Quest and Crusade of Manu, III

Chapter three: Confrontation with the demon

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Manas walked back as Manu saw a shadow.
Gulping his fear, he remained unmoved,
even when the shadow grew bigger and clear.
Never did he closehis eyes, they were so open.
Out came the beast with its sparkling red eyes.
Surprising to Manu, it was just a wolf.
But a wolf like he had never seen,
for it is so big and fierce.
Saliva dropped through its jaws, and its walk was weary.
Clearly, he can see that it has gotten a lot older.
Even being a wolf, it was big and full.
Maybe demons are just images of animals.
He sat on his knees and started looking at it.
O’ demon full of hunger,
have you ever seen God?
Is he cruel and bad for the deeds he had done?
Why the need to kill us all,
his dear creation.
Is it not best not to create us at all?
The beast was irked; close it came and growled so hard.
Neither did he fear nor did he hesitate,
answer me quickly before you eat, he yelled.
It irked it more and made it pounce on him.
Grabbing his neck, it dragged Manu,
as he screamed with the pain and bled through his throat.
Are you just a beast who has fully grown?
Will you do not die if I tried to kill?
He faintly asked before it chewed his arm.
The bite freed his arm, and he was quick on legs.
Picked up a stone and he pierced it in its eye.
Squealed the beast with bleeding eye,
And Manu knew that this was just an overgrown beast.
Numb felt his arm, but his neck was at pain.
Gathering his wits, he stabbed its other eye.
Angry but old, the creature pounced blind,
only to miss the target and become vulnerable.
Manu lifted a rock and smashed its head.
Crying with pain, he peeled its skin.
Cleaned his wounds and tied them with its hide.
Dragged it to the cart and started pushing it down.
He went down the hill, gathering his fainted breath.
He felt he was to faint and wise was his thought.
He kicked the cart hard and jumped on top of it.
Falling on the sliding carriage, he fainted out of mind.
The cart hit the gates of the tribe, and Manas saw it fall.
Opened his eyes in a medic’s hut, Manu saw the tribe,
that gathered him around.
The smile was there, and the love was spilling out.
They lifted him out and jumped with joy.
They called him the gift of God and worshipped him so.
They never listened to his words that said,
it was just a beast.

He was soon flowered with gifts,
offerings of food and pleasures.
He rejected them smoothly and hated their thought.
He knew it was mere luck, the beat grew old and weak.
In search of gods, he had become one.
But glad was he not for the holy treatment.
The prayers seemed blabber and the people so foolish.
You need not a god, but a hunter with a sword.
Taught them his skills, made them wooden swords.
He set foot once again to find his real questions.
True peace is what I look up to,
and not ignorant bliss.
I will remember you forever and ever,
for you have been more than my family.
He parted his ways and waved goodbyes.
He rode on the donkey, they also gifted him some rice.
He set foot once again, to quench his questions,
which just grew in number but not one solved.

Quest and Crusade of Manu

Chapter one: The storm that killed innocence

The pyre was lit,
and he was walking around the people,
who gathered around the fire;
while his father, the priest preached and yelled.
The cries of a soul that only he heard.
Never did he got used to the smell of human flesh.
He is pure as white clouds and soft as cow meat.
Never did he thought about death and dark.
His charm poured out through his smile,
that made him friends with almost everyone.
But one was worthy of earning his trust,
that one was born on the same day as him.
Together they opened their eyes,
together they walked and ripened.
Manu, he was called and Rijul, his comrade.
The breeze was Manu for his calmness,
The fire was Rijul for his burning aggression.
Rijul speaks words that spark some disgrace.
Manu cooled him down with his wits of grace.
Inseparable was their natural bond,
Only diverse through their familial hierarchy.
Manu was the crowned prince following his lineage.
Rijul was destined to graze their cattle.
Manu learned the chants with no objection,
but Rijul wanted more than just bathing the animals.

Once in a while, the sky lightens up,
it roars so bad that the winds are disturbed.
The clouds fought wars and bled some rain,
destroying the crops and leaving the herd in pain.
The gods are angry shouts the priest,
and the pyre is set ablaze with living human meat.
Their deaths are a sacrifice feeding their gods,
the screams are a result of a favourable agreement.
Soon are gone rains, soon go the thunders.
Gods fought no more for the sacrifice the tribe has made.
Once again, the day had come,
the clouds had started a war.
This time they bled so hard,
half the cattle were gone.
Manu was sad that his favourite cow had died.
Only if I had the strength, he thought.
I wish I could lift a mountain,
and shelter all the people, cattle and birds.
Wish I had that strength, Manu grieved.
The priest had to think so hard
that the sacrifice was not enough.
He prepared to give the gods more than plentiful.
More were the number of people rounded up,
more were the pyres set.
The diseased were to be tied up,
but the rain was just too big.
Rules were broken, and amendments were made,
Chosen were the people who were not yet plagued.
The priest had made quite a big decision,
but his greed was as big as the intention.

He has chosen the diseased less in number,
the most were the ones who spoke.
The words of rebellion were planned to end,
with the blaze of burning the rebellious mouths.
Little did Manu know his Rijul was one of them.
For the first time did Manu lose his temper,
yelled and opposed his own father.
His father was annoyed, and so was the village,
burning him too seemed the right choice.
Given his lineage, he cannot be killed,
but considering the past,
he was set to banished.
Not before he left, he was filled with anger,
the cries of his comrade burning alive,
Those visuals destroyed his calmness.
The breeze had turned into a wind,
He was set out to become a storm.
Cursed his gods and broke the idols,
Disbelief caught him like the plague.
Let me burn in the hell,
for it is not me but the gods,
the ones who are wrong,
and the ones who need correction.
He thought those words in his mind
before he broke those idols.
Set his foot on the barren field,
he left his tribe for good.
He just knew right then and there,
that he would travel to the place that gods reside.
He has questions in his mind,
and quenching he did need.
He set foot in search of his gods.