Rising through the flames

Chapter 02-Coronation

Scarlet edifice was eagerly getting prepared for the coronation of the rebellious prince Yanak. The prestigious emblem of the Rakshas swayed in the wind. This edifice is reffered as a "swarga bumi"
(Heaven on earth) Dwarkanaj fountain connects directly with the pond which was situated along the path which leads towards the edifice.

Each and every wall in this scarlet edifice was made out of crystals. Thus, the reflection of the clear water throws back onto those crystal walls and glistens brightly. Portraits of ancient warriors who faught for the betterment of Thrailokapura was carved near the entrance to the edifice. Council members entered into the large hall decorated with red rubies. The aurora in the sky faded and changed into blood red.

"This is not a good sign." Attendants began to whisper with each other.

"It's obvious for the sky to turn red because this nasty prince massacred a whole clan." said another.

"Hush, Though we accept or not he's going to be our king so be careful about your words."

Silence prevailed until Queen Berunda's presence.

"All hail mother queen Berunda. Hail! Long live mother queen Berunda."

She was a dark skinned woman with a broadened face and a flickering gaze. She was a perfect replica of cruelty. Even her silver mixed jewels and the Welorbu (A dagger used for witchcraft) tucked around her waist through the use of a golden belt manifested her atrocious figure.
She looked down upone the gathering as if his son was going to aquire the throne with the blessing of the citizens. She got seated beside the throne and eyed at the gathering viciously.

Sound of the conch vibrated the whole edifice. This marks the arrival of Prince Yanak
"All hail prince Yanak... Hail.. Hail..."

The young prince quickened his pace towards the throne eagerly with an overwhelming pleasure to occupy the throne. Chief minister Malviran was holding the sword "Jamila" and handed it over to prince Yanak and crowned him.

"All hail our great king Yanak....... Rajadhiraja, maharaja, Bala parakrama Yanak.... Long live the king... Long live the mother queen Berunda."

These words which hovered all over the air made mother queen Berunda and Prince Yanak burst out into a sententious but cruel happiness. King Yanak worshipped his mother. Her feet being touched by King Yanak's forehead.
She made him stand up and stroked his head

"You did it my son. You made me feel proud. You are the king of this whole country and you are powerful my son. No one can stop you now."

King Yanak gave out an arrogant smile to his mother and got seated on his throne. His young boold curled as he felt the touch of the royal throne which he dreamt of acquiring. He brushed the golden throne from his hands and smirked.

" Today I gained the title Maharaja and I would like to say that my one and only aim is to serve the country by getting rid of all the evil forces. I want the citizens of Thrailokapura to obey all the rules and be humble to my words and remember I won't tolerate any kind of step taken against my reign. If so I'll have to take strict actions. Remember what happened to the Naga clan due to their disobedience. "

This sounded just like a speech given by an arrogant child. All the councilors and the clan leaders looked at each other. It was actually a matter to laugh for this young Prince and his mother were the only evil forces that should be eradicated.

New council members were appointed and the old council members were given more higher positions. Prince Malviran was appointed as his general and the clan leaders were rewarded with gold and specific fiefs.

"Now it's time to enjoy and celebrate the happiness."

King Yanak clapped his hands. Troupes of young beautiful courtesants encircled the council miraculously by creating magnificent designs through the use of their splendid performances. Some played their ravantha (A musical instrument) and sang melodiously. The young king was enjoying and so did the council members. Their cups were filled upto the brim with imported wine and local liquor.

Meanwhile the city was bustling up and all the taverns were busy. They had no other choice but accept and enjoy the arrival of their new king.

"King Yanak would become a dictator for sure. He has no any legal right for the thrown anyway. "
Said a drunken trader.

"Eh!! Eh!! Lower your voice. If someone hears you it'll be the end of you."
Said the other local trader by sipping his opium.

"I approve the new king, The Massacre of the naga clan is justifiable upto a certain extent."

"Aaah?? Why do you say so Setti?"

The local trader smirked by eying at the fellow trader.

"I always disliked the Nagas. They really consisted of a classy attitude and they always looked down upon our Urutmala clan (A sub clan) because our clan was made up by outcast people. Ha.. at a point they deserves it."

At once a loud thud was heard. A young man placed the liquor on the table aggressively and walked out of the tavern.

The whole tavern bickered about this young man.

" Who the hell is he? Why did he act like that? Seems to be a vagabond without manners."

They were totally incorrect in their judgement for he belongs to one of the most decent clans.
A noble gentleman, who is sharp than a blade and powerful than the sun god, Nanda.
His wrath could have chattered that man into pieces due to the inhuman remark about the massacre of his clan.
They probably didn't recognize him because they had never seen clan leader Naga's son. Mounted on a white horse with the resemblance of benediction he directed his own path.

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💙Sorry for giving late updates guys. I am publishing this one by making vast changes in my original story. So it takes time.
I also thought to publish short chapters so that it'll be easy to read.
However, I hope that you all are enjoying the story and don't forget to vote and comment on the story. 💙

- Tharu -