War, Bloodshed, intrigue, treason, betrayal, sins have abounded and the gods are watching, kali warrior goddess has been unable to withstand the imploring of her devotees, her Commander, the yogini is weary of wars and pleads for fusion in to the co...
"It is often the plainest of all that has the greatest valor" – the prince who died young.
The swords of the sunanda's clan were deadly and of excellent workmanship. Many of them were ambidextrous and fought with twin blades. But none could compare with the iron hilt fashioned as tiger's head specific for each hand swords of vispala's. It stands as a testimony to exemplary metallurgy without rusting through the ages with no maintenance what so ever.
Sunanda's serpent swords gets mentioned in many artifacts and equally famed as her sister's but it is believed to be lost - Chief archeologist ASI.
The sayas raced towards the fortress swiftly; they couldn't afford any losses to their very meager numbers. Any loss or incapacitation reduced their chance of victory drastically. They could now see the fast approaching sungas. Vrishaba and Asi raced towards the gates along with the others; vishpala, with a twist of her sword decapitated the last man's head, and looked at the new reinforcements. The ramsingha heralded their arrival; the dawn had shown the new reinforcements what had happened to their comrades and spurred them to come after the fleeing sayas; and after all, with their greater numbers they could afford to lose a few of their soldiers.
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It was now a foot race between the two sides. The sayas had be inside safely; the sungas had their horsemen in the front of their army, which gave the sayas a sizeable advantage as the archers were quite behind and the few uncoordinated arrows which whistled past them made no difference as most of the sayas entered the narrow lane to the fortress and were in within few shanams.
Vishpala was one of the last few sayas remaining on the field. She whistled and her horse sukiviradha flew to her; she caught the bridle of the running horse and hoisted herself on to him and raced across the narrow lane flanked on both sides with deep spike filled pits, when a huge burning rock came hurtling down towards her. Sukiviradha was a blur in his speed. He flew as swift as the wind carrying his mistress and veered to avoid the burning rock; the rock sailed past them and fell just ahead, making a huge chasm on the already narrow lane. The impact of the burning boulder on the spikes resulted in jettisoning a loose spike which pierced sukivridha's flank.
Sukivirdha threw his mistress off the saddle and fell in to pit to be impaled on the spikes. A dazed vishpala got up and ran to the edge towards the neighs of pain. Sukivirdha was still alive dying painfully. This horse had been with her through many painful days; and sometimes even one's sister could never quench the pain of a barren womb. Losing a child was worse; but losing two was an unbearable pain no mother should know. Sukiviradha had been a soothing balm; and now he was dying. She took a throwing knife and did the only thing a true blood sibling would do; for he was no less.
"Sleep well my loyal friend. May you run free in eternal sunshine and green meadows;"and threw her knife. The knife struck sukiviradha's eyes penetrating his skull killing him instantly. She saw vrishaba turning to come back; "Go back vrishaba!" she shouted. "Asi, I order you to keep him in." she will not sacrifice anyone else with her; it wasn't practical.... She turned unsheathing her swords and faced the massive sunga sena alone.
