THE DIMENSION GUARD
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A while ago....

In a luxurious house at the foot of the mountain merapi with a building made of old teak wood, this deep brown pattern becomes a place for an old man to live.

He is Susuhunan Prabu Anyakra, an ancestor of the Mataram clan who now prefers to live alone in a village from the foot of Mount Merapi.

Sitting in an upright position, a stocky body full of muscles, all the villagers would not believe if the figure of the old man was almost 90 years old. But this was real, Anyakra's grandfather used the power of inner strength to prolong his life and all the exercises he went through to strengthen the body's foundation.

Right in front of Susuhunan's grandfather Prabu Anyakra, a man who is equally old, but clearly visible differences between the two of them. The man is Anshori, 70, a friend of Anyakra to fill his free time in the old age.

The complex facial features, tense head veins and legs move up and down as a sign of Anyakra's grandfather being agitated. Only, what happened made the atmosphere around them heavy.

The hand of the old man from Grandfather Anyakra's comrade began to move forward, his face showed a smile full of certainty and said..."Checkmate... You lost again Yakra."

"Si* alan, why can't I beat you, old man." Say grandpa Anyakra with a limp face.

"You're both old... Be allowed in the fight you are very strong and invincible, but for chess, you are really easy to guess." Reply with a satisfied smile.

"Yes you're right. If it wasn't for your help as a schemer when we fought the enemy, I might have been easily defeated."

But at once the look on his face changed...."It's the past, we're both now just old people who spend their free time playing chess."

"I still want to feel the fight like I used to." Reply Anyakra's grandfather remembered the events in his heyday.

"Yes maybe you're right, I haven't felt the thrill for long."

While they were talking to each other, the cell phone in the pocket of Anyakra's grandfather rang, a contact name that appeared to open his eyes wide.

Of course, only a few important contacts who specifically know the mobile number, including family, old friends, female friends and comrades in arms.

"Askar ... You rarely call me."

'Grandfather Anyakra, I'd like to ask for your help.'

"Oh, what is it... As long as it's within my power, I'll do it."

'You once told me, if in ancient times, your ancestors from the Mataram kingdom became one of the people who did the three-dimensional sealing.'

"Yes that's right, so what do you want."

'Registration about the incident at the time.'

"I see, inside the residence of the Mataram clan still keep it, but I can't give, because it becomes a historic treasure for our family."

'No, no, I don't want to take it, but can I read it.'

"If it's just that, I can show you."

'Is that really ?.'

"Of course Soldier, you actually saved my clan back then, I'll avenge whatever you want, as long as it's still within my power."

'Thank you grandfather Anyakra, so I will go to the Mataram clan.'

"No need, let me pick you up, just send me your address."

'All right....."

*******

And here they are, here they are,

Everyone was clearly astonished about the special attention Grandpa Anyakra gave to the figure of a young man who was no older than 17 years old.

It was a surprise to find out that he was a special military force that saved the clan during the rebellion.

So did Erdu, he refused to believe, but in reality, the grandfather himself said all that. Walk close to Soldier for curiosity in the mind.

"Askar..." Call Erdu.

"What's Erdu."

"Is all this true, if you're a member of Raynor Avya's special forces." That's what Erdu wanted to ask.

"Okay, what do you think ?." Soldier Reply.

"Why are you asking back."

"Because I can't say it, and also Anyakra's grandfather has given a warning." Soldier answered with a smile of his own.

"All right....." Little did look of dissatisfied face from Erdu.

But what can be done, when the grandfather has said, then the consequences if not obeying it are really real and apply to everyone.

Different from Erdu, Nura gave another view to Soldiers, yes he remembered, really remember the coup incident, when the rebels controlled the residence of the Mataram clan.

Anyakra's grandfather, the higher-ups and their father were traveling out of town, certainly without the protection of the experts, it became the right situation to attack the Mataram clan.

And when knowing the condition of the clan in trouble, Anyakra's grandfather asked Commander Zam for help, as well as his acquaintances in the Mataram region.

With only one person sent by Raynor Avya's special forces, all the Mataram clan rebels were successfully paralysed, and rescued Nura who was held hostage.

Erdu and Agra who were in hiding certainly did not know anything, therefore the Soldier was quite aware of the familiar face of Nura that he saw, after so many years of rebellion events ended.

"So he was the one at the time..." Nura muttered that smiled to himself.

The treasure storage room of the Mataram clan, was underground, with a two-man guard and a twenty-centimeter-thick iron door. It was impossible for anyone to steal it, as there was an automatic defense system that sent a signal directly to the police station.

Using a fingerprint lock, retina eye and password twelve characters, then managed to open the door, and clearly there are quite a lot of obsolete objects stored in the glass cabinet.

And Soldier was taken deeper into a glass box with two scrolls full of ancient Javanese script. Full of caution when Grandpa Anyakra opened the glass box and took it to give to Soldiers.

"This is an archive of the Mataram clan from the time of the ancient kingdom." Grandpa Anyakra.

Soldier took it ...."Let me read this file."

"Oh... Can you read it soldier."

"Well, I've learned a lot about history and culture." Soldier replied with a smile.

Soldiers unrolled thousands of years of age, despite being well cared for, but time did eat up everything, some words in the scroll were barely readable.

'when the light of Surya was swallowed by the darkness of the universe, the high sky collapsed carrying the fear of humans. They came, bringing calamity, a sea of blood on the pulpit of power, screaming at each other for help, as if this was the punishment of the power.....'

Soldiers have only read one part of the ejection roll that may be the beginning of three-dimensional emergence when connected.

Taking the second scroll, the soldier read it again.

'And he is the one who brings hope to us, .. refers to himself as the 'guard' .... Dav.ra, using the eight-way wind-eye artifact, entered all three worlds and locked them in order to save us.'