It was said, my ancestral grand uncle, Raja Loyor, the eldest brother of my ancestral granpa, was invincible to weapons, made by man. Making him indestructable.
He, being the father of the infamous Puteri Saadong who has kept her honour while being held captive by the tyrannous Ayuthya king,was thesecond king from the Jembal royal house, Sultan of thr Greater Pattani.
Did he bathe in the river Styx, like the lores of Greek’s?
I refuse to accept that he had merely used lesser sihir, to make his skin and body invincible, for he was a very wara’ man …he died after the wound caused by a black magic – ed alligator incantated by the royal Ayuthya warlock. With body made of Babong roots and teeth out of coconut shells, it was animated with accursed black magic. The teeth, coconut shells per se, was not usual weapons per se, managed to outdo the invincibility of Raja Loyor. The croc of doom bit him on its third try, while Raja Loyor was taking ablutions in the river. So is fate.
Who am I?
As I was watching Tribes and Empires : Storm of Prophecy, a vision appeared to me. At the back of my eye. Like a movie.
Perhaps not unlike a scene when HayamWuruk was lounging with his ministers and courtiers.
The nobel, long haired, in red, with a lighter war armour as his clothing, was on a square but small stage. Also red. While surrounding him was a few perhaps close ministers and courtiers. It was not a proper balaironf. More sort of a saloon.
A being that moves with lightning speed has just appeared and sat in front of the nobel, who was concentrating on drawing or writing something with a brush.
The nobel, had a larger than usual ear accessory. Backed in red, wrought in gold, it adorned the the back of his ear, plastered to the side of his head i defiance. Like an ear of sorts. But only one. His attire, war like, in red and gold. Light armour but sufficient.
They were revelling to him, stories of old.about lessons and pearlsof wisdom of age.
His ears. His ears can grow a oit pointed. Just a tad, very litle, poi ty. But not much at all.
He lacked nothing, that he was aware off. He was happy. Because he didn’t know that he have not found his love. So, he lived his life with purpose but free. He dived into the river styx, as it is customed, a rite for the abled body and mind of hid age.
He stayed vigil, i Waiting. Bidding his time.
Pix credit to Pis Saro,ThisisColassal.com