Dusky Moonlight

21(1)

Like throwing stilettos on the silky pitch-black sky, the silvery glimmers of the moon pierced and shrouded across the sky.

It's eerie, the wind, the woods, and the ocean altogether. No one, not a single soul is out at that misty midnight. The howling sound of the night creatures heard in the distance and the oozing breeze frosting all the flowers that are spreading the drowsy fragrance for the night and as if they couldn't bear the cold the flowers were dangling while waiting for the sun to rise up.

In the midst of that dense woods, like disturbing all these natural events, the trouncing majestic raven horse ran –penetrating the wind. The man should be skillful, brave, and strong enough to ride it this fast. He's all covered in the worn-out navy blue and black sartorial, the sumptuous pearls and corals around his neck were shimmering in the moonlight. His brown eyes were fierce and sharp.

It's hard to understand what he's chasing after, but he's reckless as if he's going to catch that moon in the sky's arena. The veins in his arms were bursting out of his muscular arm when he gripped the horse's bridle.

Like his search were came to an end, the horse halted before the river that rushing to meet the ocean. But his purpose is not to see the river. A group of thieves was smuggling the chests of gold which has been stolen from the cart directed to the palace.

"Stop there!" one of the men said when he saw the majestic frame on the horse. The man jumped on the ground in a thud and walked to them like he's deaf. There isn't a slight fear in his eyes when one of the men drawn a knife out.

The leader of that group came forward and glanced at the man, "Whoever you are, leave now or you won't ever be seen again!" his grumpy voice threatened him. But the man moved despite the warning.

He drove one of his khopesh from his armed back meaning that he's ready to fight. The dark stout man standing beside the leader moved to the man with confidence like he's going to wipe him down in a minute but before anyone could close and open their eyes that stout man fell to the ground getting a deep wound from Khopesh. That moment, all those men realized they aren't dealing with a commoner and that weapon can only hold by a trained fighter.

The men surrounded him with nervous filled faces. All they could see is just his eyes which are gazing around everyone. They all couldn't understand what is this man? Who came out of nowhere at this midnight. They all believed their plans were secret.

"So you want to die? Then don't worry I will give you the worse," the leader said. The thieves were strong and so the fearless man. He broke them all down and wounded them fatally and yet no one couldn't see him. Not a single person could touch his hair. At last, when the man took over that leader weapon and succumb to his feet.

That man who's wounded asked, "Who are you?"

But no reply came from that man, and the next moment he's not alive to speak. The mysterious man left like the way he came –like a wind.

The next morning, the entire town was talking about the recovered stolen gold before the King's fort. The guards found it from the shore when people informed about it and no one knows who killed all those guards and left the gold there.

Not only the people, inside the King's palace was talking about this entire thing. The fuss isn't about how they didn't lose the wealth because it a minute amount compared to the tons of treasure that King owns but how a man could kill 25 men who were dead out there that brutally.

Everyone said that it must be a skilled fighter and that must be from the palace. When this went to Narenthiran's ears he walked to the endless corridors of the place. He knows who's that man and it must be his friend –the crown prince of this nation Aathirajendra Pandya.