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, II

Chapter two: The dreamland

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Manu walked towards the north as it was on the top.
Soon he might end up with a pair of steps,
that led him so top, to the skies and gods.
Never did he rest, except to quench his thirst,
meat he did not eat and survived on the fruit.
Never did he know that the land was so big,
so big enough than his tribe actually needs.
He was shocked to see a being out of his tribe,
he never knew there existed similar other herds.
He walked into them and greeted them with a smile.
They spoke the language he did not understand.
But his charm spilt out of his smile,
and with no much effort, they treated him nice.
The cattle and the crowd seemed so very good,
so much that he stopped missing his troop.
There was no pyre, no self-killing,
but there was still storms, rain and thunder.
They had no gods and no brute monarch,
not even someone who called himself a priest.
Days had passed through gestures and smile,
soon he understood their ways of communication.
He spoke so lovelily as they were his own,
they treated him great as he was their son.
But soon, the day came when they had to lose their smiles,
the day when Manu woke up with a terrifying squeal.
It was not human, and it was so scary.
It gave him chills, and he felt he was still dreaming.
He closed his eyes, forcefully to go back to slumber.
But he soon was awake again, but this sound was different.
It was sure of human and definitely a cry.
A cry that he had heard when his people died with a disease.
Rushing out of his hut, he saw people gathering.
It made him feel Deja Vu, the horrors of pyre sacrificing.
The gathering was similar, but there was no pyre.
One was lying on the ground tied to a massive stone.
He looked so sad, and the cry was his.
Manu went and inquired in only to lose his minds.
The squeal in the night was of a demon,
the demon that lived high in the mountains
and demands human flesh to maintain their harmony.
Once in a month, they tie-up a person to the cart,
leaving him out of the cave they run back to the herd.
The demon devours the alive man, roars in the filled stomach,
It does not squeal once again till its gut was empty.
Ran from his tribe, passed many miles, changed were the ways,
and different was the language.
But the beliefs and sorrow has never left sight,
it followed Manu and landed in this tribe right.