Lord of the War 1/6

On the top of the mountain, with skin of the bison in his feet, which he had torn in one of his hunts, with a rock crushing stance one foot over a rock and other on the land he stood firmly like midday sun on the summer. He was born in the colour of tender mango leaves and with the eyes of a crouching tiger. No more could the rays of the Sun penetrate his tanned thick skin. Under his feet lied a heavy metal spear that which only he could lift. Never the hunt failed, never the hunt survived. He was neither brutal nor cruel because he knows he does what is imbibed in his heart; the destination of his birth.

He was the God of protection. The Mid day on the mountain top with the millions of trees and thousands of people under his feet was a usual day. A flock of birds was flown disturbed from far north of the forest down the mountain. The sound of the waterfall in the east, rushing flood in the river below the mountain, and the roar of a hunting lion; all he could hear for his ears become sharper over the years. Amongst all the sound the disturbed birds disturbed his ears; he knew it could be a new animal that entered into the forest missing its way or a stranger hunter exploring new hunts.

He bent down to lift his heavy spear which looked like a pocket Saber knife in his hands. Rush he called out and ran towards the north where something new has entered his regime. With his roar to rush, men who were strong, but only that of half of their lord, rushed behind him trying to cope up with his speed. A few minutes of non stop and resilient running He reached the exact spot where He smelled disturbance.

An Elephant triumphed near by. Silence he commanded his men and signalled to stay low. The forest went silent and only the sound of oozing wind prevailed along with a sing of a distant bird and chirping of tiny insects. His ears sharpened to the situation. He could hear the sound of the metal rubbing in the hands of a strong hand. Within seconds the sound become feeble and the sound of a metal tearing the air become vital. He had only minuscule seconds to react. He turned to the direction of the sound rotating his spear. A strong long metal arrow with a sharp tip penetrated the near by tree after hitting His spear. The spear was sharp, different from the normal spears. The edges were curved inward; instead of the diamond tip of any normal spears His was polished. When other spears tip was sharp to penetrate the target His entire spear acted as that tip; only he could wield.

The arrow vibrated hitting tree. The tree bled in white. The arrow was shot from a short distance, He calculated with the speed and intensity of the hit. He turned towards the directions from which the arrow had come and awaited for another arrow with his chest firm. He wielded his spear and the arrow that aimed his chest broke in to two pieces with the vibrating sound of his metal spear. Within the second as the arrow broke He aimed at the direction and He knows what to hit and threw his spear.

Can a heavy weight metal travel faster than a arrow that was shoot from a fastest bow? Will it hit the aim before the target escapes?

Before all this questions got raised in the mind of the fresh man of his troop, a screaming sound of a man in pain hurled everybody’s ears. His men ran towards the sound and found a dead man on the land with a bunch of arrows in his basket and a tin of venom in his bag.

The spear went through target’s chest and penetrated the earth. He unplugged the spear and looked at one of his finest man to put the body into pyre. He collected the venom and remembered the tree that has hit by the venom dipped arrow.

Everybody went back to the tree which was bleeding. The arrow hit spot blackened and He knew that the tree would not survive and the poison could have spread all over its branch and fruits. He lifted his spear drew His hand back like a bow, said Sorry brother you will not survive and would be danger to the other lives and shoved it in the middle of the tree. The tree cracked at the middle and with the force he drew back the spear it split into two halves and fell on the ground.

He turned towards His men and grounded his Spear on the earth.

His men shouted victory to Murug, the lord of the war.