Pusaka Stories

A courier picks up a keris from an antique shop. It shouldn't have responded. Now his mother has been taken, a secret cult is hunting him, and the only man who can help is a broken old warrior who lost his son to the same war. Nine sacred keris. Nine Djinns. Five centuries of buried history. And Amad is the last bloodline of Hang Tuah - whether he likes it or not. PUSAKA. Nusantara urban fantasy.

Welcome to the world of black and white martial arts epics of medieval Jawadwipa! Despite being the daughter of a white martial arts "pendekar", Wening was dead set on ditching the so-called 'noble path' for its darker counterpart. Her father decided to stick with those pretentious principles and now he was dead. Disguising herself as a young man, Wening roamed the land to find the perfect teacher of the black "silat" martial arts. Until one day, by a curious twist of fate, she stumbled upon Kelana Klawu, the mysterious "pendekar silat" whose deadly reputation preceded himself. *** Throwing herself to the ground, Wening groveled so low she practically kissed the dirt. "O' Venerable Guru, The Mighty Terror and Harbinger of Doom, please accept this humble one as your disciple!" Kneading his temple, Kelana Klawu groaned. "For a hundred times, I'm not your guru and I don't- can't- won't take any disciple," he sighed exasperatedly. "In fact, I'm looking for a teacher myself. A white martial arts guru." "WHAT?" Wening snapped her head up. "B-but... WHY?" "Believe me, you don't want me to be your teacher." "I don't?" "You're doing this because you heard I used to be an heir of a famous black martial arts school," Kelana Klawu said with a surprising patience, "but the truth is... I think I was probably adopted." *** [ONC 2021] Prompt #44 - Adventure/Action/Historical Fiction "When a raid on an enemy encampment goes awry, a child is taken in and raised by those they were brought up to believe were vile and monstrous." - ROUND 2 QUALIFIER - ROUND 1 Ambassadors Picks List