A narrative concerning the Aryan civilization. By: Elijah
Part 1
The harsh sun burnt the backs of the hunched nomads. They hadn’t had food in days, and they had little land for their livestock. If they didn’t get more land, not only would they die, but their livestock as well. The people of the tribe looked to their Rajah for help.
His name was Rama. He acquired the title Rajah of the Agni tribe after his father died of an infected sword wound. Rama was only twenty five, but tall for his age. His hair was black and unkempt, falling almost to his shoulders. His eyes were steel grey, and white skin proved his European heritage.
As the dry wind bit his face, he made a decision. It was the obvious decision, but yet the only one. He would have to invade his neighboring tribe. Although allies, it was merely an agreement of defense against foreign invasion. Rama had asked countless times for new borders and some food, but to no avail. Rama knew he would receive no aid from their Rajah, Ravana.
Vishnu walked into Rama’s hut. “The people are complaining. Old man Raj just died. We need food Rama. Have you thought of a plan yet?” asked Vishnu. Vishnu was tall and lanky, of the priestly class. He had beady eyes, and a cruel face, but he was always respectful to authority. “I do not wish for anyone else to die.”
“Nor do I. We have little enough food, it wasn’t logical to waste it on a dying man. Raj understood,” stated Rama. “As for a plan, I’ve decided. Our only option is to invade the Brahm tribe. They have enough land and livestock to keep us going for a long time.”
“But they are our sworn allies. It is not looked upon kindly to betray your word,” countered Vishnu.
“What you say is true, but we have no other choice. Desperate times, desperate measures. Spread the word. We leave on the morrow,” commanded Rama.
“As you say.”
Part 2
News traveled fast in the gana. The better part of that day was spent preparing for the battle. The Kshatriya caste trained hard for many hours. They practiced sword play, lancing, and archery. They were waited upon by Sudras, who served them and brought them what minimal food they had. The warriors would need their strength, for the Brahm tribe was well known for their military prowess, the pinnacle being Ravana. Rumors said that he was a fifteen foot giant, who was too big for a horse and had a twenty food lance. The truth was closer to reality, but still stretching beyond the common bounds.
Ravana truly was a giant of a man. He was close upon eight feet tall, and weighed close to five hundred pounds. His lance was ten feet long and one of the great accomplishments of modern weapon crafting. His tribe was undefeated in battle and had a massive expanse of land. His leal soldiers were well trained and highly experienced.
Most of the people thought this plan was folly. Their warriors were mostly composed of young, arrogant boys, and aging men. It was a suicide mission, and doomed to fail. Even so, the people made no argument, for it was already decided. Vaisyas lined the streets, selling what goods they had left. Brahmins like Vishnu had booths up along the paths. They were blessing the people and warriors, and praying for a victory.
Rama himself milled about inspiring his soldiers and people. He had Vishnu start a yagna ceremony. A yagna ceremony is a ritual in which a fire is started and a priest chants hymns and blessings. It is meant to give happiness, wealth, and good fortune to the attendants. Many people came, because the tribe was in great need of good fortune. Vishnu started the fire and led the chanting.
As the night fell over the small gana, the people were fearful, although with newfound zeal. They believed that with Rama, they had a chance to win the battle. They even had the element of surprise. The Brahms had no idea they were coming. They surely had a chance at victory, and if they won, they would have a myriad of crops and livestock and an immense amount of land. Eager soldiers and anxious wives fell asleep hoping for a future that would never come.
Part 3
They approached slowly and cautiously as the light of dawn began to rise. The most skilled archers road ahead, quickly dispatching the Brahm outriders. As the Agni tribe rode into the Brahm gana, the enemy people were in disarray, warriors having put on armor quickly and the women and children still running about, looking for sanctum from the assumed carnage.
“What is the meaning of this?” yelled a Brahm warrior.
The Agnis ignored the question and road into battle. As the two forces clashed, the monstrous Ravana lumbered into view. He dived headlong into the fray killing people without so much as a pause. Rama charged into the conflict, swiftly killing man after man with the grace of a wolf on the hunt.
As the battle began, the Agnis had the clear advantage. The Brahm warriors were poorly outfitted, bedraggled, and completely unprepared. However, as the fight wore on, the Brahm woke up and the experience difference was very clear, even without properly strapped armor. Both sides had chariots, only the Brahm had two more. The Brahm chariots were the main problem. Wherever they went, they cleaved through the Agni forces, taking life after life. Rama took it upon himself to destroy them.
Gathering a group of five warriors, he took to striking them down. However, Ravana was doing to same thing. The battle raging around them, both sides were able to take down the chariots. The Rajahs went back into the battle, fighting towards one another. The Agni were heartened by the destruction of the chariots, and fought with increased ferocity. Ravana cleaved his way through troops, uncaring of what side they were on. His only focus was Rama.
And then they were there. The battle carrying on alongside them, they stood fifteen feet apart, sizing the other up. “What happened to our allegiance Rama!” yelled Ravana. “I thought we were allies.”
“You know why. We have no food, and we have no land. You refused our requests for help, so you left us no other choice,” replied Rama. “I hope it is all still worth it when your tribe falls.”
“We will not fall. You are all inexperienced children not meant for the fields of battle. I have battle hardened men who’ve seen countless conflicts. As the battle goes on, your men will tire and die. Mine will stand strong,” stated Ravana. “When your army falls, we will
combine our land with yours. We will increase our land and incomes, and you will die here and now.”
Ravana lunged with the fury of a typhoon. For a man of his size, he moved with surprising speed. He was on Rama in an instant, and swung his gore covered spear in a deadly arc, almost shaving a foot off Rama’s height. But Rama sidestepped and counterstriked with a swift cut with his sword. It caught Ravana on the side, leaving a long red gash. Yelling in pain, Ravana jumped and thrust his spear. This time Rama was not so lucky; it struck through his left arm, causing him to stumble and fall onto his back. Wasting no time, Ravana leaped at him, spear held aloft about his head, and striking down.
Rama rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the death stroke. Crippled and in blinding pain, he was an easy target. Knowing Ravana would go on the offensive, Rama waited for him to lunge. As Ravana leaped forward, Rama sidestepped again and got off another slash, then time across Ravana’s face. Weeping tears of blood, Ravana roared and charged for one final front. As he dived forward, Rama quickly sidestepped, but this time Ravana anticipated it. As Rama moved to the left, Ravana shot his spear to the left, crashing against Rama’s unguarded ribcage.
Rama lay on the sand, bleeding out and sobbing. He could hardly see through the pain. Ravana stood over him. “Please,” gasped Rama. “Don’t… kill me… I’m begging you…”
“See? As I said. You are all children. This is your first battle, no? You should be at home like the other babes. No real man begs for mercy,” shouted Ravana. “Hopefully through reincarnation you’ll find a more suitable form; perhaps a pussy.”
With that, Ravana crushed Rama’s skull under his huge feet. With no leader, the rest of the Agni tribe was easily defeated. Keeping true to his word, Ravana overtook the remains of the Agni gana and lands, and his tribe gained immense power. Many other tribes aligned with him out of fear, and graciously gave food when they were asked. And no tribe was ever foolish enough to break their alliance again.
THE END
The harsh sun burnt the backs of the hunched nomads. They hadn’t had food in days, and they had little land for their livestock. If they didn’t get more land, not only would they die, but their livestock as well. The people of the tribe looked to their Rajah for help.
His name was Rama. He acquired the title Rajah of the Agni tribe after his father died of an infected sword wound. Rama was only twenty five, but tall for his age. His hair was black and unkempt, falling almost to his shoulders. His eyes were steel grey, and white skin proved his European heritage.
As the dry wind bit his face, he made a decision. It was the obvious decision, but yet the only one. He would have to invade his neighboring tribe. Although allies, it was merely an agreement of defense against foreign invasion. Rama had asked countless times for new borders and some food, but to no avail. Rama knew he would receive no aid from their Rajah, Ravana.
Vishnu walked into Rama’s hut. “The people are complaining. Old man Raj just died. We need food Rama. Have you thought of a plan yet?” asked Vishnu. Vishnu was tall and lanky, of the priestly class. He had beady eyes, and a cruel face, but he was always respectful to authority. “I do not wish for anyone else to die.”
“Nor do I. We have little enough food, it wasn’t logical to waste it on a dying man. Raj understood,” stated Rama. “As for a plan, I’ve decided. Our only option is to invade the Brahm tribe. They have enough land and livestock to keep us going for a long time.”
“But they are our sworn allies. It is not looked upon kindly to betray your word,” countered Vishnu.
“What you say is true, but we have no other choice. Desperate times, desperate measures. Spread the word. We leave on the morrow,” commanded Rama.
“As you say.”
Part 2
News traveled fast in the gana. The better part of that day was spent preparing for the battle. The Kshatriya caste trained hard for many hours. They practiced sword play, lancing, and archery. They were waited upon by Sudras, who served them and brought them what minimal food they had. The warriors would need their strength, for the Brahm tribe was well known for their military prowess, the pinnacle being Ravana. Rumors said that he was a fifteen foot giant, who was too big for a horse and had a twenty food lance. The truth was closer to reality, but still stretching beyond the common bounds.
Ravana truly was a giant of a man. He was close upon eight feet tall, and weighed close to five hundred pounds. His lance was ten feet long and one of the great accomplishments of modern weapon crafting. His tribe was undefeated in battle and had a massive expanse of land. His leal soldiers were well trained and highly experienced.
Most of the people thought this plan was folly. Their warriors were mostly composed of young, arrogant boys, and aging men. It was a suicide mission, and doomed to fail. Even so, the people made no argument, for it was already decided. Vaisyas lined the streets, selling what goods they had left. Brahmins like Vishnu had booths up along the paths. They were blessing the people and warriors, and praying for a victory.
Rama himself milled about inspiring his soldiers and people. He had Vishnu start a yagna ceremony. A yagna ceremony is a ritual in which a fire is started and a priest chants hymns and blessings. It is meant to give happiness, wealth, and good fortune to the attendants. Many people came, because the tribe was in great need of good fortune. Vishnu started the fire and led the chanting.
As the night fell over the small gana, the people were fearful, although with newfound zeal. They believed that with Rama, they had a chance to win the battle. They even had the element of surprise. The Brahms had no idea they were coming. They surely had a chance at victory, and if they won, they would have a myriad of crops and livestock and an immense amount of land. Eager soldiers and anxious wives fell asleep hoping for a future that would never come.
Part 3
They approached slowly and cautiously as the light of dawn began to rise. The most skilled archers road ahead, quickly dispatching the Brahm outriders. As the Agni tribe rode into the Brahm gana, the enemy people were in disarray, warriors having put on armor quickly and the women and children still running about, looking for sanctum from the assumed carnage.
“What is the meaning of this?” yelled a Brahm warrior.
The Agnis ignored the question and road into battle. As the two forces clashed, the monstrous Ravana lumbered into view. He dived headlong into the fray killing people without so much as a pause. Rama charged into the conflict, swiftly killing man after man with the grace of a wolf on the hunt.
As the battle began, the Agnis had the clear advantage. The Brahm warriors were poorly outfitted, bedraggled, and completely unprepared. However, as the fight wore on, the Brahm woke up and the experience difference was very clear, even without properly strapped armor. Both sides had chariots, only the Brahm had two more. The Brahm chariots were the main problem. Wherever they went, they cleaved through the Agni forces, taking life after life. Rama took it upon himself to destroy them.
Gathering a group of five warriors, he took to striking them down. However, Ravana was doing to same thing. The battle raging around them, both sides were able to take down the chariots. The Rajahs went back into the battle, fighting towards one another. The Agni were heartened by the destruction of the chariots, and fought with increased ferocity. Ravana cleaved his way through troops, uncaring of what side they were on. His only focus was Rama.
And then they were there. The battle carrying on alongside them, they stood fifteen feet apart, sizing the other up. “What happened to our allegiance Rama!” yelled Ravana. “I thought we were allies.”
“You know why. We have no food, and we have no land. You refused our requests for help, so you left us no other choice,” replied Rama. “I hope it is all still worth it when your tribe falls.”
“We will not fall. You are all inexperienced children not meant for the fields of battle. I have battle hardened men who’ve seen countless conflicts. As the battle goes on, your men will tire and die. Mine will stand strong,” stated Ravana. “When your army falls, we will
combine our land with yours. We will increase our land and incomes, and you will die here and now.”
Ravana lunged with the fury of a typhoon. For a man of his size, he moved with surprising speed. He was on Rama in an instant, and swung his gore covered spear in a deadly arc, almost shaving a foot off Rama’s height. But Rama sidestepped and counterstriked with a swift cut with his sword. It caught Ravana on the side, leaving a long red gash. Yelling in pain, Ravana jumped and thrust his spear. This time Rama was not so lucky; it struck through his left arm, causing him to stumble and fall onto his back. Wasting no time, Ravana leaped at him, spear held aloft about his head, and striking down.
Rama rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the death stroke. Crippled and in blinding pain, he was an easy target. Knowing Ravana would go on the offensive, Rama waited for him to lunge. As Ravana leaped forward, Rama sidestepped again and got off another slash, then time across Ravana’s face. Weeping tears of blood, Ravana roared and charged for one final front. As he dived forward, Rama quickly sidestepped, but this time Ravana anticipated it. As Rama moved to the left, Ravana shot his spear to the left, crashing against Rama’s unguarded ribcage.
Rama lay on the sand, bleeding out and sobbing. He could hardly see through the pain. Ravana stood over him. “Please,” gasped Rama. “Don’t… kill me… I’m begging you…”
“See? As I said. You are all children. This is your first battle, no? You should be at home like the other babes. No real man begs for mercy,” shouted Ravana. “Hopefully through reincarnation you’ll find a more suitable form; perhaps a pussy.”
With that, Ravana crushed Rama’s skull under his huge feet. With no leader, the rest of the Agni tribe was easily defeated. Keeping true to his word, Ravana overtook the remains of the Agni gana and lands, and his tribe gained immense power. Many other tribes aligned with him out of fear, and graciously gave food when they were asked. And no tribe was ever foolish enough to break their alliance again.
THE END
