fifteen fireballs the size of a fist appearing scattered around him. But a burning fire does not burn, tends to dim and twinkle like a broken street lamp.
He took off his jeans and threw them on the ground. The air that was all freezing cold suddenly turned so hot that it quickly instantly. He twisted the brain, then cast a spell with the more ancient Javanese language, ".singa barong hi jihiku, tiger kingpin hi gigirku, elephant hagung ri dha-dhaku, etc, metu dark hi panonku ..."
He felt another figure appear there, right then, floating down from among the trees. Kikik the red kuntilanak sounds increasingly wild, as if welcoming the arrival of this figure.
Now he could see something coming, the shadow of the trees, branches and animals that came in a magical way. The figure was struck by the weak light of fireballs flying head-high.
The figure of another woman.
His long hair reached the ground, with a flower ornament on his head. His waist and stomach were wrapped in a scarf cloth, the rest of which was layered thick and long dangling covered the lower part of his body until it swept over the ground and trees, while the upper part of his body was not covered at all, showing a pair of long hanging bosoms. A necklace with tooth ornaments and fragments of a human skull smashed his neck.
The young man tried hard to look at the woman's face. He succeeded and found the figure of the woman looking at him sharply.
Both eyes are wide. There's a fire looming there. When he opened his mouth, from all his rows of black teeth flowed a thick red liquid. The blood!
"City ... Ibuuu ...," the red kuntilanak sizzled.
The young man felt his knees weaken. He fell to his knees and his shoulders fell.
"Queen of leak science. The mother of all the beasts that lay in the mud, fly in the darkness of the night, dive in the murky waters, and breathe in blood. You are the Queen of Calonarang" whispered the young man as slowly as he cast a spell.
The woman he thought was the ancient figure of Queen Calonarang raised both hands and slowly floated flying closer to the man, "Soemantri Soekrasana ...," he said the young man's name as he heard a rustling sound from his neck before the head with hair all over the ground was removed from his body and pounced on the young man.