I peered through the large crevice at an astonishing sight. About five thousand artists had gathered in this huge temple. Artists from musicians to dancers were adorned in the brightest clothes and decked with the best pieces of jewellery with generous splashing of gold and semi-precious stones.
Behind the performers lined up the best warriors in the country. Each soldier stood over six feet tall with a six pack to resemble a Greek God. A huge smooth spear glittered in his left hand while a sword ducked in shining metal shaft shone brightly around his hips.
Oh my God!! I have to beat these hunks to steal the Precious.
One look at my target told me that it would be virtually impossible to steal it, but I had no choice. They had my mom.
My heavy dress adorned with jewels of various kinds was dragging me down. It seemed like a Marine carrying 50 pounds of stuff on a long desert walk in the farthest mountains of Afghanistan. With sweating pouring generously off my body, I looked for an escape route and took a step back from the crevice.
“Don’t you dare” came a sharp hissing voice. Kayal pulled out her sword in one flash and placed it on my neck.
I shook my head and my eyes pleaded with her. She gently pushed me back to the crevice.
“It’s nearly time. He should be here any moment”
Suddenly a huge noise mixed with drums and trumpets along with the shrieking sound of elephants shook both of us. Kayal pushed me aside and peered through the crevice and then motioned me to look through also. From the farthest corner of the temple, came a loud booming voice.
“Rajathi Raja, Raja Gambeera, Raja Marthaanda, Raja Kula Thilaka, Raja Maavera, Raja Kula Shekara, Raja Raja Chozan Vaarugirar (Entry of the greatest king to have ruled the earth, Raja Raja Choza)”
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