Swordsman Without Friends
Siulan Srianah's.
Being alone in the stone cave and only in the light of the torch fire that dimmed because it almost ran out of oil made Pranacitra's heart a little nervous. with the help of the torch light in his left hand that was lifted from the gap in the cave wall he began to look for clues to the secret path around the cave.
Even though the cold damp stone cave was not so wide, but to check it took quite a long time.even when the torch fire was completely extinguished, it was not, there was not half the wall he had checked.
''Damn., the torch is dead.!'' rutuk Pranacitra while slamming the torch from the bamboo rod to the floor of the cave until it broke. now the atmosphere in the cave became pitch black. moreover, the time outside had arrived at night until it made the limp's eyes no longer able to see into his own two hands.
With a little panic and fumbling finally Pranacitra can reach the wall of the stone cave and sit leaning.he does not know which wall of the cave next. by sitting leaning his feelings became calmer and his mind clearer.he remembered the Blue Nirmala magic stone, even though it only had a slightly dim blue light but could help a little to see the surroundings.
The magic stone was already on his palm, the bluish rays were slightly dim and felt cool. Pranacitra breathed in the magic air that emanated from the Blue Nirmala stone up to several times until the blood and heart clotting toxins that had churned and spread back subsided and collected in one place. his body felt fresher.His sight, hearing and smell also grew sharper.
With the help of the light of the sacred stone Nirmala Blue Pranacitra returned to search around the cave, because according to the secret road map 'Thousand Poisons' that he had memorized, he said, the secret door to the valley was inside a stone cave that was probably this cave.
Looking for something that is not known for sure its location and shape in the dark, of course, is very difficult.even though until the time has passed midnight Pranacitra has not been able to find it. This limp young man continues to feel, even though the time has passed through the middle of the night Pranacitra has not been able to find it, tapping, pressing and twisting every stone protrusion that is in the cave, but everything does not produce anything.
The sound of the crows of the forest rooster is heard, although it is still very dark outside but the day has changed in the morning. Pranacitra again sat leaning against the wall of the cave tired, also his heart was upset and began to arise doubts.
''Was I mistaken about this cave or my memory mistaken.?'' the limp is confused either because he is too tired or begins to despair his mind becomes empty. Pranacitra closed his eyes about to sleep, but all day he has not eaten anything, hunger makes it difficult to fall asleep. let alone continue to sound water droplets from the roof of the stone cave moist and cold. when the atmosphere is quiet like this, the slightest sound will certainly be heard clearly.not to mention there is a cold air coming out of the cave wall behind his neck to cause a buzzing sound in his ears, and, makes the limp even more upset.
''Sit., it's noisy.!'' shouted Pranacitra upset while turning his body and then throw his hand into the wall of the cave. The blows of the young man from Mount Bisma was not so hard but able to make an overdraft as big as a fist. Pranacitra sensed that there was a strange, cold air blowing from the wall hole of his punch not only became stronger, but also began to emit a carcass.!
This young man rolled away.The Blue Nirmala magic stone in his suction as deep as possible.
After his breathing was under control he began to come back closer. With his left hand holding the magic stone near his nose, the young man's right hand began to dredge a hole in the cave wall.
The bigger and deeper the hole size of his hand punches the more foul fog comes out of it. Pranacitra continued to crack his teeth. Although his breathing was set in such a way but still he could not stand, by rolling back this young man away and vomiting. because all day his stomach was not filled, but still he could not stand it, only wind and water came out of his mouth.
Pranacitra tore off his right arm.Tear the cloth was wrapped around to cover his mouth and nose.The Blue Nirmala magic stone was slid inside the nose cover cloth. thus he can continue to suck the magic air from the stone, as well as an antidote to rotten air that may also be poisonous.
The dark atmosphere of the stone cave was getting thickened by the snaking fog and continued to spread out until the cave came out.quickly this limp young man came back forward, with both hands he dug the walls of the cave became wider and wider, for some reason he was so sure this hole was related to the secret passage to the Valley of the Thousand Poisons.
'Whees., Braaak., Dhaas.!'
'Sraaak, Glhaaar.!'
Along with the sound of rock clusters and the collapse of the cave wall layer Pranacitra's body also fell down. now the hole opened to form a long hallway as high as one spear. some rocks from above also fell on his body and head until he was squeezed and difficult to move forward.The young man cursed, Rust, I do not want to die like a fool. there are still many tasks and blood debts that I must complete.."
Withstanding the pain of the rock rubble that hit his body Pranacitra tried to crawl. he roared in pain almost unconscious when his head was hit by a lump of stone fist. with his eyes twitching fireflies he continued to try to crawl into the hole. Behind him there was a rumbling sound. Apparently the roof and wall of the cave had collapsed covering the cave hole.
There is no way back. Pranacitra also did not know the long and winding stone passage to where, he could only continue to move forward by draining all the rest of his energy, while from the front the foul mists continued to blow. the suffering experienced by this limp young man was very heavy.from the top of the rock cluster still befalling while the rotten air also continued to spread.
Pranacitra did not know nor did he care how many sharp rocks hurt and squashed his body.His head was wet with sweat and blood pouring.The air in the hallway felt increasingly stuffy, even more, claustrophobic and nauseating.
''Once done, damn bastard., I hate my weakness.!'' indignant Pranacitra berated himself.his body was too weak his strength ran out, let alone continue to crawl even to move his fingers only he was not able to. he felt that death would pick him up. in such circumstances this young man remembered almost all the journey of his life, from when he was still with his father to fall in this rotten cave hall.
Of the many sweet bitter events that he experienced, Pranacitra felt most memorable when he was with Srianah, the girl of copet pupil Ki Suta.
''Why do you like to whistle such a pathetic rhythmic song.?'' pranacitra asked one time when he and Srianah were sitting in the shade in a small cave while rain fell on the earth. this pickpocket girl in Sewon market is sitting on the shoulder of the young man while her tiny lips whistle a sad rhythmic song.
''Eehm no, this whistling song is just to comfort my heart, my late mother who taught it. He said if our hearts are sad or desperate, whistle like this and pray. you will feel better, said Srianah at that time.
Pranacitra laughed in his heart to hear the young girl's words, because if all the complaints in the human heart can be treated by whistling it would be nice. for the young man only a fool or a lack of work who believes in such things and wants to do it.
But now from his lips precisely began to sound whistling. the sound of whistling rhythm was the same as that in the voice of Srianah. his tone was quite sad, quite sad, Pranacitra also does not know this sad song whistles about what and why it is even made a heart entertainer.usually sad rhythmic songs will only make people feel more suffering.
But strangely the more he whistled also prayed in the heart, the feeling actually became better.in the moment of resignation and tranquility began to penetrate the soul.Pair of his eyes saw there was a speck of bright light at the end of the hall. even if only a beam of light but able to ignite the hope of life in the heart of the limp.