THE FIRE DRAGON WARRIOR
CH 4'S. The History of Dark II
"My name is Angkar, the warlord of the Blood Moon squad of Partungko Naginjang kingdom. We came to this village to bring home a royal fugitive with a little boy. One of you should know where they are, we've been trying for a few days in the best way we can. But it seems that none of you intend to work together. You are so useless, you are no longer needed" cried Commander Angkar while remaining on the horse he was riding. The extremely dense killing aura he emitted made the feathers of each citizen stand, the women crying as they pleased while the men were unable to withstand the tremors of fear from his body.
" But sir, we really don't know who the Commander is looking for. Please let us go, have mercy on us, sir". A thin-looking citizen dared to speak even though his voice trembled as if stuck in the throat. Cold sweat did not stop flowing from his body.
"What's your name?" Commander of Angkar. " I'm Sundanu Sir, I'm just an ordinary farmer, I'm the father of two daughters". Said Sundanu in a stammering voice. He deliberately asserted that he only had a daughter to emphasize that he did not fit the criteria of the wanted man .
"Then the Kingdom no longer needs you". Said Commander Angkar while drifting from the horse he was riding. Commander Angkar darted almost imperceptibly as he quickly floated before Sundanu. The sabetan sword of the commander immediately separated Sundanu's head from his body. At once all the citizens were screaming in fear watching something they had never seen before. Fresh blood flowed around the body and the ground where Sundanu's corpse lay.
"That's an example for the man who played no part in this quest. I should not have covered my sword with this useless blood" Commander Angkar said casually while cleaning his sword on Sundanu's clothes.
Eight people have been executed. Without such a trial the Kingdom would do when it would sentence someone to death. Residents who wait for their turn to arrive can only cry and some are just silent with blank stares either because resignedly or it could be because his soul is no longer in harmony with his body watching the slaughter in plain sight.
Children and the elderly who were not far from where the citizens were gathered could only thrash and scream to witness the massacre. Indeed, those who are gathered for interrogation are only those aged 25 to 30 years. But other residents were forced to witness the massacre, hoping that one of them would speak out and provide the necessary information to the group.
While Mr. Malawu , the 50-year-old village head was locked in his house with tight security. His body was covered in punch marks and sword slashes. Her two-year-old daughter's mentor was held by her nanny. Mentari's mother died in childbirth and until now Mr. Suliwa decided not to marry again. The love for the wife he had been married for 20 years made him survive to not marry again. When pregnant Mentari, the age of her mother is no longer young. Maybe that's what kept her from giving birth to her daughter.
There also stood watching the massacre from far away Sabeni's grandmother, none other than Hasea's grandmother. Sabeni's grandmother clutched her Cucun tightly while closing the eyes of a 4-year-old boy, yes she is Hasea.