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runwayrunway · 10 months

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No. 38 - SriLankan Airlines (Air Lanka)

Thank you to anon for requesting SriLankan Airlines! This was a lot more interesting of an airline to talk about than I expected.

To begin with, take a look at that logo. I love that. The stylized bird looks fantastic and the typeface really matches it well. This is good.

But I will talk more about the logo in a bit. Let's talk about the planes they fly.

A gay plane has...taken off?

And in the process reflect on planes of years past.

An old plane has also taken off.

SriLankan Airlines, which was known as Air Lanka from its establishment in 1979 until 1998, is the second flag carrier of Sri Lanka. It was launched after the demise of former flag carrier Air Ceylon as a fully government-owned company. Though it was briefly partially privatised, it is now re-nationalised. There are apparently plans to potentially re-privatise it, but we will see. They're very recently announced and tentative.

Based on the wording of anon's ask, I get the sense they want me to specifically talk about Air Lanka, and to be totally honest I think I would be doing the airline a huge disservice if I didn't.

I can't read Sinhalese or Tamil, which impacts my ability to really fully understand the apparently quite eventful history of the airline. There are a few op-eds in English written for Sri Lankan publications, but as I'm not the intended audience I would need to research a lot of context before I could really understand much of it. It's a shame, because I am now curious about this.

Thankfully images transcend language, so I can understand how its livery has developed over time. Well, 'developed' is sort of a strong word. They had one livery, and then they had another. They really don't like to switch up their liveries every ten years how many airlines do, and I actually really respect that. Don't get rid of something good if you don't need to.

But was it good?

I never really thought about the landing gear on the L-1011. It feels like it's located so far back. Is it similar to the Trident's sideways gear to leave space for its massive electronics bay that it used to autoland? Also, that's not that many wheels for a plane that big.

This livery looks sort of standard for something invented in 1979, but it has hidden depths. Even just in terms of its broader design I prefer it to a lot of 70s cheatline liveries. The way it loops down to envelop the tail is nice and the smaller line outlining the main block of color feels almost anachronistic in the sense that it's quite a modern choice. Somehow the two lines on the nose make it look distinctly beaklike, which I think is neat. The wordmark is...acceptable, though unfortunately it seems to only be in English. They primarily used TriStars, which is quite discerning of them. But what's that thing on the tail?

I like the modern logo but I prefer this one far and away. It's really pleasing to look at and looks graceful despite its sharpness. Just very nicely designed. I think, if a good modern designer was given this logo, they could design a truly fantastic livery incorporating it.

Actually, although it undeniably looks like a peacock, it's got a bit less immediately visible of a meaning. Aviation is actually a pretty big part of Sri Lankan folklore, and according to the airline itself that peacock is actually the Dandu Monara, a flying machine flown by the legendary king of Sri Lanka Ravana in the Sinhalese version of the Ramayana. This is incredibly cool. Apparently, flying machines in a broader sense are a common feature of Sri Lankan folklore, and they are generally described as being wooden peacocks. I'm genuinely quite sad that I can't find very much about this in English, except for this article by an American researcher, so if anyone knows of any books in English on the subject please let me know.

It's a very elegant execution of the concept. It's easy to buy this blocky, geometric peacock as a machine, without it losing the ability to be recognized as a bird.

The red, meanwhile, is taken from the Sri Lankan flag. I would honestly love to see a livery for this airline that's on a base of yellow with these gorgeous secondary blue-green, orange, and the absolutely stunning burgundy shade used on the largest square. I think it's very unfortunate that Air Lanka chose a redder shade, because I think the warm hues of the flag are both uncommon in combination and very, very harmonious with each other. Normally I would find four distinct colors a bit busy for a livery trying to be on the simpler side, but with the yellow as a base, the burgundy making up most of the design, and the other two colors used for accent something truly great could be created.

The red they chose, while a more conventional pick that I feel is a bit of a let-down relative to what they could have done, is still a very nice vivid red. The logo is well-positioned on the tailfin, the entire design looks clean, and especially for the time this was thoughtfully designed and well executed.

I'm giving Air Lanka (1979-1998) a C+.

That grade, though, is for the livery. If I were just talking about the logo by itself, this would be one of my favorites I've covered so far.

And then in 1998 something happened.

Remember Air Lanka? This is them now. Feel old yet?

Just kidding. They only owned 40% of Air Lanka. In 1998 Air Lanka was partially privatised and Emirates purchased a minority state. One of the first things they did was completely rebrand the airline.

Well, it's certainly more modern. It is...very very white, and it looks...very much like the Emirates livery. Different colors for the text, different literal logo, but otherwise much is the same. The placement of the text, of the logos on the engines, and of the design on the tail - a sort of swoop from the tip of the fin to the fuselage body.

I think I prefer the old logo. While the new one does incorporate the rest of the flag, which I like, it distinctly feels alive. It feels like a bird. Normally I would like that, but given the inspiration of a wooden flying machine it feels a bit harder to recognize. The original logo was just...really really fantastic.

That said, the way it looks like the peacock is climbing up the tail, and the way it flows onto the main body, is nice.

I'm not sure how I feel about the blue underbelly on some of their planes. I mean, I'm kind of a fan of just telling everyone on the ground to visit Sri Lanka, but the blue feels very strange. If it were up to me I would have just done something which occupied more of the plane for a primary design, so it didn't feel like the wings and tail have a wholly different color scheme from the wordmark and underbelly, but that's how it feels.

It also feels...distinctly Emirates-y in a way I don't like. I actually think Emirates's execution of this particular concept is uninspiring but acceptable, but I just don't like the amount of resemblance here. It isn't exactly Continental and Copa, but it's far from KLM and Air France either.

These planes are mostly all white. Whether or not that's jarring or not really depends on the angle, and I think more often than not it looks okay. Nothing here bothers me, but I feel disappointed. Maybe my visions for how fantastic a livery based on the Sri Lankan flag and the Dandu Monara emblem could be were a bit unrealistic, with how airlines are, but it's a shame to see traces of Emirates in an airline that hasn't even associated with Emirates for over a decade now (it was renationalised in 2008). This is not fantastic, but this is not bad. It is not Lufthansesque, and if I saw this in 1998 I think I would actually be slightly nicer to it. But it's also mostly white, doesn't do anything spectacular, and passes up so much unique potential which could have made it one of my favorites.

I'm giving SriLankan Airlines a C.

I did debate taking that down to a C-, but I ultimately don't even think I can say I dislike this. I just wish it was more. I hope, whatever its future is, somebody commits to making SriLankan Airlines the legendary flying machine it has always had the potential to be.

#tarmac fashion week #grade: c #grade: c+#era: 1980s #era: 1990s #era: 2000s #era: 2010s #era: 2020s #region: south asia #region: sri lanka #srilankan airlines #air lanka #flag carriers #double sunrise #requests #retired liveries

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cryingatships · 6 months

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It just hit me while looking at the phaya/tharn tag on ao3 that Phaya's name is Phaya Chadayu Kamonwipak. Now there's this huge giant demigod warrior bird in hindu mythology called Jatayu or Chadaya (it's realllly similar to chadayu, both in spelling and the way it's spoken) whose a nephew of garuda and belongs to the demigod warrior bird family like-

what is happening here

also jatayu passes away after a battle with a rakshasa or demon called ravana and has his wings clipped which hopefully isn't relevant for the series....no more angst pls and ty

i don't really know the Thai lore about garuda tho... so it maybe diff. If someone knows about the Thai myths of garuda, pls do post on this owo! I'd love to know more Thai myths and their similarities and diffs with the ones we have here

#the sign the series #the sign #should i go re-read the ballad poetry of nagas called mansa mangal too... i don't think it'll be relevant since it's written much later but #naga myths my beloved

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blessed1neha · 2 years

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Evidence of Ramayana

Everything which exists has proof and it can be found with a little digging. So is the case with the Ramayana. Our elders have been telling us the great stories from the mythological tale of the Ramayana, and the lack of sufficient evidence has left the Ramayana to be called an integral part of literature. But probably after reading this, you might want to hear the stories of the Ramayana all over again, from your elders and this time- in a different light.

1. The Mysterious Cobra Hood cave In Sigiriya, Sri Lanka there is a cave that has been tested by archaeologists to be a hundred percent natural. The mysterious part about this cave is that its shape, despite being untouched by human hands, has taken the shape of a cobra! Moreover, this cave still has cave paintings on its walls, depicting scenes of Sita being captured by the Asuras.

2. The exile locationLet’s rewind the story a bit and get to the point where Ram was sentenced to exile by his own father, Dasharatha on account of a promise that he made to his wife Kaikeyi. Being the obedient son that he was, Ram along with his beautiful wife Sita and his brother Lakshman proceeded to the forest; and the place where they built their cottage and lived for the next 14 years is stated to be ‘Panchavati ‘. Here’s where the surprising bit comes- there exists a place called Panchavati, near NasikIt’s often claimed that this Panchavati is the same place where Ram, Sita and Lakshman made as their abode once they were exiled from the royal palace. Today this place has a lot of temples and is often visited by people.

3. Jatayu’s rescue attemptWhen Sita was abducted by Ravaana, there was a demi-god called Jatayu who came to Sita’s rescue. However, Ravaana slayed the demi god’s wings and he fell to the ground. Mean while, Ram and Lakshman found the now-dying demi-God who was lying on the ground. It was Jatayu who told Ram that it was Ravana who had abducted Sita and it was Lanka where Ram would find his beautiful wife. But alas, Jatayu could not be saved, as he was now breathing his last. In order to thank Jatayu for his brave efforts and for imparting the precious bit of information about Sita’s abduction - Ram, with his divine powers uttered the words ‘Le Pakshi’ which in telugu means - ‘Rise, Bird’. The fact here is that there is an actual place in Andhra Pradesh called ‘Lepakshi’, which is reportedly the place where the Jatayu fell.Jatayu, being a crucial part of saving Sita is highly revered in the Ramayana.

4. Sita’s life in Sri lankaWhen Ravaan abducted Sita and got her to his kingdom of Lanka, he is said to have first taken her to a place which is now a tourist spot in Sri lanka called Sita Kotuwa. According to the mythological tale, from here Ravana took her to Ashok Vatika and surprise surprise- there is an actual ‘Ashokvanam’ in Sri Lanka. Don’t believe us? You don’t have to.

5. The footprints of Lord HanumanGoing by the mythological tale of The Ramayana, when Ram deployed the monkey forces to rescue his wife, Sita. He chose the strongest among them who was named Hanuman to find Sita’s exact location. Upon receiving blessings from Ram, the monkey God flew to Lanka to find the exact location of Sita. Full with power and divine blessing, Hanuman was endowed with a special ability to alter his form - i.e; he could maximize his size to that of a giant or even minimize his form to that of an average monkey! To support this- till date, there are footprints that have been said to be of Hanuman near Ashokvanam. These footprints differ in size and are a reflection of the special powers of the monkey God- Hanuman.

6. Dark soil :A part of the Ramayana narrates that after Ravana found out that Hanuman had come to free Sita, he set Hanuman’s tail on fire after attempting to keep him captive. In the process, Hanuman set Ravaana’s kingdom on fire by jumping over distances and places which were a part of Ravana’s kingdom. Even today, in some parts where Ravaana’s palace once reportedly stood, the soil is somewhat darker than that of the surrounding area.

7. Hot wells said to be built by Ravaana, the hot springs are well-like structures which still exist and form an integral part of being Sri Lanka’s supply of naturally hot water.

8. 10 headed Ravaana Whenever Ravana has to be depicted either in texts or sculptures, he is shown to be having 10 heads. While the statement that Ravaana has 10 heads might seem highly impossible, the fact that he ruled 10 kingdoms doesn’t seem far fetched. 10 kingdoms, 10 crowns. Simple. Another theory states that Ravana was a great scholar and his ten heads symbolise his mastery over 6 shastras and 4 vedas. One of the theories state that the ten heads of Ravan depict the 10 negative senses or emotions in a human being, namely- lust, anger, delusion, greed, pride, envy, the mind, intellect, will and ego.

9. Ram Setu Although they didn’t require a Sri Lankan Visa to travel there in those times, there was a huge problem in the form of the water bodies, that we now call as the Palk Strait and Gulf of Mannar. In order to get to Ravaan’s kingdom, Ram had to cross these water bodies. So, he ordered his supreme army of monkeys to build a bridge between the two lands, and with his divine power the stones floated on the water. With the help of Google maps and complex technology, if you carefully watch the Gulf of Mannar and the Palk Strait, one can actually see a link between the two countries! This link has often been dubbed as the Ram Setu or Rama’s bridge and even sometimes as the Adam’s bridge.

10. The journey from Sri Lanka to AyodhyaVijaya Dashami is the day Ravaana was defeated by Ram in an epic battle between the demons and the army of monkeys. Sita was rescued and Ram along with his trusted comrades took his wife back to his kingdom, Ayodhya. 21 days later, he returned to Ayodhya, and his return is why Diwali is celebrated with lights as it first was done by the natives of Ayodhya, to celebrate the defeat of darkness by light! Even in today’s day - The journey from these two lands takes a total of 21 days by foot, according to the much-trusted google Maps - which is pretty much the number of days from Vijaya Dashami to Diwali.

Hope this helps

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Source: compiled data from various sources including personal knowledge

#ramayana #valmiki ramayan #ramayan #vishnu #hanuman #srilanka #hindu mythology #indian mythology #mythology

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ainyan · 9 months

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FFXIVWrite Day #2: Bark

bark

noun

the abrupt, harsh, explosive cry of a dog.

a similar sound made by another animal, as a fox.

the external covering of the woody stems, branches, and roots of plants, as distinct and separable from the wood itself.

verb

(of a dog or other animal) to utter an abrupt, explosive cry or a series of such cries.

to utter in a harsh, shouting tone:

to rub off or scrape the skin of, as by bumping into something:

to remove a circle of bark from; girdle.

“Get down here!” The barked order was soft, but no less commanding for the lack of volume. Up in the tree, the nutkin ignored his friend, his tiny claws scrabbling against the silvery bark as he slowly stalked towards the bird’s nest set in the fork of two branches. He could see that the normal occupant was not home, and he could smell its cache of nuts squirreled away within the woven twigs and leaves.

Below, his friend prowled, and the hyur’s muttered imprecations reached his ears, but did not penetrate his shell of concentration. He knew the man wished to move on; he never wanted to stay still, never wanted to stay put. Something continued to pull him onwards, though its location shifted so constantly it might appear to an outside observer to be aimless wandering. It must be on the move again; the hyur grew more and more impatient every second.

Well, he’d have to wait. Step by careful step, the nutkin approached the nest, finally reaching it after interminable minutes. He placed his forepaws upon the rim and peered over, finding it filled with seeds and nuts and berries just as he’d expected. With a gleeful squeak, he swarmed over the edge and into the nest and began stuffing his cheek-pouches full.

“Look out!” The warning resounded from above and the nutkin ducked just in time to avoid the grasping, outstretched feet of the falcon. He barked his hip against the nest and felt it begin to slide sideways. “Shit!” The nutkin’s squeal of horror echoed the hyur’s frantic shout as the nest slid out of the fork and began to fall through the air. Caught up in the tangle of twigs and vines, the nutkin couldn’t tear himself free to jump out.

The nest smacked into a pair of outstretched hands, disintegrating around him, and he found himself cradled against the hyur’s rough, calloused palms. “Stupid,” chided the silver-haired hyur, his one good eye glinting with mingled relief and irritation. “Still got your stash?” When the nutkin mumbled an affirmative around his mouthful of loot, the hyur grinned. “Up you go then.”

The nutkin scrambled onto his friend’s shoulder, clinging to the leather as the man stooped to gather up as much of the fallen loot as he could. With his own pouch full of provender, he unerringly turned in the current direction of his obsession. “That way.”

Above the trees rose the earthen spires of Thok-ast-Thok, home of the Gnath, worshipers of the primal Ravana.

“She’s that way. Gods, but she’s close now! Come on!” Clinging to his friend’s shoulder, the nutkin settled in as they began to cross the forests of the Dravinian Forelands, hunting a primal hunter.

FFXIVWrite2023 Day #2: Bark

NPCs: Thancred Waters, Nutkin

[ -- Master Post: FFXIVWrite2023 -- ]

#ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #thancred waters #thancred's nutkin

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bigpuppyroegadyn · 2 years

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#RoevemberXIV Day 7: Skies

Ravana gave him the ability to summon the bird, Hound uses it whenever they're somewhere he can't bring his chocobo to

#roevemberxiv #ffxiv #roegadyn #hellsguard #towering hound #he summons it from his aether so he can use the bird wherever

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theotherbackgrounder · 2 years

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Silent Hill x Ever After High – Ginger’s Silent Hill.

Hunger, suffocation, lies. A loss of coordination as if tripping over your own steps in life. A truth that was locked away a long time ago now clawing itself to the front. A legacy that is forthcoming. “Sometimes blood is just blood. And there is NOTHING you can change about it.”

Ginger’s Silent Hill is…traditional. A nostalgic feeling seems to surround Ginger, but any familiarity had seemed to burn away a long time – as if a memory was best left forgotten. A fleshy spongey substance covers the surface of her Silent Hill. Rustic chain-link fences around every corner, as if confining Ginger and her Monsters to their inevitable fate. The world is like a maze, it leaves your head spinning. The heat is unbearable, as if there is an over burning under the cement. The fog isn’t a fog, but dense smoke that clings to one’s lungs and threatens to suffocate one until they pass out. The only way out is to follow the blood that clings to the walls and roads. Ginger needs to be careful when moving through her silent hill, or she will end up like the corpses that of chain up by their own entrails.

The monsters that make up Ginger’s Silent Hill are Gluttonous.

Children’s corpses, burned by this world’s heat, cling to Ginger’s side as they pin her down and wedge her mouth open – they proceed to force feed themselves down into her gullet until her body rips at the seams.

Fleshy Crow-like creatures await outside for Ginger, watching her every move. They wait until Ginger finally succumbs to the outside world and falters. They rip and prod at Ginger’s body like scavengers. These fleshy creatures can meld together into a bird/human creature (think of Alli from Hatching) they form a creature simply known as “Murderer”

Bistros are Fleshy humanoid creatures that wear grimy and bloodied chef’s attire. With long knife-like arms seemingly just shoved into their open stubs of what were their elbows, they claw, slash and tear into Ginger so that it may get to the goods in her belly.

Ginger’s boss monster Ravana Witch

A creature from first glance seems to be some kind of doppelganger of Ginger. Ginger’s once clean and normal appearance are long gone as boils bubble up over her body as if an intense heat emits from it’s core. A greasy puss like substance pools out of Ravana’s orifices, burning at the touch as it threatens to melt Ginger’s skin on contact. It is unknown if Ravana is a sentient creature or not as while it does seem to mimic words it seems to move solely on instinct and only repeats phrases that she seems to have heard (the first interaction between Ginger and Ravana, Ravana repeats the phrase “Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire” which was one of the first messages that Ginger received upon entering her Silent Hill)

Ravana wants to swallow Ginger whole. Ravana wants to crush Ginger, bones, spirit and all, and shove what remains into her mouth and swallow her whole. It’s almost like creatures of this world were preparing Ginger like some kind of pig for Ravana’s feast. If it comes to pass that Ginger does find herself in the throat of Ravana, then it would be too late. As falls into what feels like an endless abyss, she feels the heat getting hotter and hotter with every passing “gulp” pushing her forward. This is the heat of this world; this is the source of everything. Ginger can’t escape this burning furnace. The flames are going to swallow her whole.

Ravana Witch represents Ginger’s legacy and the truth she has been running from this entire time. For the longest time, ever since she was a child, Ginger has been telling herself the same story over and over that but now her lies are starting to fester. As time starts going by and the hours tick by, a hunger starts burning inside of Ginger that she no longer can sate. Ginger tries to ignore it, but the hunger continues to boil. The lies are starting to catch up to herself and her instincts are threatening to swallow her up. And the worst part is that Ginger is afraid that she will enjoy it.

Bonus: The creature “Murderer,” the Amalgamation of the Crow-like creatures, represents a cardinal sin that Ginger has kept hidden from even herself. When she was a child, she had a friend she had a friend she used to played with. One day her friend went someplace far away and on that same day her friend’s step-mother invited her for some stew she had made. She had learned that her friend’s Step-mother had killed her friend and made stew out of him (This was simply her friend’s destiny.) The worst part wasn’t that she learned that she was eating her friend, but the fact that she thought it was delicious and that she couldn’t get that wonderful taste out of her mouth. She later forced that memory out of her head when she started telling people how her mother never tried to eat people. “Murderer” is that sin represented in how Ginger feels guilty and knows that her friend must have hated her for even enjoying it.

#ginger breadhouse #ever after high #silent hill #silent ever after #cerise hood

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xenodile · 2 years

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Okay so, the night at Zenith, before the meeting with Hraesvelgr...

The winds that had spurred the unlikely group to make camp had long since quieted, and the fire had shrunk considerably, as the quiet of night blanketed the Churning Mists. The eldest of the party had already fallen asleep, but Alphinaud twisted and turned upon his bedroll. He had grown far too used to plush inn beds to easily find rest upon the cold, hard ground of Zenith.

Perhaps getting closer to the fire, or what was left of it, would help him. As he sat up however, he was surprised to see he was not the only one still awake. Bylgrael sat by the fading fire, idly petting the hulking black chocobo that she had received from Haurchefant just before they departed for their journey as it slept curled up by her side.

The sight of her back, clad in the regal armor Tataru had made for her, and her expression serene and relaxed, at once calmed Alphinaud and brought an ache to his heart. For as close as they had grown since coming to Ishgard, it felt as though there was still a rift between them. Some unspoken tension that yet lingered from the time that duty had demanded he keep her at arm’s length. He recalled how her face had brightened with blush when Estinien had teasingly called her Alphinaud’s sweetheart, and how she had insisted on making the slow walk through the Chocobo Forest with him when he escorted the Elder Seedseer to Moghome. Yet for all the obvious signs of her affection, she seemed to be avoiding him at the same time.

He had first noticed the change a few weeks after they first arrived in Ishgard. For reasons Alphinaud could not fathom, she abruptly started standing at a distance whenever they were together. He noticed she often looked away when he addressed her, as though she feared meeting his gaze. He might have thought it was his comeuppance for his negligence leading to the Bloody Banquet or finally asking too much of her, yet he could feel no animosity from her, only apprehension.

And of course, she was still all too willing to obey his every order. He’d been ready to simply command her to slay Ravana is if it were nothing more than a household chore had the Azure Dragoon not made a point to heckle him. How quick he was to fall back into old habits, and treat the woman who had made his dreams possible and given her life for him as little more than a weapon. She was so much more than that, so precious to him, and even still he had slipped back into the mindset of a tactician.

He still felt unworthy of wanting more from her. That he did not deserve the admiration and care she so obviously had for him, much less to desire something deeper from their strained relationship. But tomorrow they would entreat with a great wyrm, a being more ancient than any primal and possessed of supernatural strength. Though they had been given to believe that Hraesvelgr did not support his brood-brother’s war on Ishgard, there was no guarantee their audience would go peacefully. It was no time to leave things of this nature unsaid. Alphinaud gathered his nerves and stood up.

"You of all people should know better than to keep watch late into the night."

Bylgrael started, head whipping around to see her dearest companion walking into the dim firelight. She settled as she processed his words, and offered an apologetic smile. "Old habits, I guess."

Alphinaud silently gestured to the patch of dirt beside her, asking permission to join her at the fireside. Bylgrael hesitated for but a moment before nodding. He took his place at her side, warmed by what remained of his campfire as he searched for the right words.

She'd taken off her glasses for the night, and removed her silvered gauntlets, better to feel her great bird's feathers as she stroked its head. Alphinaud had seen her dressed for sleep once before, yet the sight of her now, bereft of her spectacles and one piece of armor, felt so new, like he was truly seeing her for the first time.

He hadn't realized he'd been staring until their eyes met, prompting both to look away bashfully.

"Ah, my apologies."

"No, i-it's fine. Is uh, something on your mind?"

Alphinaud swallowed hard. 'Twas now or never. "Yes, actually. I've been thinking on Estinien's words from the other day, and I must ask your forgiveness."

"Oh don't listen to him, he was just giving you a hard time-"

"It does not make his words any less true. I have taken your loyalty for granted, and asked more of you than should be asked of anyone."

"Alphinaud, it's okay! I'm strong, I can handle it."

"You died for me Bylgrael." There was a tremble in his voice as he recalled that gut-wrenching conversation from so many moons ago. "In my ignorance, I have sent you to your death once already."

She wanted to argue but he was right. She didn't blame him for it of course, it was by her own hubris that she believed she could outmatch the Ultima Weapon and Lahabrea, despite knowing nothing of their full capabilities, but ultimately it was by Alphinaud's orders that she led the attack on the Praetorium.

"Every time I am forced to stay behind while you risk all to see my plans carried out, I fear that there is something I have overlooked, as I did then, and it will be the misstep that finally takes you from me. I cannot bear the thought of it..."

A plaintive squawk interrupted the distraught Elezen. The raising of voices and loss of Bylgrael's petting had roused the chocobo, causing it to stir and resettle against Bylgrael's side, and she shifted to accommodate it, now leaning to her other side, propping herself up with a hand placed between her and Alphinaud.

Bylgrael's ears burned as she thought through Alphinaud's words. She had regularly heard from others that Alphinaud fretted over her when she was gone, but never had he expressed it to her directly. From anyone else, doubt in her abilities would have been insulting, but he knew her limits better than anyone. She found herself at a loss in the face of such earnest and sincere concern.

"But...what if I want to serve you? As your knight?"

It was almost enough to break his will. How many times had he privately called her his, and reveled in the idea of the Warrior of Light belonging to him. It was that egotism that brought them so low and put this distance between them.

"That is precisely what I wish to do away with. When I led the Braves, and you fought so faithfully as my blade, it made me believe myself above you. I know now how foolish I was, and I would tear down down this pedestal that separates...us." That was suitably diplomatic, yes? Much more eloquent than a bawdy declaration of how he longed for her affection.

"I...I don't think that's a good idea." Bylgrael's posture had tensed as Alphinaud spoke. He had no way of knowing that Fray's voice echoed in her mind, reminding her of every ugly thought and selfish act she'd contemplated and suppressed to earn his approval. "If...if I'm not your knight, then...there are parts of me that you'll see that...you won't like."

But he wasn't so innocent as to not know what plagued her. He knew she wasn't perfect. For all her restraint and discipline in playing the hero in his presence, he had seen what slipped through the cracks. He recalled her anger as she snarled threats at Prioress Dewlala. The viciousness with which she had dispatched the traitorous Braves. Did that lessen the gentleness of her smile? Her compassion for the weak and weary? The courage she showed day after day as she fought tirelessly to protect others? Did it diminish how she inspired him, how safe she made him feel, the joy he felt whenever she was with him? No. Never.

"Perhaps..." Alphinaud tentatively leaned forward and placed his hand upon hers and squeezed. “But I should like the chance to decide that for myself.”

Bylgrael's breath caught at his touch. They sat quietly for a moment, the silence punctuated by the dying crackles of the fire that was no more than embers. Finally, Bylgrael shifted her position, earning another annoyed kweh from her chocobo, freeing up the arm she was leaning on to properly take Alphinaud's hand in her own.

"So...what happens now?"

"Well, for a start...would you be willing to telling me how you came to be on a ship bound from Sharlayan to Eorzea? It occurs to me I know naught of your life before the Scions."

Bylgrael smiled and gave his hand a gentle, appreciative squeeze, and began to recount the tales of her father's ship, of learning to fight, her aspirations of knighthood inspired by fairy tales, and more. Alphinaud listened with rapt attention to every word, sharing his own anecdotes from his time at the Studium and the mischief he and Alisaie had wrought.

Their hands remained clasped as sleep gradually overtook them. They would never hear the end of it from Estinien when he invariably woke first, but in this moment, all that mattered was that small, simple touch. Their first step forward together, on equal ground.

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nandneeeeeee · 10 days

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Kithal Ella Waterfalls: The Hidden Gem of Ella, Sri Lanka

Nestled in the picturesque hills of Sri Lanka's central highlands, Kithal Ella Waterfalls is one of the many treasures of the quaint town of Ella. Known for its stunning landscapes and vibrant cultural scene There are many places to visit in Ella. Ella attracts tourists worldwide. However, Kithal Ella Falls in Sri Lanka stands out as a hidden gem amidst the more popular attractions, offering a serene escape for those seeking natural beauty and tranquility.

Discovering Kithal Ella Waterfalls

Kithal Ella Waterfalls, often overshadowed by the more famous Ravana Falls, is a tranquil oasis that promises a unique experience away from the bustling tourist spots. Located about 2 kilometers from the Ella town center, this secluded waterfall is accessible via a scenic hike that takes you through lush greenery, tea plantations, and local villages.

The Journey to Kithal Ella

The journey to Kithal Ella Waterfalls is an adventure in itself. Starting from Ella, the trek to the waterfall offers spectacular views of the surrounding countryside. The path, though not heavily trodden, is well-marked and relatively easy to follow, making it suitable for hikers of all levels. As you walk through the serene landscape, you'll encounter charming local houses, friendly villagers, and verdant tea estates that are quintessential to Sri Lanka's hill country.

The Natural Beauty of Kithal Ella

As you approach Kithal Ella, the sound of cascading water grows louder, heralding the sight of this hidden waterfall. Kithal Ella Waterfalls, though not as tall as some of the other waterfalls in the region, boasts a unique charm with its multi-tiered cascades and crystal-clear pools. The water plunges from a rocky cliff into a serene pool below, surrounded by dense vegetation that adds to the secluded ambiance of the spot.

The area around the waterfall is perfect for picnicking and relaxing. The cool, refreshing water invites visitors to take a dip or simply sit by the edge, soaking in the natural beauty. The pristine environment, coupled with the gentle roar of the waterfall, creates a calming atmosphere, ideal for meditation or quiet reflection.

Flora and Fauna

The region around Kithal Ella Waterfalls is rich in biodiversity. The surrounding forest is home to a variety of flora and fauna, making it a haven for nature enthusiasts. As you explore the area, you might spot colorful butterflies, exotic birds, and even the occasional monkey. The lush greenery includes a mix of indigenous plants and trees, providing a vibrant backdrop to the sparkling waters of the falls.

Cultural Significance

While Kithal Ella Waterfalls is primarily known for its natural beauty, it also holds cultural significance for the local communities. The waterfall is a part of the local folklore and is often featured in stories and songs passed down through generations. Visiting the waterfall provides an opportunity to learn about the local culture and traditions, adding depth to the experience.

Sustainable Tourism

One of the appealing aspects of Kithal Ella Waterfalls is its relatively untouched and pristine condition. As more travelers discover this hidden gem, it is crucial to practice sustainable tourism. Visitors are encouraged to respect the natural environment by not leaving any litter, avoiding the use of plastic, and staying on designated paths to minimize their impact on the ecosystem. By doing so, we can help preserve the beauty and tranquility of Kithal Ella for future generations.

Tips for Visiting Kithal Ella

Best Time to Visit: The best time to visit Kithal Ella Waterfalls is during the dry season, from December to March, when the weather is pleasant, and the trails are more accessible. However, the waterfall is beautiful year-round, with the rainy season adding to its volume and grandeur.

What to Bring: Comfortable hiking shoes, a hat, sunscreen, and plenty of water are essential for the trek. Don't forget your camera to capture the stunning scenery and maybe a swimsuit if you plan to take a dip.

Local Guides: Hiring a local guide can enhance your experience. They can provide valuable insights into the flora, fauna, and cultural significance of the area, making your visit more enriching.

Respect the Environment: Always follow the principles of Leave No Trace. Keep the area clean and respect the natural habitat to ensure that Kithal Ella remains a hidden paradise for years to come.

Conclusion

Kithal Ella Waterfalls is a testament to the unspoiled beauty that Ella has to offer. This hidden gem provides a perfect escape from the more crowded tourist spots, offering visitors a chance to connect with nature and experience the tranquility of Sri Lanka's hill country. Whether you are an avid hiker, a nature lover, or someone seeking a peaceful retreat, Kithal Ella Waterfalls promises an unforgettable experience. Embrace the journey, savor the natural beauty, and let the serene waters of Kithal Ella rejuvenate your spirit.

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vaidhainshijindal · 2 months

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Exploring Sri Lanka's Natural Treasures: National Parks and Waterfalls

Sri Lanka, with its lush landscapes and diverse ecosystems, is a haven for nature lovers. Among its most captivating attractions are the national parks in Sri Lanka and waterfalls in Sri Lanka scattered throughout the island. These pristine wilderness areas offer a glimpse into the country's rich biodiversity and breathtaking scenery, making them must-visit destinations for travelers seeking adventure and serenity alike.

National Parks in Sri Lanka

Sri Lanka boasts an impressive array of national parks, each showcasing unique flora and fauna against stunning backdrops of verdant forests and rugged terrain.

Yala National Park: Famed for its population of leopards, Yala National Park is the most visited wildlife sanctuary in Sri Lanka. Spread across vast grasslands and scrub jungles, it's also home to elephants, sloth bears, and myriad bird species. Safari tours provide unparalleled opportunities to spot wildlife in their natural habitats.

Udawalawe National Park: Nestled amidst the dry plains of southern Sri Lanka, Udawalawe National Park is renowned for its large population of elephants. Visitors can witness these magnificent creatures up close on safari drives, along with buffalo, deer, and a variety of birdlife. The park's picturesque landscapes add to its allure, making it a favorite among nature enthusiasts.

Wilpattu National Park: As the largest national park in Sri Lanka, Wilpattu is a wilderness haven characterized by its tranquil lakes, dense forests, and sprawling grasslands. Here, elusive leopards roam freely alongside sloth bears, deer, and crocodiles. Exploring its remote corners on safari offers an unforgettable adventure into the heart of nature.

Waterfalls in Sri Lanka

Sri Lanka's rugged terrain is adorned with cascading waterfalls that captivate the senses with their beauty and power. These natural wonders provide refreshing respite amidst the island's tropical heat, drawing visitors seeking tranquility and awe-inspiring scenery.

Diyaluma Falls: Towering majestically at a height of 220 meters, Diyaluma Falls is Sri Lanka's second-highest waterfall. Nestled in the hill country near Ella, it cascades dramatically down rocky cliffs, creating a series of mesmerizing pools perfect for swimming and picnicking.

Ravana Falls: Located near the town of Ella, Ravana Falls is steeped in mythology and surrounded by lush greenery. Plunging from a height of 25 meters, it forms a picturesque cascade that entices visitors with its serene beauty and tranquil ambiance.

Bambarakanda Falls: With a staggering drop of 263 meters, Bambarakanda Falls is the tallest waterfall in Sri Lanka. Hidden amidst the misty mountains of Horton Plains National Park, it offers a breathtaking sight for those willing to venture off the beaten path.

Conclusion

Sri Lanka's national parks and waterfalls beckon travelers with their untamed beauty and natural wonders. Whether exploring the diverse wildlife of Yala or marveling at the sheer grandeur of Bambarakanda Falls, these pristine landscapes promise unforgettable experiences for nature enthusiasts and adventurers alike.

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What to do with used moving boxes?

The moving boxes that help carry your important stuff to the new place tend to become useless once the shifting is over. Isn’t it? But do you know there are various environment friendly ways of putting the cardboard boxes to good use. Wanna know how? Read on as team colive reviews 5 ways of reusing the moving boxes.

Team Colive reviews 5 ways of putting the moving boxes to good use:

1. Give Away

Just like you required these boxes to pack stuff while shifting; someone in your acquaintance might be requiring them too while planning to shift. So you can give them away to anyone near you planning a shifting spree soon.

2. Storage

There is always some random stuff lying around the room which can be very well placed in the cardboard boxes. Just like the cleaning material, bottles, even some foot wears that are not of daily use can be organised well in a moving box. Tis way you can turn a simple cardboard box into an all-purpose container to keep the random products.

3. Art and craft

Remember kids making Ravana with cardboard boxes? If you possess the creative instinct and love for art then you would already be using the cardboard boxes for craft purpose. You can do some creative exercise with these boxes in your free time.

4. DIY Coasters

Coasters are important to save the surfaces from tea and coffee stains but seldom to we buy them. So, how about creating your own DIY coasters? You can cut a circle from the cardboard box and now your creativity comes into play. You can decorate and varnish these coasters as per your wish. And if you are not the creative type then simply wrap the circle with coloured tape and you are done.

5. Bird Feeder

Create bird feeder from the used cardboard boxes. Cut the box into cylindrical or house shape, tape it well and your bird feeder is ready. Add mixture of bird seed in it, hand it on the nearby tree and be delighted to see birds flock for treat.

So, use the above tips to reuse the moving boxes rather than putting them in trash. If you have any new idea regarding reuse of cardboard boxes then do share. Meanwhile, if you are planning to shift to a new PG but cannot find a good one the visit Colive website for endless options ranging from premium coliving PGs to Couple PGs and many more.

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arjaandsimoni · 11 months

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Rakshasa's Regret

Anechowkur Forest, approximately two hours northeast of Thalassery India. Three days after the naga ambush.

The group had made good time after the incident, travelling as long as they could by day and sleeping little. Following the attack by the naga they had decided to forego sleeping in the tent and instead stretch out as best they could on the floor of the bus. Not the most comfortable place to nap, but when given a choice between canvas or bulletproof steel they would take the one a naga arrow couldn’t pierce.

Arja sighed as she looked up at the roof of the bus that night, “I just don’t get it… why do the naga want the arrow? They have no ties to the rakshasa anymore, heck some of them blame the rakshasa for Sulochana’s death.” she frowned.

Simoni glanced over at her, the girl curled up in her sleeping bag. “They do?” she asked.

Arja nodded, “Yeah. Sulochana was married to Indrajit, Ravana’s son. They were both slain during the war between Lord Rama and Ravana.” she explained. “Some of the naga say that had she stopped Indrajit from joining the battle, or if she had not been married to him in the first place, she would have survived.” she shrugged, “I mean, it’d have been nice to not dodge assassins all my life who blame my ancestor for her death. Indrajit almost killed Lord Rama and his brother, Lakshmana twice, but each time King Hanuman rescued them. I mean, I guess it makes sense, Lakshamana killed Indrajit. Legend says that Sulochana was so heartbroken by Indrajit’s death that she laid atop his funeral pyre and died… but…” she sighed, “Knowing what we know now… I dunno if I can really believe any of the story anymore.”

Simoni gave her a worried look, reaching over and gently putting her hand on Arja’s arm. “This is really tearing you up, isn’t it?” she asked softly.

Arja took a deep breath, “Its just… all my life I was told that Lord Rama was one of the most honest and true of heroes of India, that he was an ethical man above all else. One of the biggest lessons of the tale is that you can’t use evil in response to evil, the whole ‘do two wrongs make a right’ thing westerners like using… but…” she shook her head. “I can’t… after what I saw your grandfather use Claiomh Dorcadas for… its just, whatever the Mundane Blades were used against in the past, I can’t see them as anything but evil. Knowing Lord Rama, one of King Hanuman’s most trusted friends, used one… it makes me feel sick…”

Simoni nodded, remembering the horror and despair she felt when the sword had torn her magic away, leaving her without her wings. Every time during that month, when she saw a bird flying, her heart ached with the need to join them. Seeing Iravati the day Castle Fullmoon fell… her heart had almost broke completely at Arja’s grief. “Yeah… I know what you mean…” she whispered, scooting over and wrapping her arm over Arja’s middle, “If it were up to me, I’d shatter as many as I could… but…” she glanced at the metal lined tube containing Rama’s Arrow, “… even then… if there was something like Ravana in one… I mean, we can’t know until it’s broken.” she shook her head.

Arja nodded softly, “Yeah… and then… we gotta wonder… why now? There weren’t any rakshasa at Castle Fullmoon. How do they know?” she asked, “What tipped them off? Did something change? Did one of their leaders sense that something had become different? The common rakshasa are just big burly things like Drusilla, but their leaders are powerful sorcerers.” she sighed. “Its just… there’s too many unknowns…”

Simoni nodded in sympathy, then leaned in and kissed Arja’s cheek, “We’re almost to the temple. Once we arrive we go in, pretending to be tourists, and hide the arrow where the rakshasa can’t take it. After that, I’m sure Nelen can figure out something. Remember, your mom said she’d ask Akul about anything he might have heard. I’m sure we’ll know more when we get back.” she replied.

Arja gave her a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. The Vanara girl looked tired, moreso than just the late hour would cause, and Simoni realized just how badly this was affecting her. “Yeah… we’ll figure out something.” she replied, “I should sleep…” she muttered, snuggling down into her sleeping bag, “G’night Simoni…”

Simoni nodded, “Sleep tight Arja…” she replied, giving her shoulder one last squeeze, then closed her eyes and tried to will herself to sleep.

Somewhere...

Arja opened her eyes, and she was not in the bus. Rather, she was in an ancient temple somewhere deep in the jungle, the walls overgrown with vegetation.

She looked around in confusion, “Hello?” she called out…

“… I did not know…” came a voice, laced with grief and sadness.

Arja paused, looking around frantically. She knew that voice, she’d heard it that night above the battlements of Castle Fullmoon. She’d never forget it, even if she lived to be a thousand years old.

“Grandchild, you must believe me… he did not tell me. Never once in all the centuries did I ever suspect…” came the voice once more.

“King Hanuman!” called out Arja, “I… I know about the arrow! It’s a mundane blade, but we have a plan! We can hide Ravana’s prison where his people can’t reach it!” she called into the temple.

“No! Not the arrow! Ah gods what a fool I have been… I only sought to destroy the foul blade I discovered so long ago… I did not know! I swear it on all that I hold dear I DID NOT KNOW!” echoed the reply.

Arja paused, “… King Hanuman… what do you mean? What could be worse than the risk that Ravana could return?!” she asked, fear rising in her voice.

“It is not worse! It is why it may happen at all!” he called out, and suddenly he was there, the ancient Vanara King standing before her, his eyes wide with panic and fear. “Arja! Grandchild! You must warn our family! We have made a terrible error!” he shouted, gripping her shoulders firmly, “It is not JUST the arrow! They used another!”

Arja opened her mouth to reply, and then there was a great explosion!

Arja sat up in the bus, jolting awake in shock.

“Shit, sorry about that, kids. Engine backfired a bit.” came Nelen’s voice from the driver’s seat. Arja fumbled for her phone and checked the time… six in the morning.

The Vanara girl yawned, shaking her head, and blinked slowly. She put her hand to her forehead, frowning.

Simoni yawned and rubbed her eyes, looking over at her. “Arja?” she muttered sleepily.

“I… think I was dreaming something… an old temple… somewhere…” she frowned, then shook her head, “Its gone.”

Tex yawned hugely, the boy sleeping in just pajama bottoms. He liked going topless whenever the opportunity presented itself now that he didn’t need a binder anymore. “Mnn… pity mah filly ain’t here. Stephy could poke around in those dreams ‘n find out if it was anythin’ important.” he smirked.

Arja shrugged, “I dunno… probably just stressed out…” she sighed… and then she sniffed, and her eyes went huge. “… with good reason. NELEN! GET US OUTTA HERE! FAST!” she cried out.

Nelen frowned, “… bit late for that Arja.” he warned.

Three rakshasa were blocking their path out of the wooded area they’d camped out in.

The trio of young magic users scrambled out of the back of the car, still in their pajamas, and stood before them as Nelen kicked the door open and walked out. The naga they’d gotten lucky on, but the rakshasa… that would be different! He may have to unseal Merihim!

The three of them were huge brutes of men with large tusks, at least one horn growing from each of their heads. They grinned widely at the sight of them, one of them licking his lips in anticipation… but before they could move forward…

“Hold up.” came a voice, “You three, go back and tell the others we found them. I’ll fetch the prize myself.”

The rakshasa frowned, but they didn’t seem to want to annoy the speaker. Reluctantly, they retreated. Nelen almost made for the driver’s seat… but then someone else walked into view… the ground shaking as they did.

Standing around fifty feet tall was a massive powerful looking rakshasa, his skin glowing like metal painted red, and his body covered in a toga-like robe made of tiger hides. He looked at the assembled figures, and then at Arja and Simoni with what almost appeared to be regret in his eyes.

Simoni gasped as she saw him, “Wait… you’re Akuru!” she exclaimed as Arja stared at the giant rakshasa.

“You remember me.” he frowned, “I liked you kids, you showed uncommon courage to accept my test, and even more so when you outran Vritra that day. Don’t look surprised, we all heard THAT commotion.”

Arja frowned, “We don’t want to fight you. You helped us save my grandfather.” she said… that was part of it anyways.

Akuru nodded, “Nor do I wish to fight you… so I will offer you this.” he looked up, his expression grave, “Surrender Rama’s Arrow to me, now. If you do this, I will let you leave here alive.”

Arja frowned, shaking her head, “No. We can’t do that. I’m sorry, but I can’t risk what would happen if someone destroyed the arrow.” she replied.

Akuru looked at her appraisingly, “… so you know. You understand what the arrow truly is, and that King Ravana is imprisoned within.” he sighed, “I liked you kids, I really did… but…” he frowned, then reached behind him and drew a massive greatsword, a talwar big enough to cleave trees in half! “… my Lord wants that arrow, and I am bound by duty and honor to retrieve it. I am sorry it came to this. I’ll make it quick.” he nodded.

Simoni immediately shapeshifted as Arja leapt atop her, the two taking to the skies at once as Arja shifted into her Vanara form… then Simoni let out a terrified shriek as the rakshasa’s sword almost caught them from below! He was so massive he could still reach them in the air!

Arja snarled, “Dammit, we don’t want to do this, but if we have to then so be it!” she growled, and she channeled her flames all around Simoni, and the predawn gloom was shattered as a fiery phoenix appeared yet again! “We can’t hold back Simoni! GO!” she shouted.

Simoni nodded, then dove towards Akuru, dodging around the sword, and the firebird dug its talons into his shoulder! Akuru frowned, then shoved the bird’s talons away. His skin wasn’t even singed. “This is no test children!” he shouted, “My skin is unbreakable! No blades, nor flames, can harm me! If you want to live, give me the arrow!”

Arja scowled, but a direct attack was useless. The firebird vanished around them as Simoni dodged another swing from Akuru’s sword… yet no matter what they thought of they couldn’t come up with a plan to defeat the Rakshasa!

Arja growled, then leaned over Simoni and belched fire at him, the garuda whistling and enhancing the flames as much as she could with her wind, breathing heat and life into the blaze. It splashed down over the Rakshasa, but it only burned away the top half of his tiger skin tunic! The giant rakshasa wasn't hurt at all!

Akuru glared up at them, wiping sweat off his brow. The flames didn’t hurt him, but they were still hot. As he did Nelen watched… then smirked.

He looked between them, then held out his hand… “Right, ready to try THAT trick out Merihim?” he asked.

His fingers twitched in response… and as the Rakshasa raised his sword Nelen called out, “HEY! SHINYTITS!”

Akuru’s head turned to him just in time to see red seeping between his bandages. “Catch.” grinned Nelen, and a blast of crimson shot out of his hand. SEVERAL blasts in fact! Merihim’s substance fired away like scattershot, splashing against the rakshasa’s flesh!

Akuru made a disgusted sound, “Whats this?! You throw your blood at me? Are you some kind of madman?” he asked.

Simoni cried out in shock as Akuru raised his sword, bringing it down… and suddenly Nelen wasn’t there!

He reappeared a few feet away, with a cat standing on his shoulders. “That all you got? So you’ve got thick skin, so WHAT?” he laughed, “Every armor has it’s holes big guy.” he nodded, blasting out with another burst of ‘blood’ then vanishing again as Akuru roared in anger and slammed his sword down.

Nelen reappeared by the treeline this time. “Over here big man. Jeez your aim sucks.” he snorted, and another blast fired off. Akuru roared, the rakshasa getting angry as he raised his sword, and when it came down it split the tree in half… along with the spot where Nelen HAD been standing…

“Hey, Akuru was it? The kids told me about you. Your hide blocks every kind of weapon right?” he asked.

“ALL WEAPONS!” barked the rakshasa, furious now, “No sword can harm me! No matter how great or how powerful!” Akuru was sweating now, beads of it running down his face.

“… what if they’re not great? What if they’re… oh… really tiny?” he asked. “So tiny… that you can’t even see them?” he asked with a grin, holding his thumb and forefinger close together for emphasis.

Akuru scowled, wiping his brow, “What do you mean human?” he demanded, he was starting to sweat an awful lot…

Nelen grinned, “Your armor is full of holes… covered in the damn things.” he replied, “After all, that sweat has to come out of you somewhere, doesn’t it?” he asked with a confident smirk, folding his arms over his chest and watching the rakshasa.

Akuru roared in fury at Nelen's goading, but as he tried to advance he stumbled! The rakshasa suddenly realized he couldn’t lift his blade! “W-what… what is this?!” he gasped, his legs shaking as his strength began to fail him!

“Pores, big guy… plenty of spots for me to get my swords in.” said the warlock, walking forward, “Ever hear of ‘germ theory?’ My other partner is a big fan of it. Right now my swords are inside your body, and every second, there’s more of them…” he grinned, and it was not a nice grin.

Akuru fell to his knees, sweat pouring off him. His head was starting to hurt now, and it was getting hard to see clearly. “Human… what have you done to me?!” he gasped out, his body aching all over. He was swinging his blade around with ease moments ago, now it took all his strength just to keep from collapsing!

Nelen frowned, raising his hand up, “… what it takes to keep my sister from getting hurt…” he replied, a glob of crimson forming on his hand.

As he did however two shapes raced infront of him, standing infront of Akuru.

“NELEN DON’T!” shouted Simoni. “You heard him, he doesn’t want to fight us! Someone is making him do it!”

Arja frowned, “This is too far Nelen. He can’t fight anymore! Lets just leave!” The two girls stood between Nelen and Akuru, arms outstretched to form a shield.

Nelen glanced between them, “He’ll warn the others girls. He clearly didn’t know how my magic worked, if we let him live he’ll tell them, and then they’ll know how to fight it when they come back.”

Simoni shook her head, “HE TOLD US HOW TO SAVE AKUL!” she shouted, “He’s not evil!”

Nelen growled, “Simoni, Arja… I get it, I do… but we can’t take the risk! STAND ASIDE!” he demanded.

Arja glared back at him, “I won’t. You can’t fight evil with evil Nelen. Akuru was forced to fight us, you heard him! Get in the bus, and we’ll leave.” she nodded.

Akuru looked between them, then chuckled, “A vanara and a garuda showing mercy to a rakshasa…” he chuckled, “Truly the world has gone mad…”

Nelen glanced between the girls and retracted the blood sphere… then suddenly he flexed and quick as a wink a tendril of Merihim’s substance shot out between them, slapped into Akuru’s face, and shot back!

The rakshasa gasped for breath, then slowly he fell over with a loud crash, his eyes falling shut.

“NELEN!” screamed Simoni, “How could you?!”

Nelen held up his hand, “I didn’t kill him, I gave him viral meningitis. He’s unconscious.” he explained. “It won’t be fun for him, but he’s a rakshasa so he’ll survive it. Give it a few weeks and he’ll wake up.” he nodded.

The two girls looked at Akuru, then realized after a moment that while his breathing was shallow, he was in fact breathing.

“Satisfied?” he grunted, “He’s not dead, but he can’t tell anyone about what we can do. Now get on the bus and lets get the fuck out of here before his buddies come looking for him.” he nodded, jabbing a thumb towards the bus.

Arja hesitated, not wanting to leave Akuru in the middle of the jungle, but if the talons she and Simoni made hadn’t been able to hurt him then it wasn’t likely a tiger could do much damage. Even his fellow rakshasa couldn’t harm him. She gave an uncomfortable nod, then she and Simoni retreated to the bus as Tex climbed in with them, closing the doors firmly.

A moment later, the vehicle set off.

Later that day, Thiruvangad Sree Ramaswami Temple.

The head priest met them, having received a call from Rajesh telling them that an important artifact of Lord Rama’s had been discovered and that his people would deliver it to the temple as a donation. While he spoke to Nelen and Tex, who was carrying the arrow, Arja and Simoni walked through the temple grounds.

Standing in the center of the temple, facing eastward, was a tall six-foot statue of Lord Rama. He was in what was known as his ‘full form’ with four arms extended from his body. Three held objects; a Shankha conch shell, a Chakra discus, and a heavy mace, while the fourth was held upwards, palm open and all fingers extended upwards, the sign or mudra of Abhaya which symbolized fearlessness and compassion.

Arja looked up at the statue and felt her heart ache. She felt so confused. Before all this, she would have felt blessed to stand before the idol… but now…

She walked over towards the left of the statue and standing there, smaller than the idol of Lord Rama, was her own divine ancestor cast in metal. King Hanuman, always at Lord Rama’s side, always his faithful friend and ally.

“Did you know?” she asked the idol, her eyes looking sad, “Did Lord Rama tell you, or did he lie to you too?” she whispered as low as possible so the other pilgrims would not hear her.

Simoni stood next to her, giving her hand a squeeze. They were both wearing saree for this, though in this case, Arja had insisted on it. Normally she did not wish to, but this temple was different.

Arja sighed, then she nodded to Simoni. They put their hands together, then bowed to Rama and then to Hanuman. She didn’t object to the order, knowing that her ancestor would insist that they show deference to his Lord first. Hanuman may be the king of the vanara, but he had always respected and honored Lord Rama and would expect the same of his descendants.

She smiled a bit as she straightened up before the idol of Hanuman, but only a bit, then she walked towards the entrance with Simoni following behind her.

The girls sat on the steps outside, waiting for Nelen and Tex to join them. As foreigners they wouldn’t be expected to show the same ritual, but as long as they were polite and did not cause trouble they would be welcome.

Arja sighed, looking up at the sky, “I dunno, part of me doesn’t want to leave it where I can’t see it… but…” she frowned.

Simoni nodded, “Yeah, this place is too important, too public. The rakshasa would risk revealing themselves to humanity if they tried to take the arrow now. We can’t guarantee that back in Jaipur.” she sighed.

Arja nodded, curling up into a ball and wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on them. “Yeah, its just…” she sighed deeply. “I can’t… really ever be comfortable with this. Even knowing how terrible an enemy Ravana was, even knowing that it may really have been the only way to ensure he was defeated forever… I just…” she sighed, pressing her face into her knees, “… it hurts… it hurts knowing the truth about this.”

Simoni put her hand on her shoulder, “Yeah… I’m sorry Arja… I don’t know what to say right now. I wish I did, but…” she shook her head, “I’m here. Whatever the truth was, I’m here.” she nodded, taking Arja’s hand in her own.

Arja wiped her eyes, then smiled at her and nodded, “T-that’s all I can ask.” she replied, then she looked up at the sound of footsteps.

Nelen walked into view with Tex following behind them. “Priest said it’ll be kept safe in a secure vault and only brought out for special holidays to Lord Rama. I think that’s about as good as we can get kids. Ready to go home?” he asked.

Simoni nodded, “I think we definitely need some downtime, Nelen.” she replied, getting up and helping Arja to her feet. The warlock nodded and they got back in the bus, driving it to a parking garage. Nelen hid the keys under it, knowing Rajesh’s man would find it and take it somewhere safe. Together they walked to the far wall of the garage, and Nelen put his hand on it.

“Open up, you bastards.” he said in Lemurian, and the silver door to the Wulfshead Club appeared. The group went through it, and a moment later it was gone as if it never was.

Centuries ago, somewhere in India

“It is done then brother?”

“Yes… King Ravana will trouble the land no more.”

“Then… we must tell them! Tell them of how we defeated such a dread foe!”

“… no.”

“No?! Brother, you wish to hide this?! The people of India are safe from Ravana’s predations forever now! They are free!”

“Exactly… but the same power that brought the Rakshasa king low… I could feel it pulling on the spark of divinity within myself. It does not discriminate. It hungers for all. It is too powerful.”

“Brother… we cannot…”

“We must… though it tears at my heart and soul to do so, we must… the arrow I wielded was blessed by our Lords Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. No other powers. This is what we will tell them…”

“But… what of my own battle against Ravana’s kin?”

“… tell them… you found a weakness that allowed you to stop him, and that upon his death his wife threw herself on his pyre.”

“BROTHER!”

“I KNOW LAKSHMANA! I know, and by the gods I wish dearly it did not have to be so! But… this one dishonorable act frees the people from their terror, lets them live in safety once more. May Lord Brahma forgive me for such, but I say… we lie.”

“… Rama, brother… I will do as you ask… but… what of the sword I wielded?”

“It was found in the Himalayas was it not? Hanuman discovered it in a cave when searching for the herbs to heal you? He told you where?”

“… he did, yes…”

“Have our men return it there, and may it rest there until all escape the cycle and this world is no more.”

“But… what will we tell Hanuman?”

“… the same… we tell him the same… and if he ever discovers the truth… all I will be able to do is beg his forgiveness.”

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