DARANGEN: the
abduction of princess Lawanen
(Translated by Dr. Nosca Khalid)
In
the meantime, people are stirred in the palace. A word had reached the king
that Mabaning was the disguised Madem who had gone to the towers. King
Dimasangkay was waiting at the door in full combat gear when Mabaning reached
the king’s court. Screams erupted in and around the palace walls as the two
kings clashed. The ground shake comparable to an earthquake as darkness
descended over the sea.
A tempestuous wind spun away in a
whirlwind the palace tower vanishing into the clouds.
Series of thunders roared
dreadfully in the horizons casting the populace into total confusion.
The sound of battle, the clanking
of metals as the two swords crossed bellowed from the king’s court. None of the
two combatants seems to prevail.
Near the door, just above the
stair, Mabaning shoved the man-spirit king with his shield summoning all the
strength he can muster. Outbalanced, king Dimasangkay tipped his left foot.
Before hitting the ground, Mabaning saw the opening he was waiting for. He
flung his sword up and whacked at the king’s unprotected neck. His head rolled
down the stairs and rested on the pavement; the eyes staring blankly in
death.
Leaping over the stairs, Mabaning
landed in the midst of the mob swinging, slashing and hacking his enemies. Like
a scattered sea weeds, bodies littered the palace ground. Stormy winds swept
over the sea. Flashes of lightning blinded the vision of the sea patrols as the
Rinayong sailed into the harbor. Its cannons dubbed as the sharp arrows of the
east roared like thunders blasting enemy ships along its trails.
Mabaning fought his way five times
in the high roads of battles. He mows his enemies like hay straws strewn in the
field of battles.
Riding the wind like hawk, the
young sky-dragon rode into battle cheering the prince of Gadongan every time he
passed his way.
“My dear friend, the dashing young
man of Masamar,” said Paramata-Bantugan. He just rode into battle.
The young sky-dragon stopped.
Seeing his father charge into battle, a gentle smile wandered over his face.
“Protect our left flunk,” Bantugan
shouted at his son. “I am going to the right and battle my way to the prince of
Gadongan. Exhaustion is wearing him down.”
The unbeatable duo like men eating
lions marched into the mob without even drawing their swords.
“My dearest friend and
brother-in-law,” called Bantugan. “Exhaustion is worn you out. It is better if
you withdraw to the Rinayong now in the harbor. You have nothing to fear from
this moment on.”
Mabaning spoke no word but
intensified his fighting vigor.
to be cont'd
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