The Harakans

The Harakans were celebrating their auspicious day. They clinked their spears on the ground making a sound of symphony. There was food and fire and a lot of cheer. It was almost midnight, the Harakans were energetic hiding their faces behind illustrious masks. They were waiting for the arrival of their Brok. The Brok had to hunt and bring the largest tusks around. The largrest tusks were from the Polars or the Trusks themselves. So there went Brok to planet 111 and hunted a large trusk with his spear. He Hunted the trusk with a spear and tore it apart with his bear hands. Their moon went blew as their Brok gave a howling cry. The dances became more energetic as the moon turned blue. And there he was the Brok himself, entering the atmosphere of the planet. He flew into the planet through the blue rings of illumination provided by the moon. Everyone around the planet looked at the blue moon in awe. The ghosts of Wilmir growled at the sight of blue light entering their forests. Darticus looked at the moon, like he always did. The dragon breathed fire through its mouth and Arakur was asleep. Arakanese contemplated something under the moon light. Do we take the help of the Brok? he discussed with his fellow Counselman. There is not a chance in any galaxy does the Brok go against the kingdom. And even if we did there is no chance that he stands of with the dragon. " The Fire breathing dragon sleeps in the dens of the kingdom". Arakanese kept silent.

"The Brok landed on the ground, as the symphony of the Harakans reached its peak" The tusks hung against each other on his back. He took it out and handed it over to the elder. The elder examined to see if it was worthy. The people looked at it with exasperation. The elder gave it a nod of approval. The cheers continued.

As the Cheers continued.....

There was the clan of the natives, who claim to be the first born on the planet. But everyone had disputed their claim from the beginning. Once a thriving species now live under the shadows of the Harakans. They sat there in their caves jealous, some even closing their ears not able to digest their more powerful neighbors songs and merry. "Only if the Brok could not fly" they murmured. The natives of every planet face this destiny, said the elder. We belong to the planet, that is why, said Mordin. Mordin rested in the caves for over a century long. The last Brok had beaten him upto a pulp. So Mordin was rested in the caves and learning all that was there to learn about flighting. Mordin, said some of the others "Why don't you fight the Brok now and let us reclaim the land". It is not so simple, said Mordin " The kingdom supports them. They disregard us, they disgrace us, he said. Then fight the king, said one of the Natives. Mordin caught him and threw him on the side of the rock. " Do you want me to lie here for another 100 years" he shouted at him. The man squealed away like a rat and ran away. What do you have in mind, asked another. I fight the Brok, said Mordin. I fight for my honor, said Mordin. What about the rest, what about our place in this planet? they asked him. I don't care, he simply said and pushed them away. He went deep in the cave again to practice his arts.

I will fight for our honor, said Hordin the brother of Mordin. They all laughed. You will fight for our honor? they joked. Yes, said Hordin confidently. I will fight the Brok. They grew into a bigger laughter. Hordin was embarrassed and he walked away. Just then there was a sound of a horse that was coming in their direction. It was Arakanese with his armor shining in the bright blue light. He got down from his horse and spoke. I look for an alliance with you, he said to them. An alliance for what? they asked him. I plan to fight the king and take over the kingdom. They again laughed. Hordin was a better bet, they joked. Araknese was embarassed. He took his sword out, it shone like the blue moon itself. " Look at this sword" he said to them. " This sword belongs to a king, haven't you heard" He looked around to convince them to rally to him. " They have a fire breathing dragon" it will burn your tiny sword to smithereens, they laughed at him and walked away. So there stood under the darkness, Arakenese still with his head held high. And out of the cave emerged a large shadow. " Show me your sword" asked Mordin. Arakanese gave it to him without any hesitation. " Can this sword kill the Brok" he asked him. Yes, it can kill anyone, replied Arakanese. Can it kill an immortal, he asked again. " That is what makes it special, replied Araknese. Mordin gave the sword back to him. It can kill a dragon too, said Arakanese looking at the edges of the sword with admiration. Go build your army, said Mordin. Arakanese got back up in his horse and left. " The Harakans will be no more, he uttered and went into his cave" Mordin.