Sandya Aksata's
Chapters 2.3
...Chapter 2: Strengthening the Position...
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In his blanket the night that accompanies the silence of the forest, among the shady trees that stretch under the expanse of stars, accompanied by the singing of insects that cheerfully fly with glittering points of light.
The rustling sound of leaves falling when stepped on by a pair of large feet rooted from a majestic figure who walked calmly while bathed in the dim light of the moon.
On his head sat a young man who seemed silent with his eyes that were closed enjoying the calm atmosphere in the silence of the forest.
“Hahh... This world is indeed really so comfortable and soothing.”
The young man muttered softly as if he did not want to wake up the calmness of the sunyinya the night. The tree he was riding was only able to be silent, not wanting to disturb the calmness of the reflection of the young man who sat on his big head while still stepping his rooted legs, so that they immediately reached their destination.
But they are not really alone. Among them were some Shajara and Man who followed the old tree's footsteps, while others had gone further ahead of them to ensure conditions and safety.
“Report, Most Sepuh! The [West Forest Balai] fort is near. And it seems that the residents have successfully evacuated into it.”
It was a report from a Hayawan who had returned from his duties overseeing the condition and safety of the front. It seemed that he had returned from the [West Forest Hall] fortress to ascertain the situation inside whether the plan of evacuating all the citizens had been carried out.
“Good. That means Pratama has done his job,” said Pramana after hearing the report he received. “Then we have to hurry there.”
Pramana accelerated her footsteps towards the gate that looked high towering in the middle of the [Wooden Hall] fortress that her feet were aiming for.
Behind the open gate emits a reddish glow from the dim flames that danced over the numerous torches that lined up along the way.
Unlike some time ago, now behind the huge gate, there are thousands of hordes of creatures who stand still with the glint of their spies reflecting the warming torch light.
After the gate was fully opened, Pramana, accompanied by some of her trusted soldiers, stepped forward with a display of her majesty.
No. gabe. His grandiose steps were not just to show his authority. But also to show to the thousands of hordes of creatures that lined up neatly before him the presence of a figure greater than all of them who are now sitting with dignity on his head.
That is Akbar the Promised Leader. A young man who had been waiting for his arrival by everyone. Even from the time of the ancestors.
Everyone was only capable of being stunned and speechless. Not out of fear, not out of surprise.
But purely out of respect for the loyalty and admiration that they place before a great figure.
He is the only one who deserves to be given «Oath of Honor and Allegiance». He is the only story and legend that will never be forgotten. He is the only true leader long awaited.
The young man slowly emits the same aura of «Atma Kebesaran» as the {Hyang Utama} the natural ruler of immortality. Emitting an aura of grandeur and triumph. He showed that he was the undisputed leader.
All beings who had been silent in admiration, now began to bow and kneel together, offering pure respect and loyalty.
A Man who appears to be at the front of the line, with the deepest respect, begins to speak the words he so longs to speak.
“Greetings, O Promised Leader. I represent the leader of this forest who is in the battlefield, wanting to pledge our oath of respect and loyalty, the entire population of [West Forest Region] to you the noblest.”
“Let us show respect and loyalty to you, O Promised Leader!”
All the beings who were there greeted him with a common cry of respect and loyalty that seemed to vibrate the silence in the darkness of the night.
