The Wars

XXVIII- Aranya- FOR JUSTICE!

Our plan was simple: A large part of our army attacked Duryodhana's palace, while a small arsenal of soldiers attacked the borders of Swarga. 

Naturally, we were part of the team which attacked the palace, but I didn't expect the battle to turn out like that.

The moon was still hiding, and, thanks to Chaya Devi's yakshini's shadows, we were able to be discreet. 

My friends and I led the army, the Pandavas protecting the rear. We came in front of two guards, and I hesitated for a split second.

"They killed Nilan!"

"But they didn't kill him!"

"They're part of the army!"

My brain split into two, and the two parts argued with each other.

"You can't hesitate! They'll kill you!" A part of my brain screamed. 

I took a deep breath, and whispered, "Sorry."

Then I chopped off both of their heads. 

I walked. I walked without looking at their headless bodies, with blood leaking from their decapitated bodies. "They won't be going home today," I thought. 

Quickly wiping the tear from my cheek, I came across two other guards. Squeezing my eyes shut, I killed them too.

My friends, brothers, the army and I killed off all the guards in the palace. At least, the ones who were protecting the perimeter. 

It wouldn't be long before Duryodhana realized we had attacked, and would raise the alarm.

His army of rakshasas, asuras, and now enslaved yakshas would flood the  palace. Much like- "No. Don't think about it." I told myself firmly. 

As if on cue, alarms started blaring everywhere. I tried to cover my ears, but it was too much. My head started pounding, and my eardrums were threatening to implode. 

But I didn't care. I raised my knife, and magic fire blazed onto my palm. 

"CHARGE!" I yelled. And a battle cry rose up from both the armies. 

"FOR JUSTICE!" we all yelled. 

I scythed through the soldiers, some yakshas, some monsters. My eyes streamed with tears as I did it, but it was war. There was no mercy. 

As I had suspected, nobody died. They were gravely injured, but they didn't die. It was living hell. 

 How it happened, I didn't know. I was pushed to the ground, and a monster was pressing his knife to my throat. 

My dagger was out of my hand, and it was only a centimeter away.....

I stretched my arm, hoping to reach it, but it was too far, with the monster strangling me.

"So this is how I'll die,"  I thought, "By asphyxiation. Not by old age. I failed. I couldn't bring you back. I'm sorry, Nilan."  

A rope looped around his neck, which looked suspiciously like a glowing noose. 

"Go away." A familiar voice said. 

The monster crumbled to dust, and the beaming face of Nilan Dhagra came into my view.