Jane besides me walked quietly, as composed as she possibly could , and I was proud of her. I remember the little girl of five who would come running to her older brother whenever a spider would cross paths with her. The same girl, twelve years later , showed the same composure as the Head of the Tribe , also called the Klajeha.' She would definitely succeed me as a successful Klajehi someday'. I thought to myself. Men who were head of the tribe were not allowed the privilege of children; they were wed according to the will of the Blani, the God, however, they would , under no circumstances consummate the marriage. This laid great hardships on their wives , called Blanikis, who were thought to possess more of a bane than a boon. As a result , the siblings would always succeed the Klajeha . A Klajehi, however , could breed as they desired. There was no way a woman of such stature would ever be banished to a fate as unfortunate as that of the Blanikis, and hence, their eldest son or daughter succeeded them as the Klajeha or the Klajehi. This put Klajehis in grave danger, as younger siblings plotted and schemed to murder the Klajehi to become Head of the tribe themselves. I too had become a Klajeha this way . Luckily for Jane, she was the youngest of us three siblings , and hence was safe from any threat to her life. 'Except the one she faces now', I remind myself bitterly.
Finally, we reach a thin strip of land, cemented with rocks , about 50 feet in the air. The horse finally speaks, "Master, Its time". I pull back my cloak just enough, and look at the sight in front of me. I am dazed, as right in front of me, about ten feet away , lies what we have been fighting for. The 'Tarimini'. The source of unlimited power. Besides me , I hear Jane gasp, and I know behind me the entire Yashawa(my tribe) expressed the same response. A gasp. Because what we wanted was so near, yet so far. Above us , the roar of the vellociraptors amplified. This was it. This was WAR.
We set up camp, and the Yashawa Damki , or the Yashawa warriors, seized the Tarimini. The vellociraptors encroached on the nearby cliffs and hills, roaring, yet not attacking. The vellociraptors had no authority to attack unless ordered by their masters. One vellociraptor , probably their Klajeha , flew and sat on top of the Tarimini. We ignored the site, and continued to tie up the Tarimini. Once the Tarimini was all tied, we set up tents. Tomorrow the Damaraysas would appear, the ones who held the vellociraptors slaves, and the war would start. Damaraysas were beautiful , majestic dragons with bodies as blue as the ocean lined with white as silver as the pearls. Their voice was as soft as thunder, and eyes as real and enchanting as love. They are believed to defeat enemies just by their beauty, infatuating foes and taking them prisoners. Not us. We are not the ones for love.
The next day, as soon as the first rays of sun laid their feet on earth, and the clouds parted ways, came the Damaraysas. All the annoying banter of the vellociraptors halted instantly. All our banter halted instantly too. It was do or die. Either die powerless beings of the Earth, as impactful as the soil , or emerge victorious , with the power to alter the course of the universe. The Yashawas were not leaving without one of the two.
With one roar of the Head Damaraysas, began the battle of Rangwa. We fought for one hundred and forty days ; brave, strong , determined. Though as our number waned , and their remained constant, we began to brood. There were five of them and one thousand remained of us , and yet we began to brood.
So I pulled out my Aagwahan, the fire sword , and aimed straight for one of the Damaraysas, and laughed like the devil as its limp body fell fifty feet below to the earth . One down, four to go. I smirked , holding my sword against the sun and basking in the glory of the glistening blood. Almost immediately, another Damaraysas aimed for my neck, and flew me up, undoubtedly planning to deliver me the same fate that I delivered to its kind. I may have suffered the same fate, if it hadn't been for Jane who threw her Aagwahan at the Damaraysas, nearly missing my head , and stabbing it in its claws. Writhing in pain, the Damaraysas released its grip on me , and I fell on the edge of the cold stone land below. I slipped, and quickly held on to the land, legs dangling in the air. A Yashawa Damki helped me up back on land, and knelt besides me . My hand reached for my neck, which had blood flowing like the Nile, and if not heeded to soon enough, I should have certainly perished. I close my eyes as the Yashawa Damki applied pressure on the wound, and sealed it with gauze. He was about to take me off the battlefield , for the severe fall had surely broken my legs , however, a vellociraptor attacked him , and he succumbed to his death.
I lay now in the midst of a pile of bodies, and my best bet was to pretend I was dead. So I lay as still as I could , and watched the horrors taking place around me. Our numbers continued to wane , and the loss of one Damaraysas did not seem to affect them much. It seemed that the war was lost, when the Major Damki attacked another Damaraysas with his Jamaka Horn, and the Damarysas was turned to ice. The Damkis pushed the Damaraysas off the cliff, and everyone heard the ice shatter.
The Damkis fought bravely, and now that we were down to twenty vellociraptors and three Damaraysas, our future did not look so bleak. The Damkis then divided into three units , one surrounded a Damaraysas, the one hurt by Jane's Aagwahan, while the other two fought of the other Damaraysas and vellicoraptors. Finally the surrounded Damaraysas succumbed to its death. It , however, took down a good number of the the unit, and the army now seemed incredibly small.
Hopes did not die down though. Two Damaraysas and five vellociraptors stood in the way of ultimate power, and at this point the vellociraptors were no real threat at all. Thinking me dead, Jane took over the Yashawas as the Klajehi and regrouped them. She spoke about how the prophecy said that the Yashawa were the real caretakers of Tarimini , and that they will fulfill the prophecy. She told them to attack the two Damaraysas simultaneously, once the Damaraysas were defeated , the vellociraptors will flee, and the Yashawa would be victorious. The Major Damki would lead one unit, and Jane another.
And so began the attack. The Damaraysas roared and growled at the incoming Damkis , and flapped their wings to brew up a thunderstorm. This made the attack of the Damkis much more difficult, yet they not so much as blinked , and fought valiantly. The Damkis took down the Damaraysas, and Jane climbed atop the last one. The Damaraysas shook itself violently , and Jane was in grave danger of falling down. Holding on to its wings, she pulled out her Damki Sword, and pushed it through the Damaraysas' heart. The Damaraysas fell to the ground below, and its blood gushed on the land like a hose without a nozzle. The Tarimini began to glow, and the Yashawas climbed atop it , elated. Jane, the Klajehi, took the Damaraysas blood in her hands , and poured it down the Tarimini. As soon as the blood touched the Tarimini, it began to glow , and so did the blood gushing out the dead Damaraysas. The blood was now powerful , Jane explained, and could be used to heal the wounded Damkis. All two hundred of them.
And so all the wounded were healed , me included,and the Yashawas became the most powerful creatures to live on Earth. I later resigned from the Klajeha , and honoured Jane with the title of Klajehi for her valour in the Battle of Rangwa. The Yashawas then ruled till the end of times, omnipresent and omnipotent , with the power of Tarimini at their sides. The Blani grew immensely satisfied , and showered the Yashawa tribe with riches , and that is the story of how Earth became the temple of the Blani and the palace of the Yashawas.
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