Blood In the Ancestral Land
Chapter 3

The soaring ideals as if dropped to a drop to the ground. Many reported that the king turned away from the princess. Rumors of the departure of ancestral heritage animals in the wrenches made a concern for the people. Usually the flapping of Garuda's wings stretches wagging above the rising of the sun.

It had been a long time that Garuda's voice had not boomed in the air. No one guarded the castle fortress as strong as that giant beast. Some of the guards every night often find the intruders wearing ninja masks who often hunt for something into the palace.

“The princess has been confirmed that this palace is on the verge of collapse. Every night the enemies always try to enter looking for a gap and even kill the rulers” said the palace advisor.

“Against the crown princess, state officials requested that the princess be immediately inducted into the queen of Mangkubuana weigh the enemies who began to build a sect inside the palace” said the prime minister Judge.

“Please immediately consider our decree princess!” the officials faced while bowing their bodies.

Not even a hundred days after the departure of the king and queen Mangkubuana. How could she ascend the throne as if by holding a celebration as the new queen of Mangkubuana?

Considering and remembering all the riots that occurred in the palace, he felt that the wrong thing would decide the damning thing. The princess ended the meeting. He returned to the oversized room staring at the photos of his parents. A sense of regret arises in the heart of mengikhlaskan Garuda andil in the battlefield. The princess was taught to wait inside please be anxious.

“If you really turn away from me then I myself will go there” muttered the princess.

Inside his subconscious, he opened his eyes to see the fiery red sky. There was a fire falling in the land of Buana. The people who were burning, hiding to fear. The ruined palace, from the ground out the creeping roots covered the entire kingdom.

“Where is my country beautiful?” the princess stood among the rubble of the pillars that were falling on the fire.

“Princess__” Kumetra's voice woke her up.

He wiped his sweaty face.

His breath hunting, the princess ran up to look up into the sky. Then he saw the side of the housing ranks of the people. Lonely, silent, cold under the moonlight that refused to appear.

“What's the princess? You screamed so loud. The guards almost broke down the door.”

“I had a bad dream. Buana's sky is raining a fire that burns.”

“Bisaster! Princess, we must call the clairvoyant Ming” immediately

The palace envoy did not find his presence in the hermitage room. After the death of king and queen Buan. His tracks disappeared, all his mystical objects and necessities were still neatly stored in the room.

“Where did the Ming fortune teller go? Why did he disappear?” ask the princess.

“We don't know princess, palace guard is trying to solve this case. After finding out the fortune teller disappeared, the palace guard immediately deployed a scattered army to look for him” replied the core guard.

Behind all these mysteries there is Mr. Poh who became the main puppeteer looking for loopholes to seize the position of the seat of greatness. Palace guards found traces of a scarf belonging to a Ming fortune teller that was stuck in one of the palace's backyard trees.

They stopped at a fallen tree. There is one that is the center of attention there is a pile of wet twig fractures such as being hit by water flush. The palace guard brushed the branch to the opposite side, looking at a large brown board in chains with a large padlock.

The guard swung the sword opening the chains wrapped around and the padlock. The board opens up from below a very dark tunnel. The guard turned on a match, he threw it into It looked like there was a ladder that reached down.

They entered the left behind only two guards who were assigned to guard from a distance. The guard also asked them to close the board and tidied it back to its original place.

“How about chains and padlocks that are already open?” said one of the guards.

“We just cover it with a chain that is separated by half” said the other guard.

Inside the narrow basement, there was a torch illuminating inside. The palace guard and three bodyguards followed in his footsteps from behind, along a narrow passageway strewn with skull bones and small black animals creeping on the earth wall.

The palace guard who was ready to thrust a swinging sword in case of a surprise attack, a strange sound came from behind the other side of the wall. Behind the wall were two dwarf men holding daggers in both hands. Knowing the presence of the guard, they immediately attacked their inner manpower beyond estimation so the four of them were overwhelmed avoiding the attack.

The guard killed one of the men. His head was already separated from the body but a pair of normal eyeballs were staring while showing his taper canines.

“Don't-don't they're stealth!” shouted one of the soldiers.

The detached headless body stood back in surrender to the soldiers while the other man had been killed with the sword still stuck in his heart. Now they read the weak points on the two dwarf men. The guard jumped running to the side and grabbed two swords belonging to the soldiers. He stabbed the heart of a dwarf man. The stab was so deep it pierced through his body.

After the two were killed, they continued their guard positions. At the end of a dark hallway filled with snakes wriggling near a woman who was given a door divider of bamboo material.

“It looks like it was a Ming” fortune teller said one of the soldiers.

They saw a door connected to the ceiling of the ground joined to a chain that binds to the body of the fortune teller. One of the soldiers touched the bamboo barrier, suddenly an arrow attack trap penetrated his body on the right and left. Instantly the soldier breathed his last breath with his eyes open bleeding.

“Be careful don't touch anything!” said the guard.

He peeked out from between the parapet doors, and saw the clairvoyant Ming standing upright with both hands and feet in chains. His condition is very alarming, all over the body is concerned there is blood dripping from between his legs.

The Ming clairvoyant lowered his head, hair covering his face. Behind her hair she felt a human presence staring at her.

“Who are you?” he said with a vibrating tone.

“We are the messengers of Mangkubuana palace. Forecaster, hold on until I find a way to release you” said the guard.

“At last you came too, O palace guard Trangga, I have seen you will save me from death that I cannot avoid. You better get out of here.”