Prince Without Crown
The Death of King Wardana

Chapter 03

The sun had risen in its circular line, the dew began to dry at the end of the verdant foliage.

The morning that should be beautiful and peaceful should be tainted with bloodshed.

The morning that should have been quiet was puffed out by the screams and the clanking sounds of guns clashing.

The inhabitants of the king city today no one dared to go out like their usual days.

The restaurants and parks where the little ones play are now quiet.

Likewise with the river where the virgin washes, and the fields of rice fields where farmers grow crops are also not cultivated.

It was truly a strange sight for those who did not know what was happening right now in front of the Sri kemuning royal palace.

It seems that at this time all the soldiers who tried to defend the palace began to be in disarray attacked from all directions.

They are currently only able to survive without having the opportunity to return to retaliate against attacks that come in a row.

When they were really desperate, suddenly from inside the palace came a man dressed in war complete with a spear that had a tip like a seven-hulled dagger. With a loud voice, he snapped towards the fighting force.

"Stop!!!"

Hearing the sound of shouting accompanied by a high level of exertion, made the soldiers from both sides stop the attack. All eyes were currently looking towards the arrival of the voice earlier.

"Gusti prabu Wardana."

Said the Soldiers who immediately separated themselves according to their respective groups. No one dared to act doing anything at this moment.

The King of Wardana walked fully below and stood right in the middle between the two armies.

"Dinda Pradana's. End this war. Do you want to destroy the kingdom that our ancestors have painstakingly built?"

Hearing the cry of King Wardana, a man riding on a very large and gallant horse immediately jumped off the back of his horse.

At first glance these people were very similar to each other with the King of Wardana. He is the younger brother of Gusti Prabu Wardana.

"Haha. Kanda Prabu's. I have waited too long for this day to come. You look around you. They are mighty warriors who have been under my command. Ask them how many kingdoms have we destroyed?! It can only be called King. The heir of the previous kings was very mighty. It's not like you can only rule from your seat of greatness."

"Kanda Wardana, you don't deserve to hold sway in Sri Kemuning. Just leave it to me! You're too weak to be king." Prince Pradana said with a contemptuous smile.

"Dinda Pradana's. Is this how you repay my trust in you? I gave you power in the spikes of the earth and became a little king there. Why are you dissatisfied and want to rebel? Remember Pradana! I am the rightful king and acknowledged by all the people."

"Mari..."

" What is a little king? I want the throne and I am more worthy than you.

Give up the throne properly or I won't hesitate to take it by force." Threaten Prince Pradana with pongah.

"Don't you do it Pradana? You have taken power by force. Then why do you say as if you came here in a good way.

You can take this throne after I die."

"Less ajaaaar..."

"Heyaaaat..."

Prince Pradana can no longer control his patience. He immediately charged towards King Wardana. And immediately the two brothers' fight also broke out.

The high-level fight was quite tough and there was no sign of who would be pushed.

The current soldiers could only watch the darkness of the shadows of the two of them.

Some time later, Prince Pradana came out of the battle. He swore a short length when in so long a time could not also subvert the King of Wardana.

"Setaayaan... What science are you using heh?"

"Why Pradana? Are you so arrogant and looking at your opponent one eye?"

"Huh.. You don't be proud of Wardana. I haven't put out all my stash science. Now you feel this black centipede's keris." Prince Pradana said while plucking keris from his waist.

Now in the hands of Prince Pradana clasped a sauteed black keris. From the body of this keris emits a very foul smelling smoke vapor piercing the nose.

The King of Wardana felt an evil aura emanating from the keris. Then he hurriedly fingered to his waist and pulled out a yellow dagger. Just contact from the keris it emits a yellow light to emasan that scatters a fragrant but deadly odor.

"Haha... Yellow kris kyai. hahahaha.... The kris is outdated. You're still using it as your ultimate weapon. This is my black centipede's keris."

" Ohaha...."

The wuzz...

The wuzz...

The King of Wardana also did not want to just accept fate. He also made yellow kris kyai.

Several explosions were heard with sparks every time the two weapons collided.

Slowly but surely, the stench emanating from the black centipede's dagger began to affect the breath and blood flow of King Wardana.

He now felt that his blood flow was turning around. His head felt dizzy and his inner strength began to turn against the vulnerable points in his veins.

The Silat moves issued by King Wardana are now completely irregular. His defense was completely chaotic at this moment.

"Haha.... How's Wardana? Are you willing to admit defeat and surrender the throne to me willingly?" Ask Prince Pradana while leaving arrogantly.

"Don't dream you Pradana. Step over my body if you want the throne."

"Setaaan! Turns out you're really stubborn. Don't blame me if you have to get killed on the end of my kris.

Get ready for Wardana!"

"Heavy..."

The Prince of Pradana jumped and charged towards King Wardana.

"Uts... Hiyaaaaat...."

King Wardana with the remnants of energy and consciousness due to the influence of keris was immediately twisted sideways and sent a puncture reply from the keris that was in his hand.

The Prince of Pradana just posted a little bit of his body to the side and immediately ducked while sending a right leg sweep.

King Wardana who began to feel tight in his chest due to too much inhaling the steam coming out of the keris did not expect to get a counter attack like that made him not have time to lift his legs. And it's true. When the sweep of the feet of Prince Pradana hit his right foot, the cash alone made King Wardana slumped backward.

Once he fell without being able to control the balance, now he felt the tip of Keris in the hands of Prince Pradana had been stuck right in his left chest.

The blackish blood now seemed to flow from the piercing scar. This signifies that the keris possessed by the opponent contains a very evil poison.

King Wardana now felt his vision suddenly dark, and he could no longer move his left side.

Now his body was numb and a stinging heat began to run throughout his bloodstream.

"Before you die, tell me where did Keris tumbal keep you?" Prince Pradana said with a snarling tone.

"You.. You. hahaha. You won't be able to find that Keris.

You're... Forever will be an illegitimate king. The people will not recognize a king without holding the royal heirloom in his hand."

"Yahannaaam.... Tell me capaaat!!!...

Where do you hide that yellowish tumbang kris after all!!!..."

"Pradana my dear sister. The brother of balelo. A brother who seizes power by shedding his own blood. Know it! This debt you will pay later. You will never feel calm in your life. My son will definitely come demanding revenge. Water debt is paid for by water.

Blood debt is paid for by blood.

The debt of life is paid for by life."

"Setaaan. I don't need your sermon. I just want to know where you hid that kemuning heirloom keris haaaaa?" Prince Pradana who began to lose his patience.

However, not to mention the echoes of his screams vanished, King Wardana had clasped the hand of the Pradana prince tightly and stomped down violently making the entire blade of the seven-hulled keris collapse into his chest to penetrate back.

Prince Pradana was shocked by the unexpected incident. He widened his eyes in disbelief at what was seen before him.

With trembling hands, Prince Pradana released the keris handle that was in his grasp.

"Youhoo!!!."

Pradana's prince screamed hysterically while holding the head of King Wardana. But no answer came out of his mouth.

As soon as the King of Wardana breathed his last breath, suddenly in the sky glowed a flash of lightning three times following each other. And unexpectedly, on that blazing day there was now a spatter in the afterglow with a very strong wind blowing making dust fog fly over the view.

Today the blood of a King has been spilled soaking the ground.

The blood of a knight who fought until the last drop of blood in order to maintain his pride, honor and right as a Legitimate King!

Seriate...