Summary: A story about someone who possesses great talent, but lacks courage and resolve to bring out his true potential.
Long ago, in a distant land, a great king built a great kingdom.
Kuru, I believe it was called.
The Holy Kingdom of Kuru prospered under the great king. Wise and splendid, he was adored by his people and the two royal families.
One day the king left his kingdom and sailed to an unknown land, never to return.
The two royal families fought each other for the throne, spreading great chaos and destruction to the land.
The Pandawa, led by Yudhistira and his faithful knights,
And the Korawa, under the banner of Duryodhana and his giant army.
The two families fought each other endlessly until both fell into hiding, biding their time for the final strike.
The Pandawa hid in Amarta, a small kingdom built in the northern woods by Yudhistira, a place where people can feel peace and safety in a land of turmoil.
But the Korawa would not rest until the throne is in their grasp; the magic of Duryodhana and his subjects spreads death and disease into every corner of the land.
The Pandawa realized the time to delay is over, as each day pass, so does their chance to live another.
In the royal garden of Amarta, among the trees is a young man leaned upon his blade, looking skyward. Even from afar you can see the spark in his eyes; hear the beat in his bosoms. His name is Abhimanyu, one of the proud knights of the Pandawa family. A master swordsman, Abhi has been honing his art for years. Even so, the boy had never been on the front lines. Ever since his family feud with the Korawa, there is nothing in his mind but the war. The already diminished forces of the Pandawa require all manpower available, and as a member of the royal family, Abhimanyu’s presence is required on the battlefield. Fear, anxiety, anguish, visions of bloodshed haunts his mind. This affliction burdened him greatly, but greatness is expected from those with royal blood in them. To end a life… What gives me the right? What does it take? These thoughts swirl about each day. Unable to concentrate, Abhimanyu decided to leave practice and patrol the township.
Abhimanyu observed his surroundings; life outside the royal perimeters of Amarta is ever peaceful. Abhi is well known in the township; the residents smiled and greeted him as he passes by.
ABHIMANYU: “This is what I am protecting, the smiles of the people. I’m no butcher. I exist to protect others, our kingdom’s future!” so he thought.
Feeling a slight bump on his back, Abhimanyu turned to a little girl looking up to him.
Abhi noticed her neck is riddled with black spots and scratch cuts, the wounds oozing pus and a foul smell quickly followed, the sight would make anyone cry in disgust. The girl seems to have something in her hands, a white blossom, it is a good luck charm in Amarta for those who are about to go to war. She snugged the blossom between Abhimanyu’s ears before somebody dragged her away.
ABHIMANYU: “The black spate… it has reached even this place”
BHIMA: “It would be wiser to not linger among victims of sorcery”
Abhi’s ponderings is stopped by a voice he is familiar with.
Abhimanyu turned; in front of him is captain of the towns guard and his royal swordsmen.
BHIMA: “It seems that even these walls are not enough to hold the pandemic. We live in dire times. I will have report for Yudhistira. I ask you, keep watch of this place”
Seeing the terrible plague up close disheartened Abhimanyu, but he didn’t err. Those who serve the knight-king fight for the people and their well-being, more the reason to end this vicious war.
A while passed until a loud rumble is heard from a distance, Abhimanyu dashed there as fast as he could. When he arrived, a terrible sight had awaited him.
Houses and shops, reduced to rubbles, from its ruins rose great beasts of ivory hide and bloodshot eyes. For something so inhuman to exist is incomprehensible to the human logic, the mere sight of them drives the meek to a state of madness and disarray. The guards patrolling the district were quickly wiped out, leaving Abhimanyu alone against overwhelming odds.
Abhimanyu stood still, frozen. His body is petrified by the horrors before him. He could only watch as the citizens were gored and consumed one by one. Until, one of the beasts turned their attention to a little girl, one Abhimanyu is very familiar with. Victims of the plague had attracted the monsters to Amarta, and now their natural instinct is taking place. Abhimanyu hid behind cover, his eyes shut and arms tremble. Dare not he witness what is about to happen. Soon after, Bhima and the royal swordsmen returned and routed the beasts. But it was too late. Nobody in the township survived the attack. The Captain spotted Abhimanyu, hiding between the rubbles, alas; no words came out of him…
On the next is the Great War. Kurukhshetra is littered with men and corpses. At the vanguard, Abhimanyu was separated from his escorts, gravely injured and surrounded by enemies dying to have his head. Near his final moments with nowhere to hide, Abhimanyu was ready to submit, but then, the white blossom stuck between his ears reminded him of a dear life once abandoned.
ABHIMANYU: “What am I doing in this miserable place? This isn’t worth risking my life for… Am I still fighting for the people? No, it can’t be, all I need to think about is to survive, and nothing else…”
And there he goes, Abhimanyu rampaged through the battlefield. As he cut down his enemies, there was no regret, no hesitation, only fear and the will to survive. There was certain elegance to it, a peculiar beauty in his slaughterism. Abhimanyu then understood for what reason does he fight: not for the people, nor his comrades, only himself, and him alone.
Reihansyah Maulana, proof reader
Zitro Alviotti, proof reader
Dini Rahmatiar, proof reader
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WORD COUNT: 1000
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