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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
The Enigma of the Mind
"Naan Unnai Neenga Maattaen, Neenginaal Thoonga Maattaen" - The Poet King Vaali
Sena woke up completely drenched in sweat. He dreamt himself to be in the company of Suganthi and while admiring her beauty, Lalli came running towards them. She abruptly stopped mid-way, the white frock around her chest started to turn red. She looked at her father with trembling lips and tears in her eye, while the stain was slowly crawling all around her dress. Sena ran towards his daughter and when he reached Lalli, a monstrous flamming face with red snake eyes hanged itself inbetween him and her. Sena opened his eyes. He shivered violently. The nightmares were back.
In peak hours of the night, Sena sat weeping in the dark on the floor of his home, when a cat settled down by the small window. It seemed restless and suddenly panicked and jumped away. Sena reached for Arha, the sword that was handed over to him by his Father, dry blood still stuck to its blade. Sena walked out of the hut and looked sharply into the night. He heard movements, footsteps over dry leaves. Creeping from the ill-lit surrounding, about twenty human figures with hooded mask cricled Sena. An ambush, Sena gripped Arha. A black clothed stranger attacked him first with a long pole. Sena was suprised; not by the strike but the charge which confirmed Sena that they were not Agents. He elegantly blocked the force from the stick with his empty hand, at the same time spun Arha into the air and caught on to its blade when it landed back on his palm. He pushed the pouncer with the handle of his weapon, caring not to wound the amature fighter. Swinging his sword in reverse, Sena chased away the fake ninjas, except one. He pulled his temporary prisoner by his collar and removed the hood covering his face. He was startled to see a tribe teenage lad under the mask.
"You were present at the Malai Kadu Thiruvizha, I ..., I know you", Sena said with assertion, then he let him loose, cleaned his clothes and begged to him, asking what had happened the previous evening. As soon as Sena released him, the youngster escaped into the jungle. Sena chased him, but he was quicker than Sena. Sena yelled.
Nothing made sense to Sena. First, all the corpse before him along with his love and Red Sponge. Next, Arha floating in a blood bath - since the night at the woods saved by a stranger from his kidnappers, Sena had not seen Arha. Now he is standing holding it again, he had no clue how Arha had found him. Moreover, he wondered why the tribals should attack him while he was sure they had come to kill him. There is only one way, he had to find out who had blacked him out during the festival and Sena knew that the key to unlock the path was present inside his mind.
Sena beleived that his unstable mind should have captured an existance even when he was blinded. Sena reached his shelter, sat in a corner and tried to concentrate by closing his eyes in order to shut himself from the present world, but all he could recollect was horror mixed with agony which distrubed his constantly. Unable to focus, Sena stromed out accepting his defeat.
In the unilluminated time, Sena saw a distant illumination, he crossed the darkness to reach the House of God - "You will one day, everyone will", Suganthi's voice echoed in his ears.
Inside the House of God, a pleasant calmness took over him. He was at ease when he closed his eyes, and after a brief moment he heard the whisper of the candle flame. His mind transported him to the events that occured to him at the festival :
Sena saw himself searching for agents admist dancing clowns, peacocks and horse riders. Two hands launched a dark pouch over his head. His back struck on a rigid plate - the fake horse body dress. The one who had blinded Sena was disguised as a horse rider. Sena felt coldness around a small area of his neck, the person was wearing a bangle, copper maybe.
One hand - the left one - pushed him from the front. The push was hard but something soft envelopped the pusher's hand - the peacock disguise.
Sena heard foot steps, - two people were marching - the ones who had pulled him along. A third stepping joined, which should belong to an aged person; Sena heard shells clanging - a lady. She was preparing something as her movement back and forth seemed tensed. Through the tiny holes of the cloth covering his face, Sena saw a fragile hand holding a small bottle. An eye was floating inside the flacon. It blinked, the same time Sena's head was hit by something hard.
Blackout. A while after, Sena felt hot, too heated up than the scorching sun.
Sena confrimed the presence of three people - two men and a wicked female, who had involved themselves to capture him at the Malai Kadu Thiruvizha. He doubted the woman to be a part of the Guild, but the grip of the other two strangers was certainly a trained one from Pachonthi. Sena stood staring at the emptiness before him. He steadily walked out of the House of God.
The shepherd boy sat on the rock surrounded by his sheeps who were feeding on the pastures. He raised his head to check for the person who was launching stones at him. Another pebble landed right on the back of his head. Angered, he swung around, his gaze rested on nothing particular. When he truned again, a bearded stranger in light red clothes was standing before him.
"You were not that hard to find, Kid", Sena tried to be friendly. He put his left leg on the rock and placing his hand over his knees, Sena bent close to be face to face with the scared shepherd boy and said in a menancing voice, "I am listening".
The only survivor from the festival massacre narrated the horrors he had witnessed to Sena :
The celebrations went on peacefully until the evening. He had met Sena along with his father whom the Flamming Monster had later slayed mercilessly before his own eyes. Under the setting sun, when the torch were lit, many woman and children gathered to prepare for the 'agal vilakku' (mud lamp) decoration, when the beast showed it's ugly face. Many tired to escape but were chased and crushed by the devil with red serpent eyes. He had managed to roll over staying motionless under the piles of dead bodies. After hours of painful cries and screams, silence restored itself in the valley and he had ran back to his village.
"Monsters don't exist Kid. It is us who make demons out of ourselves", Sena assured to the blinking youngster.
"Did you witness the fate of my wife and child", questioned Sena, to which the teenager shock his head no.
After a deep breathe Sena asked him whether he recognised the Flaming Monster, and the shepherd boy nodded his head yes with tears spilling from his eyes and running down his cheeks. Sena waited a beat and then asked him where he could find the barbarian who had savaged the innocent people.
The sheperd boy hesitantly raised his hand and pointed his finger directly at Sena.
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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
Burning Dreams
Sena sat flat before the two headstones place over the ground grave of his wife and daughter. On the head stone of Suganthi was carved :
பார்க்கு மரங்கலெல்லாம், நின்றன் பச்சைநிறந் தோன்றுதையே [parkku marangalellam, ninran pachai niram thonrudaiye]
All my sins melt like the mist when you shine
Over the marker of Lalli, Sena sculpted :
மார்பில் அணிவதற்கே, உன்னைப்போல் வைர மணிக ளுண்டோ [Marbil anivadharke, unnnaipol vaira manikal undo]
Will join you when everything is right, That I promise, to be with you before you turn off the light
He did not punctuate his sorrow with a dot in the texts of the inscription tombstones.
Sena had not yet come in terms with reality, a wall of guilt surrounded him, and he knew that only avenge can shater the iniquity. He returned back to the valley where the carnival turned into a carnage. There were few stiff bodies still lying over the ground - either a whole family tree had been uprooted that no one was left to pay them their last respects or their relatives were scared to walk into the soil feed with blood.
Sena looked around him. There were a hand full of curved creatures crawling over the corpses, one looked directly at him with its scarry face and big eyebrowless eyes - there was no sign of hair on it and it barely had anything to cover its body. Few more rambling deformed bodilies joined the staring quadruped and they all slowly moved forward towards Sena, their creepy sneak defined frightening. Sena gripped Arha which was attached to his Pachonthibelt, but released it's hold when he noticed that the advancing group were not critters but humans. They assembled four-footed around Sena, he could clearly see the gore lavishly exercised on them. One of them spoke in monoword manner between heavy breathing :
"Food." (she made a food hand gesture) ; (pointing at the food court, she uttered) "No Food" ; (placing her finger behind to show the mountain, she said) "People." ; (she bit her half teeth, air gushed out in her voice and she talked effusively) "Wicked Woman".
No tears ran from her eyes, eventhough she looked genuinely sad. Sena was disheartened. What more horrors were these jungles hiding ? Sena thought. The group moved further away from Sena and disappered into the thick forest.
Sena started to unearth the truth behind the massacre from the place from where it all had began. He stood at the center from where he had been pulled away by firm hands. He retraced the path which led him into a small hut, where he took note of the corner he had been knocked-out. He identified small foot prints on the ground, following which he was standing before a broken bark of a tree used as a bench. Under it, lying on tha ground Sena found a Bleeding Tooth seashell. Pocketing it, Sena examined the heavy footprint that started from the nook leading him straight outside into the area of slaughter.
When he was out the hut, the strong foot mark spread everywhere on the ground before him, which angered Sena knowing that it was his own footsteps.
Sena wandered the ground aimlessly, just like how the cursed crawlers were roaming a while back. Sena searched everything but did not find any other clue from the crime area. Sitting flat on the ground surrounded by cadavre, Sena contemplated Flaming Monster, as described by the shepherd kid.
"If he was the killer, how can he be ablaze and still alive", Sena got up at once and hurried towards the food court.
To his suprise surplus foodstuffs and refreshments were lying on the table, but the deformed beings informed him that there was no food. Looking at the state of the items it struck to Sena, "No Food" meaning non consumable. None of the eatables, fruits & meat, had signs of deterioration nor they were flies and inscects feeding on them. But most of the food items had a trace of white sediments over their surface.
Sena wished his primary analysis untrue. He took a hand full of water and smelled from it, that confirmed the contamination of psilocybin mushroom. The presence of psychedelic substance in the ailments provoked the white powdery coating over them. The psychoactive drug can be easily extracted from the shromps that grew deeper in the jungle, that had acted as an agent to provoke hallucination amoung all those who had consumed even a bit of the food or water in the festival, they all saw Sena ablaze as the Flaming Monster.
The dosage was a mix with some other psycho enhancing product to create a collective hallucination as every victim should have seen the same scary image. Morevover, Sena was sure of not being affected by the shroom effect. He should have been under the influence of another highly vunerable and violent drug which gave him strength and came with a side effect by damaging his memory cells.
"Who could produce such a hallucinogen capable of producing such an effect, being both stimulant as well as excitant", Sena pondered and when the revelation occured, Sena's eyes opened wide as he recollected the words of the cursed crawlers "Wicked Women" - The Witches.
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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
Did you Know ? - Knowing will not solve griefs.
Agent One was in a hurry that he fumbled while packing his affairs from the safe house. The Guild was no more operational and the abandoned agents were on the run. A tiny noise from below scared the nervous Agent One. Taking a torch light he stepped down the tree house using the rope ladder. Digging out from his pocket, he took four sharp long nails and inserted them in the gaps between the fingers of his fist, the pointers facing outwards. He moved forward cautiously around the bushes. Out of the dark a face came to light. He instantly recognised the visage of Legendary Baasha.
"Did you Know ?" Baasha questioned, calmly.
"The Guild is no more Baa ...", before Agent One could finish his sentence, a sharp blade sliced his stomach. He fell on his knees holding his blood flooding abdomen and a while later, fell facedown to the ground.
Earlier, Sena had rode to the Panchonthi camp on Nameless. Half way through the line of dense trees which were standing as gaurds for the Guild's camp, Sena felt blazing heat hitting his face. Sena settled on the hill top watching the University for Assassin aflame. As envisioned by himself, the Panchothi had abandoned their post. Sena camped for the next two days watching the Guild burning itself into ashes. On the third day, he walked around the Panchonthi base holding Nameless. The encampment was finely and thoroughly cleared, but Sena was glad about one thing, it was not an explosion that created the fire.
Agent Four was trying hard to blend in with the crowd, the thought that he did not know anything else than killing, frightened him, when a tranquil voice spoke to him from behind, "Did you know?"
"Know what ... ?", he agitated. A sharp object tore his skin and pierced his flesh, drilling itself further into his spinal cord. A painful death.
Sena hunted down and murdered every single Agent who were trying to take asylum in any of the five Kingdoms. He interrogated each one to find out if anyone knew anything about the involvement of the Guild in the Malai Kadu Thiruvizha killings. Few gave him names, others locations of other Agents and some spoke about a secret mission handled directly by the teachers and specialists.
Kali was arranging the explosives and other related accessories inside his workbox on a bench at his secret cabin in the woods. From the corner of his eye, he noticed an uninvited visitor standing behind him. He turned, got to his knees, took and kissed the hands of Baasha. Sena left unspoken.
Agent 32, with pen name Winged Viper, was the last few specialists left. He was the master mind behind several Pachonthi operations. A former student of the Guild, he was a close assosiate to the Emperror himself. After completing several contracts for Pachonthi, Winged Viper was now a spy disguised in aristocratic attire bringing contracts for the Guild, thus he held several secrets as he interacted directly with the contractors. Sena had worked with Winged Viper during couple of assassination missions, particularly when a contract was pulled on the Cheif of Security by his own subordinate ; Winged Viper had arranged for all the keys to unlock the Cheif's mansion so that Sena could sneak in & out without leaving a trace of force entry which made the murder look like a suicide.
Winged Viper was dining with his wife and three years old son. The menu was delicious. After dinner, he thanked his wife for the meal and requested her to accompany their son to bed. The child kissed his father good night.
Once his wife and child left the room, Winged Viper addressed at no one in particular, "You can come out now".
Sena walked from the darkly lit portion of the room and sat before Winged Viper.
"Thank you for waiting, Baasha", Winged Viper said without remorse. Sena maintained quietude.
"So that's it then. Can I know if there is any way present to continue breathing ?" Silence was the best reply Winged Viper got from Sena. A brief moment later, he started to talk, "There were many files. Each dossier was confidential and known only by the Agent appointed for the mission. But the heading was same on all these files - Code Name : Baasha."
Winged Viper was courteous with Sena, he offered him a drink. Silence. He continued, "The Guild was monitoring you from the day you had quit. Several agents were involved in surveillance activities. I was consulted initially over the monitoring, but five years back, Cipher took over an important operation led directly by the Mentor himself. From then on, the flow of informations about the operation stopped and the Guild became tight-lipped about the entrie clean-up procedure."
Silence.
"So, my story ends here", Winged Viper told softly between his shivering lips, a reaction to his watery eyes.
The wife of Agent 32 left out a heavy scream when she found her husband lying face down on the table over his own blood. Winged Viper's eyes were closed.
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Rounding up Cipher
Sena crossed on the rooftops against the setting sun. He settled on top of building giving him the view of the embankment main deck area of harbour. Several passengers were permitting themselves inside a huge passenger vessel while workers were occupied in loading and unloading shipments. At a distance Sena surveilled a timidly walking short man. The target had stopped at couple of junctions, all the while Sena had been following him from the aerial point. After short discussion with few of the locals, the stranger cautiously walked towards the embarkment and took a place behind a long line of travellers. He constantly looked around him and when he turned to his back, Sena stood up over the hip roof of his surveillance point. Seeing the form standing with the hands in the hip and staring directly at his way, the scared passenger pushed the few around him and started to race through the crowed harbour's platform.
Sena chased Cipher. He elegantly ran across the roof and using the poles and pile of stocks, he descended to the ground and continued his pursuit. Cipher pushed a crate on the path behind him and Sena hurdled over it without taking his eyes of the target. From a crowded corner, several men joined behind Cipher. Sena knew it was a trap, Cipher had hired mercenaries to keep himself safe from him. Sena followed the group dodging the items thrown at him by the running men. They all entered the shipyard. Further down the wodden floor planks lined with boats, yatches and wrecked ships, was the large wooden ship construction warehouse. The group with Cipher entered into a huge wooden ship building workshop where immense floating vessels of war, like schooner, frigates and brigs, were designed and manufactured. Sena came after the men and stood in the middle of the grand hall surrounded by Cipher's minions. A half built keelson on schooner ship was occupying the other part of the hall, further to which was an open deck to float away the finished vessels.
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(Photo From Penobscot Marine Museum : 1917 schooner ship building at Penobscot Bay. It took 12 years to complete this ship and it was set sail in 1930)
Sena anticipated every strike of the goons by landing his fist firmly on their neck. The fallen fighters crawled back and slowly got up, preparing themselves for round two. Few managed to take the tools left behind by the ship builders, others settled with borken logs in their hands while the rest were making boxing bounce step around Sena. A man with the hammer in his hand charged at Sena. Sena used the quickness of his attacker by holding his charging hand and spinning him in the air, slowly guiding him to hit the floor ; hitting the ground, the man became motionless.
Two fighters attacked at the same time, and Sena used their own weapons, a sharp chisel and a gimet respectively, to discharge them from the brawl - the chisel into the shoulder by bending the arm and puncturing the right eye with the gimet. The violence provoked fear amoung the rest. Cipher climbed upon the battens - the long strip of wood in the ship's hull, and settled himself on the metacenter - the point of intersection between two vertical lines. He carefully crossed the ship's body to reach the other side and try to escape through the open deck.
Using the riggings (wire ropes), Sena quickly got over the hatch beam and entered the main body of the ship. Soon the rest of the mercenaries climbed on to the vessel. Going under the beam stanchion, Sena ran over the wooden ribs and caught Cipher. With one efficient pull he hung the short man by his collar to the oarlock and then turned to face his aggressive pursuers. Sena picked up a long pole which was hanging on the stringer (a fore and aft member used to give the ship a longitudinal strength). With the long pole, Sena efficiently slapped any fighter approaching to rescue Cipher ; some lost their teeth, lip of a few were tore apart and the rest fell down from the vessel with a cut mark on their cheek.
Sena fought each one of them inside the half built vessel sending every single fighter down to the ground. He then released Cipher and when they both reached the corner of the workshop, the mercenaries had picked up the wounded and ran way. Sena pulled two chairs and placed them opposite to each other. He sat on one and motioned Cipher to take the other. A bit hesitant, Cipher settled opposite to Sena and sat taking an hunched position by pressing his elbows on his laps to face the floor.
"I got time", Sena spoke, calmly, "but you got none. Choose wisely Cipher, anyway you are dying here".
Cipher had his head hung down when he replied, "The Emperror is involved, you can do nothing Baasha". Sena furrowed, but sat in silence.
"I don't have the answer to all your questions, you know how the Guild fonctions, but I was the one who had spent three years to find the trios of witches who were known as Sisters of Fate." Cipher coughed, blood leaked from his mouth and dripped onto the floor. He lifted his head and looked directly at Sena's eyes. "That was my ticket to become a tutor at Pachonthi", he said with repentance.
"Sasuke and Mora are the gaurdian sisters of the Goddess Witch Dhavoma. There are no records her, but the folkore says Dhavoma had been living for centuries. I did not beleive too, until, I met her, well a peculiar sort of a meeting I would say", Cipher infered.
"It was not easy to find either of the witches, Baasha, until they come looking for you. They practiced various witchy attributes including hosting, sorcery and preparing nectars from poisonous plants. One evening a boy asked me why I was enquiring about Susuke and her sisters. Learning that I had a message for them, he took me into a crooked lane where he took the street to the left. When I made the bend, the boy was absent and replaced by a lady who introduced herself as Susuke. After travelling blind folded with her, we reached a place further behind the Grand Mountains. Susuke took me to Mora, who lived in a tree bark, and then one evening the spinners of fate surrounded me," confessed Cipher.
"I was sleeping and then I was in a place I had never been before, I remember my dream. I carried Dhavoma the message from the Emperror, it was a cryptic letter. Yes, curiosity bent me to open the sealed scroll, but I failed to comprehend what was written", Cipher told to Sena.
After a pause, he asked Sena, "Did you know, the Emperor was a former student of the Guild and apart from you, he was the one amoung the two to have come out alive from the dungeon ?"
Sena maintained silence.
Cipher continued, "Once the message was passed, I re-opened my eyes. I was sure I was dreaming, but the missing scroll confirmed to me the reality. Then, I never heard from them and Master Manicknam was glad about the mission's outcome. A month later the tragedy at the festival happened."
He checked the unblinking person before him and with a fixed regard, Cipher spoke to Sena, "You have all the right not to beleive me,when I say I was just a letter carrier. I really was not aware of anything more. What happened is unforgivable, I stand guilty for the crime I had committed unknowningly, Baasha". Cipher immediately brought his eyes to the ground.
"My final mission was to burn down the Guild's camp and wait for further instruction from the Mentor. A warning was sent to all Agents to keep an watchout for you", concluded Cipher.
Sena stood up and neared Cipher. "Forgive me, Baasha, that I have sinned under the influence of avaritia", regreted Cipher. Sena wanted to talk something but just allowed his blade to pardon Cipher.
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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
The Wandering Stanger
Many questions lingered in Sena's mind :
Why the Emperor ? Was Emperor 'The Poet', the owner of the empty file found beside his dossier in the Guild's record room ? Who could be the third tutee who had made out of the dungeons ?
How to find the Sisters of Fate ? If Cipher met Susuke in a town, was she united in the soceity ? Mora at the back of the mountains - was that the place pointed by the crawling humans at valley ? Dhavoma, does she exist ?
I come soon, Red SPonge, but where are you ? Don't hide too deep making it difficult for me to join you.
Sena was seated on the floor surrounded by trees. He had placed his left wrist on the handle of Arha which was positioned vertical to the ground, its sharp pointer rigidly stuck to the mud floor. His eyebrows moved to the whispers of the leaves. He blinked at the cool breeze combing his hair while his eyelids were shut. His ears were attentive to the flight of the butterflies. His patterned breathing alligned with the heart's rhythm. His mouth's edges curved to a smile and a soft snore escaped his lips. Sena was at ease - a working mind, all senses active and the body at rest.
'Follow the tracks to follow the prey to find the predator', Sena opened his eyes.
Thus, Sena walked in the woods, crossed the jungles and roamed through thick forests visiting tribal colonies, traveller's dens, hillside villages and towns around the Central Kingdom to gather information about the Emperor and the Witches, inorder to gain knowledge about their involvement in the tragedy of his life. In his journey, Sena witnessed the sad version of a Royal Kingdom, where the cities and metropolitan flourished while the roots of the region suffered. He slowly came face to face with the cruelty of the Emperor - the one feared by all, loved by none.
The Listening Post
Sena entered a silent village. He walked on the narrow lane bordered by tiny houses descending into the town. Few kids were playing on the path and the elders were lethargically carrying out their day's activities. In front of each hut, a wooden post was planted in the ground, and on each pole there was a atleast one human ear hanging loosely to a nail. Few houseflies circled around the dry blood. Sena checked few other pillars, some were pinned with more than one ear. He looked at an aged man sitting outside his house watching the long wooden stem before him. Sena noted that the senior was one-eared. He enquired to him about his missing ear, and he silently pointed his finger at the one nailed to the post.
An young lady came out of the house. She offered water to Sena and with teary eyes informed him, "Our chief, along with few other men, refused to listen to the Emperor. The King's demande was to vacate our ancestral land and move down further deep inside the forest. One day, six masked and armored demons marched into our peaceful village. They planted a post in front of each house. They threatened, chased and caught every leader or a man from each family and nailed their ear to the pole". She stopped and took time to breathe. Sena waited patiently.
She continued, "They ordered us, the women and children, not to approach their punished husband and father. They called the pole "The Listening Post". The victims rested for more than a week without food or water holding to their auditory organ. We sat down around them weeping from dusk to dawn until dusk. Finally we all gave up. The men chopped off their own ear that was nailed to the post. The masked devils came just after our men seperated the ear from their head. They warned us to leave the ear on the pole, as a reminder to always listen to the Emperor of Emperors". She began to sob. The description of the masked squad matched the bodygaurds of the Emperor whom Sena had seen at the town center the day after his Father's execution.
"Why are you people still here", questioned Sena. "It would take more than a ear to make us quit our ancestrial lands", the woman replied courageously wiping the tears flowing down her cheek. "Soldiers visit us regularly and pin one of the male's ear to the pole. Last time they warned that the children's turn would arrive soon when the men had no more ears to lend", sorrow crossed her face when she had finished.
Sena left the silent village in silence.
A cat called Satan
A violent storm of terrifying whrilwinds swept through the terrible lands of the Central Kingdom. Drenched in the rain that was pouring down like a water from the bucket, Sena was glad to find a settlement at the foot of an hill. The townlet looked deserted. Between the lightning strikes, he saw a white-spotted cat standing at the small town squre not minding the rain. The wild cat stared back at Sena. Covering his head with the hands, Sena jogged to seek shelter inside any of the dark households. Strangely, all the windows were completely sealed. The doors were shut without any gap, either above or underneath. Sena marched quickly to the backyard when he heard a cow mooing. The cowshed was entirely locked down with animals inside. Moreover, no sign of cattle food was around the stables. Sena infered the same with the poultry den. A village wholely locked down.
Finally, after few rounds around the tiny town, Sena took sanctuary in the abandoned Place of God at the corner of the plaza. Spider webs spread all over the atrium and thick dusty cobwebs surrounded the Structure at the altar. Dry leaves had sneaked inside and the place was leaking. Sena passed the night at the enterance, watching the cat circling the town center. A while later he closed his eye.
At dawn, the cat was gone. The town looked brisk with villagers walking around and greeting each other, but no one seemed to mind the presence of Sena standing at the Place of God. Sena stopped an hurrying man and asked him about the cat which was roaming around the village at night.
"Satan", replied the villager, calmly, "left behind by the witch doctor. She came to our assitance when our cattle were sick. Soon she had left, we found the cat circling our village. First, the chicken died, then the lambs, followed by an effect of lameness on milk production in dairy cows. The witch doctor returned and things turned to normal. Few days after her visit, the cattles died. Slowly we realised that Satan was bringing sickness and death to our village, but it was too late already. Our little girls started to get the symptoms of asthma and delusional psychosis. By experience, we learnt that any in contact with the cat went unwell. We could not chase the cat away, Satan always came back after dark, but we stopped consulting the Witch doctor. After locking ourselves, the syndrome stopped happening", saying so, the man left to do whatever he was in a hurry to do.
Sena left the prisoned village quietly.
Three Blind Priests - The Fate of Oliwechu
The hooded stranger sat by the campfire. Beside him on both sides were the crippled and at the begining of the circle before him were the 3 priests of the Oliwechu Tribe. Every face, except the stranger's, was not only missing hope but some flesh and even parts. The priests, one by one, spoke the Tales of Terror to the stranger, the words that the jungles can only whisper.
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Father's Gifts
"Do you believe in Prophecy, Stranger", asked the Blind Priest.
An instant later, the Dumb Priest said, "If you had nodded your head, we wouldn't know Stranger."
"No", Sena said firmly, realising that he was sitting with three eyeless elders.
"Time to believe, youngman, time has come for you to embrace the truth", annonced the Deaf Priest.
"Few men walked into Oliwhechu about twenty-five years back. They called themselves the Alwars", narrated the Priest. He then stood up. The other two chiefs got to their feet too. Without uttering another word, the three walked out of the hut. Sena quickly followed them.
" 'Oliwechu will loose its light, and when twelve men pass by, a stranger will arrive.' - they prophesied", said the elderly Priest. "To Hope you will handle the Father's Gift.", he conlcuded what the Alwars had instructed them, gesturing with an open palm to direct Sena towards a chest at the corner of another small room they had just entered.
Sena starred at the small trunk before him.
"We became blind, Oliwechu future was estingusighed", repented the Priest. "Twelve men visited us last season. Kids amused that they drank from the same bowl. None of the aged visitors spoke, but while leaving they spoke to no one in particular - 'And in the battle of three, only one will stand'.
"Now you are here, the Stranger had arrived too. Its upto you to open this keyless trunk", saying so the Three Blind Priests left, leaving Sena with the Gift from his Father.
Sena examined the safe box before him. It was rectagular, with carvings on it which seemed like faces attached together. He counted flawlessly 70 faces carved on the box. A body of a snake ran over the faces. He examined carefully the Path of the Serpent, the viper was connecting all the head and finally attaching them to a single Head clipped with a Trident on its hairdo. Sena identified his Father. He followed the snake-line and his fingers reached the centre. He pushed the controlling face with his thumb and the chest clicked open.
There were three objects inside the treasure box. A compass, a small collapsible telescope and a dagger. Sena removed the sharp bladed weapon from the box. It sat cold on his palm, the seventh precious item of his Father that no one spoke about.
Sena examined the dagger carefully before placing it on the ground. He removed the compass and beleived that the needles were stuck. He watched through the monocular which failed to project the images with clarity. And at the bottom of the box, there was a tiny booklet. He flipped the leaf of the thin book, it carried many images inside and in the last page there was a message from his Father that piqued his interest to go through the booklet attentively. The message read :
"All shall pass, with Kilaka inside your Mudra, all must pass"
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(Kilaka, Sanskrit name for a dagger)
Kilaka was a mystical weapon for subduing demons and exorcising their souls from their temporary body inside which it had been hiding to survive. The dagger was beside the infant lying over a Bed of Beli leaves found by the local hunters. It was fierce and sharp that even his Father's personel aide Shama was afraid to even look at it.
Kilaka was divided into 3 Parts - upper was called Head ; middle part named Shank, which was the holder; and attached from the Shank was known as Blade.
It was made with unique elements, each part cheseled out from the materials found in the three worlds. It's basically an alloy of metals emiting special properties and encrusted scared gems and stones.
The Head of Kilaka held three faces called the Makara, representing the three worlds (also three directions : West, Center, East ; left eye, third eye, right eye ; Past, Present, Future). The visages were simulateously crowned by Hayagreva, the Defender of Hope, an areil horse. Symetrically below, three blades cames out simultaneously wrapped around by serpent spirits called Naga from each of Makara's mouth, acting as a passage in and out of the respective world. The Shank was the grip where the Makara and the Blade served as the pommel and gaurd respectively. The physical touch on the Shank transmits belief onto the holder.
Kilaka was a usual dragger that draws blood with its sharp blades, but its mystical power can only be evoked with devine words called Kilamantra. The seraphic expression was the chant of two allegorical words - "Gatam Gataha" - meaning 'Past stays in the Past', where 'Gatam' prohibits the return of the soul into the departed world ; and 'Gataha' forces the reunification of the soul within its respective world.
Kilamantra should be accompanied with a hand gesture called Apana Mudra - the tip of the middle and ring fingers should be joined with the tip of the thumb ; Other fingers should be kept straight. The mudra denotes elimination.
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(Apana Mudra)
The body's life pumping organ, the heart, must be struck with Kilaka by holding the dragger's shank inside the gap created by the middle and ring fingers of Apana Mudra, at the same time Kilamantra should be uttered inorder to liberate the soul assuring that it does not re-enter into the living world again.
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(Holding Kilaka inside Apana Mudra)
When the process is done correctly, Kilamantra arrests the soul and sends it back to its World of Origin. As the passage between the worlds were closed, the soul entry was only possible with Kilaka and it stays in the arrested world for rest of its judgement period.
Sena went through Europa, the lens which sees through time and read about Chakora, the compass that showed the destination. The abilty of all the three mystical items depends on the person who handled them - The Special One. Sena was the Son of the Father.
Hugging to his Father's gift around his belt, Sena mounted on Nameless to find the Sister's of Fate.
Somewhere in an undisclosed place, The Poet wrote to Vettaiyan and the Emperor received the crypted message on the bench in his Palace Garden :
He sees through the hoods,
And roams around the woods.
He comes from far,
And seeks nothing but war.
... to be continued ...
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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
Brain is an Educational Toy
Sena was lying down on the grass under a tree beside a lake. Nameless was feeding on the pastures. He took the heavy dagger and juggled it between his hands. The dagger was cold each time he caught it. He took out the compass and to his suprise it was showing a direction, a destination he was not intended to take as he was heading to the town where Cipher had met Susuke. He pocketed the compass and looked through the telescope, the images were obscure. He turned his head while still peeping through Europa, when he saw two beautiful girls seated on the lawn. He moved the monocular away and looked at the direction with his naked eyes, there was no one before him. When he brought the telescope back, the pretty girls appeared. Sena stood up and walked to the spot and found two coccinellidaes beside each other between the grass.
With a wicked smile, Sena turned to capture Nameless under Europa, he saw a snail. Sena laughed, the fastest animal in all the Kingdoms was a snail. Curiosity made Sena walk towards the pond. He saw his own reflection with his third eye. He noticed a blurred image over the water, a form of his father but only one third was clear. He slowly moved the scope upwards and was startled to see a huge lake monster approaching towards him protruding its tiny sharp teeth. Dropping Europa, Sena fell back onto the ground, trying to crawl backwards as fast as he could. A quacking multi colored duck swam towards him.
Susuke, The Mind Controlling Witch
Sena mounted on Nameless and rode to the direction Chakora was pointing at. They reached a small village with a busy market place. Sena took a bench opposite to a candy shop and watched the happy faces of the kids. He placed the compass on the bench beside him which was spining restlessly. A small boy approached Sena licking his candy bar. Sena eyed the compass which had steadied itself and was pointing at the boy. Sena smiled.
"Are you new to the town, Mister", the innocent boy asked Sena courteously.
"Yes, Susuke", replied Sena.
The boy ran away abandoning his candy bar at the feet of the Mister. Sena lethargically got up, picked up his affairs from the bench and slowly followed the needle of his compass. Few minutes later, he reached a tiny settlement which looked deserted. The people were looking sad and unenthusiastic. Sena waited calmly by the town center. In the peak of the night, Sena saw a thick mist slowly creeping inside the village. The fog moved as a blanket over the villagers who were sleeping outside. They reacted with a severe long-lasting shiver when the haze moved over them. Sena noticed a pungent odor floating like a kite in the air. Sena closed his eyes and voluntarily breathed-in the contaminated vapour.
The little feet made their mark on the ground covered with snow. Each step landed softly than the showering snow flakes. The girl, hopping around in her frock, turned back to see the distance from her chaser. She smiled. The man chasing her finally caught up with her. He kneeled before her and admired her pearl-eye stained with little green sphere.
"Are you ready, my father", she asked him.
Thunder resounded across the skies.
'Not yet, Lalli, not now', replied Sena.
Within a the blink of an eye, an ugly form with no teeth or hair flew past him shouting in rage. It did not understand how Sena had overcome her attack against his mind. Kilaka was getting warmer in Sena's hand, Susuke was nearby. When the dagger was hot, Sena knew that the witch was close behind him. He fixed Kilaka inside the Mudra and stabbed her heart chanting the Kilamantra.
Carrying the head of Susuke, Sena re-entered the deserted village and when her head burnt on the post at the towncenter, the people gained back thier lost hope, re-established by The Hunter of the Wicked.
Mora, The Witch Doctor
Sena sat on top of a tree behind the Grand Mountains. He was watching the white-spotted cat brushing itself on the bark of the tree. He looked through Europa which revealed to Sena a tall and aged lady pealing the tree skin. She was verifying each piece she had torn, either by smelling them or biting them between her gapped tooth. She then pocketed a selected few, the rest she threw them away.
Sena smiled at Satan.
Sena jumped behind Mora. The wild cat was suprised and let out a fierce purr. Sena starred back at the wild cat, his eyes sent shivers down Satan's spine.
Mora lauched a vicious attack on Sena by leaping towards him. Sena dodged her attack. But Mora did not stop on landing, she fleed. Sena chased Mora on the ground and on the run, he gradually mounted onto the tree-tops using the dead trunks and broken branches to elevate him. He continued to pursue Mora by jumping from a branch to another crossing them elegantly while being always above the absconding wild cat. Mora reached the end of the cliff and tried hard to halt. She came to stop after wounding her left back leg. She turned immediately and limped back the way she had come. She had lost her way in the panic.
The Witch Doctor abruptly stopped and looked up when she felt a current of air descending from above. Sena was mid air. He had jumped from the tree-top and was now rocketing towards the trapped cat. He removed Kilaka from his hip belt and placed it inside his Mudra before landing on Mora and tearing her back with the sharp blade allowing itself to enter into her heart. When the dagger pierced her heart, Sena pronounced his action with the Kilamantra.
Satan took to its original form, a witch in her black robe was floating on her own blood before Sena.
The people of several villages experienced the sun to be burning brighter that day. The heat was radical. That evening cool breeze swept the prisoned villages and the dwellers found that their daughters and young girls in the family were no more affected by any sort of illness. Hope filled their lives anew.
... to be continued ...
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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
Dhavoma (Part - 1/2)
The Shadow of Time
Sena sat across the bar watching the pretty barmaid. The young lady seemed cheerful and was smiling through her lilac soft lips. Her hair was shiny black as her glossy skin and it danced over her shoulders. Her eyes were placed between thin throny eye lashes under an archipel of slender hairgrass eyebrows. Her slim body was woven around by a dark robe which exhibited her inner curves from the chest. She spoke in a sweet voice and attentively laughed at the jokes by the men flirting around her.
Sena listened to his drunkard neighbours chatting about the quality of food the barmaid prepares, including the impeccable service she delivered during the after hours. Sena found the beautiful bartender looking his way admist her busy occupation. He did not remove his eyes from her which was fixed as the untouched mug of beverage before him. After a while, she came to his table and enquired about his quality time spent at her Bar Inn. She accidently poured drops of water from the glass she held. Sena just sat looking at her pretty face. She excused herself immediately, cleaned the stain of water spots from the table and offered her assistance by asking if he needed anything else. Sena, without any hesitation, asked about her special service. She smiled at him and left.
Sena walked to the bar where the pretty woman was dishwashing. Neither spoke for a while, but just shared glances and timid smiles. The barmaid shiftly rotated the dinner plates inside the tub of water. Sena kept his eyes on her.
Breaking the silence, she informed Sena, "I know a place nearby. Its my favourite restaurant. I don't know whether I will get another chance if I miss to dine there this evening". Sena agreed without a delay. She excused herself and entered through the door beside the bottle shelf.
Sena admired the attractive lady who walked out of the closet. She was elegantly dressed for the dinner with a shell hairdo. She moved her eyes as though asking 'what !' at Sena. He immediately nodded his head in all directions. The dinner was plesant and the beauty played with the candle between them by passing her tender finger through the flame. Sena sat watching her in and out of the passionate flame's luminosity. The couple were on their way back to her dwelling place. She invited him inside and showed a table with two chairs facing the kitchen burner. The place looked tiny but tidy. There was another single room beside, which Sena presumed was the place he was going to get serviced. Sena took a chair while she walked towards the kitchen platform after lightly kissing Sena on the back of his neck.
The calmness in the atmosphere was disturbed by a roll sound from the wooden table. Without turning back, she checked with the corner of her eye the item that had come to a stop at the center of the board across her invitee. She turned carrying two white mugs in her hand and settled before Sena.
"You look like your Father", she announced looking at the Bleeding Tooth seashell between her and Sena. She offered a mug to Sena, but placed it on the table before him when he did not acknowledge.
"He assured me that the dagger, the danger to my immortaity, will come to my pocession, if I cooperated with him", Dhavoma confessed, taking a sip from her mug. She tapped the table with her finger which provoked concentric circles in Sena's mug filled with warm drink.
Sena removed the warm Kilaka from his hip belt and placed it before him on the table.
"I was hesitant", she continued, "but his offer was tempting". After drinking slowly, she said "I have petted demon, partied with evil. Even had a chat with your Father who was seated on the same chair on which you are now. Your Father had came to warn me. I behaved myself after his visit, your Father kept his word, but the New Evil sabotaged our lives".
"I don't predict the future, but can help altering it. I am more of an account of the past, the Time's Shadow of our World", she said.
Dhavoma took a deep breathe and then continued, "There existed only Two Worlds, one for each purity and celestial laws governed equality and peace. Well, to a certain extent. We were demons to them, as they were to us. But one dream caused the ultimate choas. The Creator, depressed over the never-ending affairs of the Worlds, fantasied a Third World. He went ahead and designed this World that he dreamt of and inserted a germ in it. He announced to the other World that the germ is none other than himself, symbolically refering he owned the New World. The microorganism survived and crawled in the cold and darkness and being the clone of the Creator himself, it started to evolve. Admist his busy shedule, the Creator amazed over the growth of his pet, thus the specie Mankind came to existence. The variation in time between the Worlds is calculated by the distance that seperated them. For the Creator it all happened in minutes, but on the actual World it took several numbered periods to arrive at a conclusion over the Begining". Dhavoma paused and looked at Sena while gently knocking the table with her finger joint. Circles formed over the untouched beverage infront of Sena. Finding no reaction on his face, she illustrated to him the purpose of Mankind.
"A Man realised he had the same power of his Creator. He crossed his proper World and stole the Fire from the Creator's World to install it in his Living World. The act angered the Creator. The Devine Council predicted that the Third World would become a threat if the special specie, the Man, uses the Creator's Light. They deceided to seek the help of the Second world, from where I come from. We accepted to irradicate the Third World, thus entering it taking forms and using our powers to the fullest. But the Man fought hard, the Light inside him gave him devine strength. When the war between the Two Worlds were raging, the Creator got an idea to remove the Light from the Man. He removed the Light from Man and hid it inside the Man itself". Dhavoma placed the empty mug infornt of her, the force formed tiny ripples inside the other mug.
"Thus, Man failed to realise the Lost Light, but felt weak. We easily conquered the Living World by slaying them. Man started to question the existence of Creator. Beleivers searched everywhere for the Light, others formed a cult mocking them, but none looked inside themselves, the place where the Creator resides. The difference that Man started to generate at a faster rate led to killing each other, an aspect that never happened in the other Two Worlds - we never fought with our own kind". Dhavoma stopped and looked at unmoved Sena.
"The Devine Council asked us to retreat. But we did not abide. We are not salves to take orders. Thus, the supremacy over the Living World began, and the Creator himself took charge of chasing us from the place he had sent us in the first place. The birth of your Father sealed all the passages. He lived as the curse of the Creator - Half Devine, Half Man. He occupied himself in chasing away the rest of us. But the design changed with the actions that enraged our weakened World resulting in emiting an evolved Evil onto this World, your world. This new born evil had methods that vary. It would install terror before death. It captures the intelligence, poisons it and then makes the mind its permanant salve. It does not have any mystical power, but the fear unleashed rejuvenates it. It goes by many names, from Vengence to Rage, but the one governing them all is sitting over the throne, the one who had convinced Dhavoma, the shadow of time, with greed". Dhavoma paused her lecture and walked to the kitchen table to refill her mug.
Sena waited patiently. Dhavoma took her place back and continued, "You and Rana are the rarest who can resist". Hearing his brother's name, Sena raised his eyebrow.
"You will slay the Evil disguised as Man, but only together. I don't see the future, but the Fate of Evil says so. I was a piece used to alter it, and yet you are here, after all that had happened, withstanding my hypnosis right from the time you entered the Bar Inn", Dhavoma concluded.
"I have told everything that you would like to hear", she grieved.
"What happened at the festival", Sena asked, calmly.
"We were all present", narrated Dhavoma, "and once you were drugged, you embraced the fate we had embedded onto you", she said by tapping the table with her finger nail one last time, and no rings formed over the liquid inside Sena's mug.
Sena's head was spinning ; his vision blurred ; his nose started to leak blood ; an invisible hammar thumped his skull ; while he was listening to Dhavoma and when she spoke about the tragedy of Lalli, agony pushed Sena face down over the table. Calm restored itself in the darkness.
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Chaturmukha - Part 2 - Trimurti Katha
Chapter 5 - Seeds of Kochadaiiyaan
Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
Dhavoma (Part - 2/2)
Demon Eye
Sena opened his eyes. He felt his left cheek cold and hard on the wooden board. He felt completely drained out of strength and was lying motionless with his cheek on the table, and through his heavy blinks, he saw a fragile form, quite tensed and moving back and forth, just like aged lady he remembered seeing through the cloth covering his face at the festival. The witch was picking up some items from various jars and without a warning she fastly approached Sena. Suddenly dense powder blasted on his face.
The sky was an empty space of bright scarlet orange. The platform on which Sena was standing seemed like a cutoff mountaintop that was floating in the midair. Heavy wind was blowing in from every direction. Sena could not move. He realised that he was chained and two huge rocks were placed on either of his shoulders.
Sena heard a cry of an eagle. A huge bird, twice bigger than the usual size circled above his head. It quickly glided towards Sena and picked his left hip with its beak. Sena cried out in pain.
"That's how the Creator punished the Fire Thief", Sena heard the barmaid dressed in a long black gown and sea shells clipped to her hairdo. "He was given two choices, but you have none", she laughed hysterically. "I will arrest you here and the dagger would be mine forever".
The eagle returned back to take another piece of Sena's flesh. Blood oozed out that matched with the sky above. Sena tried to pull the immovable chains and Dhavoma laughed out at his pathetic state. Sena closed his eyes tightly and called out his Forefather's name. The Devine Name echoed around the whole atmosphere, a call that was not made since his Father's demise. The orange clouds responded to the resonation with lightening. One sharp light arc fell directly above Sena and while descending it branched into four tiny bolts that struck the boulders on Sena's shoulders and the chains at the same time. The split light arc shattered the weighing rock and melted the iron chains liberating Sena from captivity.
Sena's closed eyes rolled on his face over table at the barmaid's house. Dhavoma, whose eyes were also closed, sat before him biting her lips as though in anger.
Kneeling and being face down over the raised platform under the blood red sky, Sena challenged Dhavoma, "I have sacrificed enough, that, now I know".
"Know what", Dhavoma shouted back.
"That I have come to finish, what my Father had started". Sena pounced at Dhavoma, who elegantly dodged his attack. He somersaulted on the ground and came to a stop at the end of the floating land, at the same moment, the eagle attacked him and made a scratch on his face with its knife claw before soaring away. Sena saw Dhavoma spinning in front of him. She threw three items outside her rotating sphere.
The surrounding around the raised level surface changed. It turned into a triangular prism - one face slapped with rainstorm ; darkness filled the other and the final part was bright. Out of the rain came a ravenous hound, the wet dog smell filled the air. Through the brightness flew out the winged eagle. The dark portion held silence.
The hound growled showing it's sharp teeth and slowly advanced at Sena, while the eagle flew high up preparing for an attack from above. Sena dodged the charging dog. It quickly truned and slaped Sena, the terror claws tearing his skin. Before Sena could recover, the eagle rocketed from the sky towards him. Sena quickly rolled and entered into the dark zone. The silence was occassionally broken by heavy breaths. Tiny glows started to flicker in the dark which projected five pairs of arms of a mollusk with inflated nose between two tiny eyes on a elevated fleashy face. The beast pushed it's front arms to open its toothless hidden mouth.
Sena's shoulders shivered violently on the table. Dhavoma was smiling on the opposite chair. Sena knew Dhavoma was just a Shadow. She needed an existing form. Thus, she had trapped Sena in his own mind filled with - Guilt : brightness that disturbs the vision and glides everywhere creating self-inflicted wound ; Anger : pouring down nonstop as a rainstrom and roaming as an hungry predator ; Fear : the darkness lighted by the oneself to embrace a desired shape. Sena must fight back his own creations. Being motionless on the chair with his cheek on the table, Sena smiled - My mind, I command.
Sena quickly jumped out of the dark zone. He closed his eyes tightly and gestured his hand as though he was holding onto something invisible.
Arha hanging around Sena hip around the chair in the living room of the barmaid trembled.
Under the vermilion air space and over the buoyant floor, Sena received Arha in his hand, at the same time the hungry hound charged at him. Sena bent backward as much he could, permitting the dog to jump over his body, all the while keeping Arha raised. The sharp blade detached the stifle joint of the attacking animal. The hound let out a painful cry and glided inside the rainstrom. It tried to crawl away using its front legs. Sena slowly walked from the bright side to the cloudy area and positioned himself above the wounded dog and entered Arha directly into its skull, not giving the dog a chance to cry.
Sena followed the circling eagle with his eyes. When it descended Sena walked towards the luminous part of the triangular prism, and at its edge he turned and fell back to the ground, at the right moment when the eagle flew close to him. Arha chopped off the right wing and the eagle glided to a stop inside the shining side. Sena placed his right leg at the back of the bird and using both his hand, he harshly caught its neck and violently pulled to seperate the eagle's head from its body.
Sena entered the darkside. The mollusk was breathing heavily. He walked staight and stood face to face with it. After a brief moment, he struck Arha right into it's fluffy nose. The mollusk shivered violently out of breath and one by one the glow on its arms estinguished.
Sena walked back and stood in the middle of the prism. "Anymore pets, Dhavoma", he asked the mind controlling witch. The angry sorceress charged at him floating in the air. Sena rolled away. She stood suspended in the air and launched sharp needles from her finger gaps. Sena deflected every single pointer coming at him with his sword. She repeated her attack. On the fourth run while rolling, Sena realised that her moves were predictable - she was hanging in the air going back and forth above Sena. When Dhavoma begun her charge, instead of rolling Sena ran towards her. On the way, with a raising hand movement, he created blocks of stones which hung in the air, and using them as steps, Sena leaped over dhavoma and caught her in the midair. While descending, he prepared himself to land on his knees and using the other leg, he firmly positioned his feet onto the floor, breaking the back of the witch over his rigid lap.
Dhavoma woke up sucking-in for air and Sena pushed himself back onto the chair. He slowly circled the table picking up Kilaka in midway and reached Dhavoma, who was no more a pretty barmaid by a fragile aged lady without a nose. She was breathing from her mouth. Many Blood Tooth sea shells were loosely hanging from her scarce hair. She was motionless as though all her spirts were broken. She motioned at a cupboard over the top of the burner. Sena turned and opened the closet. It contained a vial holding a form of a single vertiical eye floating inside a red fluid. Sena recollected seeing it during the Festival Massacre. He brought it to Dhavoma.
"The Demon Eye.", she said, "The portion that provoked your rage. Shake it, the eye will disappear and reappear and when it blinks, that's when you drink. The eye is not real, just a representative image of fluid dynamics, a portion made out of numerous drops from several sources. I made two samples. Use it during the needed hour. I owe it to your Father." She coughed.
The dragger forcefully entered the chest of the witch - Gatam Gataha.
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Sena
Episode 5 - The Journey of Truth
All is Hell That Ends Well
Sena rode on Nameless to Kottaipattinam to reunion with his true brother, and reached the mountain Pushpapatha that gave him the view over the battle field. Sena looked through Europa. He saw one third of clear image of his Father while the rest of the form was blurry, same as his own reflection on the lake. Sena whispered, "Rana". His blood brother had just sliced the throat of his rival.
Sena, without wasting anymore time, started descending Pushpapatha to stop Rana's killing spree. Whatever had happened in Kottaipattinam, including his Father's exceution, Sena was aware that the Emperor was behind all the incidents. Sena did not wish anymore heads rolling on the ground of his motherland. Remembering his Father's last words, Sena commanded Nameless to gallop at full speed.
Before Sena could reach the battle ground, the war was over. Two kings were slayed by his brother. Sena rode Nameless over the bloody path and got down before his twin brother who had dropped his long sword on the gory ground a moment ago.
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Sena stood before Rana and heard him exclaim, "Sena".
End of Part - 2