The End of the World - Story I
The Story of the Past: Behind the Chaos (2.1)

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In a small village on the southern coast of the Raja Amarah region, there lived a young girl named Santika. He lives with his mother and others in his friendly and happy little village. A village of simple fishermen, but they live in peace and prosperity.

Even though the entire continent was still in a state of war between the 7 Kings of Bengal, our small village on the coastal edge never experienced the effects of a terrible war.

Little Santika has three very valuable friends. His three best friends are me (Udhata), Sodha, and Wirasana. The four of us were close friends and always together. Santika, which is not entirely a Human Nation, is not at all treated differently. The whole village and we all love him.

Once, our village was visited by soldiers from the capital of the Kingdom of Amarah. The soldiers came on the order of the King to pick up the three companions of Santika to take to the capital. They said that those of us who were selected would be trained to be candidates for the Knights.

I, Sodha, and Wirasana were overjoyed to hear that. Our parents thought the same. Things never imagined by the villagers, where we who are just ordinary fishermen's children will be made a Knight who will serve the King.

But with our departure to the capital, we must be willing to part with our precious companions. Santika said that he was okay, and said that we must train earnestly there in order to become a Knight who can boast of the entire village.

I who at that time harbored special feelings for the beautiful Santika, could not resist the burning feelings. That night, before our departure for the capital, I ventured to express my feelings for her.

On the deserted shore, under the sparkling of illuminating stars. Santika who I admire very much is standing in front of me who can never reveal the contents of the heart.

Until finally Sodha and Wirasana came to us to say goodbye last time. Hearing their farewells, Santika dripped a pure tirta from her two eyelids that glittered the shining moonlight.

Seeing her so appreciative of our friendship, I also felt that this was not the right time to express my heart. And that's the feeling that ultimately has to stay in the heart.

The next day, as dawn shone on the horizon, the three of us finally set out for the capital. Together with the soldiers from the capital, we traveled through the mountains of burning fire, leaving our hometown to walk north.

Beautiful beaches that are peaceful and prosperous are now no longer visible to the eye, replaced by hot craters and magma flows. I think this is the reason our village is so remote from the rest of the region, it is because it has to pass through these volcanoes if it wants to go there.

More than a week had passed, we finally reached the capital of the Kingdom of Amarah. We were then taken to a training barracks for the Knight candidates. There we met other children who were brought from various regions to become prospective Knights. One of them is that jerk Danendra.

In times of war, the obsessed King of Anger wants to increase his strength, trying to gather children who have the potential for the blessings of the Knights. It was done so that when a Knight was killed, children who had the potential for blessings would inherit and replace his position as a Knight. That way the Knights who have the highest power of Mankind will be on his side.

There we were trained hard by a Knight who was dubbed the strongest Man in the world, Basita the Murwa Kunkara. He was the younger brother of the previous King of Anger. That is why he served his kingdom and his homeland.

After several years of training to become a candidate for Knights, one by one of us managed to get a blessing and replace the position of Knights. Many of the other children who first managed to get the blessing, but many of them did not last long because of strength that is not suitable or killed in battle.

But finally I, Wirasana, and Sodha managed to get the blessing of the Knights after other children who first became Knights died while plunging into battle.

After becoming Knights, the three of us got our first assignment from the King. It was defending the kingdom from the invasion of the greedy King's fleet that planned an attack through the southern sea lane.

Instantly caught in our minds in case of an attack from the southern sea, the first area hit by an attack was our hometown village on the southern coast.

Without waiting for long, the three of us rushed to lead the troops to head to the south coast. Passing through the mountains of fire that is so heated, forcing the troops to continue walking, in order to save the hometown from the enemy who came to attack.

We're looking for survivors, but there's none in sight. There were only corpses lying in every place.

What is the village's fault? They were simple fishermen. Never causing trouble or interfering in world affairs. Just living peacefully in a happy little village. Does it deserve such blind cruelty?

We kept trying to find everywhere, if anyone survived and survived. Finally, we went to a boat owned by a local fisherman. The charred ship whose wood still feels warm.

Inside was a girl sitting quietly. Along with his pale face that looked messy, he was pensive in the void. A face that is so effective in memory. A face I miss so much and will never forget. It was Santika, the girl who was still a cult.

Now he sits in a hollow in the hull of a charred ship. Along with the tattered clothes he sprawled. We rushed to him who seemed to be leaning.

We called out his name while confirming the condition of his body. There's no wound. His breath and pulse were still there. We exhaled a breath of relief. Our precious friend still survives apparently.

But looking at the surrounding conditions, the charred ship was not left and the corpses were burned around it. It is impossible if Santika who is also in it does not burn because of it.

It was then that we remembered that he was no ordinary man. He was a half-Jinn descendant who had no idea where he came from.

After that, we took her to a treatment camp for treatment. Some time passed, Santika also opened her two charming eyeballs. The glint of the eyes that I miss so much.

After fully waking up and opening our eyes, we asked what had happened to him and the other villagers. And he said that suddenly yesterday after dusk, there came a fleet of ships carrying many soldiers.

After landing on the beach, they set fire to houses and arrested the women. Those who were just ordinary fishermen, were powerless against the forces of the soldiers. The inhabitants also slaughtered them. And the women were raped, then held captive in a ship and burned in it. Santika is one of them.

After the destruction, rape, and massacre, the soldiers returned to their ships and sailed somewhere.

We who heard the story from Santika, immediately growled with anger made. Our hometown was destroyed, its women were raped at the same time, and its inhabitants were massacred. Our family and friends have become victims.

The girl I loved so much was now crying with fear, remembering such a heartbreaking incident.

Our blood is turbulent, overwhelmed with anger and hatred, so eager for revenge. Our anger was on the King of Greed and his grounded troops scorched their hometowns and returned after leaving all destruction and suffering.

After waiting and being on standby for some time, the enemy did not return to attack. Therefore, we were ordered to return to the capital with Santika.

Upon our return to the capital, we heard the news that our teacher, Basita the Murwa Kunkara had gone and betrayed the kingdom. And he now defected to the King of Greed and became the teacher of one of the young princes there, the first son of King Bawika.

After seeing the cruelty of the King of Greed and the betrayal of our own teacher who turned to support him, along with the anger and hatred that was still pent up, at the order of the King of Rage, we also planned a scheme of revenge.

That is by launching a surprise attack in the celebration of the birthday celebration of the maturity of the youngest son of the King of Greed Bawika.