The Angkora Warlands

By K Silvermoon

Chinta, a sixteen-year-old girl, did not expect her life to change forever the morning she went to swim in a lake with her friends. During an eclipse of the sun, she is transformed into the majestic White Naga, forever sealing her fate as a pawn in the struggle of good versus evil.

For it has been prophesied that a White Naga will emerge to bring peace back to the land of Angkora and rid it from the clutches of the evil Lord Karruva and his Shadow Kingdom.

This prophecy is what gives a ragtag group of rebels hope to fight back against the Shadow Kingdom. When Rangga, a fallen prince who is now one of the rebels, discovers Chinta is truly the White Naga, the rebels hatch a plan to use the White Naga to rid Lord Karruva once and for all.

Now Angkora must become a battlefield where a young girl must find her true destiny amongst the corrupting evil and to hope that truth and fate emerge victorious...

• Language: English
• Publisher: K Silvermoon
• Release date: Jan 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301838400

K Silvermoon

K Silvermoon is an author, dreamer and a mythologist. He is inspired by the Lord of the Rings as well as the Journey to the West. He looks at mythologies with an anthropological viewpoint. He believes that by studying mythologies, we will eventually understand love, life and the journey.

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CHAPTERS

Prologue

The Prophecy

The White Naga

The Prince

The Resistance

The Murder of the King

The Confirmation

The Little Girl

The Dark Lord

The Explanation

The Plan

Pirates in the Sky

The Chosen One

The Search

The Destiny

The Dragonslayers

The Punishment

The Black Naga

The Omen

The Elders of Langkasuka

The Healing

The Needles

The Kiss

A Choking Engagement

The Bodhi Tree and the Garuda

Leaving Langkasuka

Pirate, Lover, Saviour

To Get the Blood

The Apocalyptic Vision

The Battle Plan

The Kidnapping

The Big Battlefield

The Meaning

PROLOGUE

A long time ago, before the Great Flood,

While there was still Ocean in the Sky,

Humans and Animals alike lived in Peace and Harmony.

The GodKing among Humans ruled fairly and equally,

Nurturing the Angkora civilization into a Golden Age,

Advanced in Divine Mathematica and Transcendental Navigation.

But one day, the Dark Lord of the Shadow Kingdom,

Descended upon Angkora and laid waste unto the lands,

The Foul Lord murdered the GodKing and enslaved the Animals,

Throwing the states of Angkora into Anarchy and Darkness,

And Angkora was left to become nought,

But Warlands for years to come…

THE PROPHECY

The Astrologer Monk closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He sensed something in the air.

It is different this time.

The Shadow Kingdom fortress floated in the sky, giant, motionless, menacing. Its dark shadow loomed over Angkora with a silent intimidating presence. Up in the top-most levels of the fortress, a group of levitating astrologer monks whiled the time away studying the stars and charting them on a gigantic map. The stars were largely and brightly magnified by the Ocean in the Sky.

The Chief Monk peered into the giant ancient telescope perched in the middle of the observatory. He sensed something was different and waved at the other monks to push the telescope around on the rotating wooden platform. The telescope swept through the sky, looking for further confirmation.

Down the labyrinthine dungeons inside the fortress castle, there was another giant hall with a huge nautilus shell on the wall. It was a very busy place with several mathematician monks studying and documenting the strength of its structure with complex mathematical formulae.

These monkish architects would then translate them into Divine Mathematica, a very advanced form of mystical and mysterious numerology which they can then implement into their buildings, infrastructures and ship building. It was an ancient Angkorean belief that God is a mathematician and all creations are mathematically and divinely created.

In another laboratory elsewhere in the fortress, alchemists were busy drawing blood of deep cerulean from rows and rows of thousands of horseshoe crabs and preparing them as chemical concoctions for surgical purposes. The cerulean blood was used to prevent blood from clotting during surgeries. In a nearby surgical hall, a chief surgeon monk chanted and dipped his bare hands into a patient, opening his rib cage and massaging his heart. The assistant surgeons applied the cerulean blood onto the open wounds.

As this all went on, a scream echoed through the hallways. A frightening, piercing scream, originating from the royal bedroom. A few monks quickly scurried towards the bedroom.

Soma, the blue Snake Princess woke up from her prophetic nightmare. The monks' questioning eyes stared at the sixteen-year-old Princess. She had the body of an Apsara dancer, and was well-adorned with blue jades, gold chains and peacock feathers.

Lord Karruva, a tall dark shadowy figure who had quickly rushed to the bedroom snarled impatiently.

What is it this time? boomed the twenty two-year-old Prince, a devilishly handsome but pale shrouded figure.

The White Naga… murmured Soma, the blanket sliding off her body revealing her half-human, half-snake body. The blanket barely covered her blue breasts. As she arose from her bed, her lower half snake body formed into beautiful long legs.

As prophesied by the Elephants... said Lord Karruva. He had been waiting for something like this to happen.

No, this time it is different, said Soma, a little worried.

Lord Karruva let out a sinister laugh. With a Prince riding it? He sniggered maliciously.

No, a girl… a maiden, Soma said, grimacing. Her voice trembled.

Lord Karruva’s eyes widened. His long royal purple robe trailed behind him as he walked down the long flight of stairs. He was very troubled by what he had just heard.

THE WHITE NAGA

A flock of white birds flew across Angkora, soaring over its majestic temples and beautiful ancient giant rainforests, while all was bathing in great, bright sunshine. There were hundreds of them, and they looked like a swarm of bees, gliding in poetic formation across the sky.

Angkorabhumi, means temple and earth but the locals just called the city Angkora. Angkora was the largest city under the SkyOcean.

The towering waterfall thundered into the big lake near Angkora, sending up a mist of vapour that harboured a rainbow. The lake was formed from a flooded crater of a volcano.

A group of maidens belonging to a rich trader played cheerfully in the lake.

Chinta, the rich trader’s sixteen-year-old daughter and a young, innocent dreamy girl, was playing with the maidens. She had big sparkly eyes and was cute and petite.

Giant water lilies floated on the lake and equally giant dragonflies hovered around the lotus buds. Frangipani flowers dropped off the branches and glided slowly onto the water surface. Some of the maidens collected the flowers and strung them into garlands. Two of the maidens put the garlands around each other’s neck and giggled, sharing little jokes.

Chinta surfaced from the water with her white bathing robe wrapped around her breasts. She started splashing water