The fatally wounded Adarsh gestured Ishani to run while leaping to grab the leg of the man who was advancing towards her. The soil beneath him slowly turned crimson and blood flowed from his mouth.
The spear in Ishani's hand almost dropped from the shivers her feeble fingers endured. The man who had driven a sword through her love was now coming towards her.
"Ishani, please..." Adarsh begged, "Go."
The man turned around and smirked at Adarsh. He spat on him and kicked him in the chest sending hin reeling back. He laughed...and turned around. Just then. The sharp spearhead was driven into his gap between his jaw and his neck. The same hands that shivered a moment ago had gripped the spear with profound strength to kill a man twice Ishani's size.
She hurried over to Adarsh pulling him up. Tara too had come out of the camp and was helping Adarsh in to treat him as soon as possible. Nandini registered the status of Adarsh and let out a defeated sigh but still got up to treat him. Ishani fell to her knees as Adarsh coughed up blood. Adarsh was looking at her with a bloody smile that seemed like dismissing the possibility of his treatment.
She got up and walked to the corner of the camp where the Shivling resided. She got back onto her knees again brought both her hands together. She closed her eyes as a tear fell from her left eye.
"I haven't prayed in a long time." She said, "but I suppose that can be justifiable if you don't help me when I do pray."
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"Darsh! We cannot hold longer." Abhik shouted, "All our troops are being overpowered."
Darsh though extremely guilty for letting the battle go on for longer than it should have, kept his composure with Ansh. There was a hint of sadness in the way Ansh fought. Every soldier of his that fell seemed like it took a toll on him making him angrier and sadder.
Chavi fought the General with utmost precision. She couldn't afford to lose. She searched far along the field to find any sight of Gaurang who had left on his mission. In a slight moment of her distraction, the General had put her on the ground and was already on top of her. The only that defended Chavi from the wrath of his blade was her own sword that halted his attack at her neck. It wasn't easy really, to put off a man that big and strong. She really strained herself.
Rajat fought with all his might, the allies of the Dharini kingdom. Both Nishumbh and Suyodhan attacked him together. Keeping track of one's fighting pattern was hard enough but two was nearly a death wish and yet Rajat fought.
•••
"If you can't help us yourself..." Ishani drew a breath as she opened her eyes, "then send us someone who will."
The curtains of the camp flew with the unexpected wind. Two slender women entered the camp, parcels in their hands, black Kohl rimmer their pale brown eyes, their clay bangles jingled, their pure cotton cloth went along with the wind's dance. Black markings gave the corners of their eyes a charm.
•••
The land under Chavi's back started to shake. She felt the vibrations go up her spine. The general too noticed it and looked around. Chavi took the opportunity to stand up.
The rocks around Darsh's feet jumped up from their places for the ground rumbled like the thunder of the mid summer's rain. A small but knowing smirk spread across his lips.
From the parting between the valley, a sea of soldiers all on foot and some on elephants, poured out into the battlefield. Catching the men by surprise. Their wooden and bamboo weapons, positively primitive, stood a terrifying sight for the enemy soldiers. Excellently maneuvering through the armies, the tribes attacked the enemy soldiers with ease.
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LEGACY ||Indian Historical Fiction||
Fiction Historique||PART- 2- REGAL DUOLOGY|| (Can be read as a standalone) Darsh, the most illustrious son of Ashokdhar, is kind, loving, caring and simply just too good to be the Yuvraj. So, he's all set to become the king. He had his priorities set straight, the ki...
