Written by The darkness kingdom
It was a great story, you know why? ‘cause we think that we are always right, but that’s arrogance. It kills our innocence, ‘cause this makes our favorite person leave us. Don’t you think? Not relating, right? Let me tell you a story of a darkness kingdom. There was a king, the king of darkness, and he is really self-centered, and he has a girl who loved him really good. But a selfish king always thinks about himself because he thinks that everyone in this universe is a cheater. No one is trustworthy — nor animal, nor god. ‘Cause trillions of years ago to millions of years, every king he trusted, they betrayed him. This made him arrogant, selfish. But he was wrong this time, because now this time god wants to give something that he can trust. But he, a past trauma, he treats her equally, but he loves her with pure heart. But some people say no, that’s not love, that’s reflection of care that she showed him.
The hunt begins
To be started — king was going to hunt, but what does he see? A “bhootni” (female ghost) in the jungle, writhing in pain. But that bhootni wasn’t a bhootni, because there was a cat with her. So then what was it? Our king’s mood turned to hunt that cat, because that cat could talk, and it kept calling the king “dwarf, dwarf”. But the king wasn’t a dwarf — he looked small only because he was far away. But the king was egoistic; if anyone said anything to him, even if they praised him, he felt bad, because he thought people were making fun of him. That’s why he only followed rules in his darkness kingdom — no one could talk about him, not even take his name. That’s why in this story too we’re calling him “king”, not his real name. Just imagine, back then who would dare to take his name?
So now back to the topic. The king got angry and went to catch the cat, but the cat ran away. The king didn’t like running, but for the first time he ran to catch that cat because his ego was hurt — how could someone call him a dwarf? But that cat — where would it get caught? It kept going ahead, the king behind, and this continued for a long time. The king was getting tired, but his ego didn’t allow him to stop. Finally that cat reached the bhootni — the female ghost who was its owner. But wait, she was visible there too, right? Are you still confused why we keep calling her a bhootni?
The king and the fearless woman
The greatest king of the kingdom of darkness stood before her. The king wanted her to bow down at his feet and hand over her cat, then he would have her and her cat publicly whipped in the square — and what he would do next, only the king knows. But that didn’t happen. Instead, that bhootni didn’t recognize the king and started saying, “Have you seen your own face? You look like a ghost!” The king was shocked. “Commander, arrest her!” But when he looked back, there was no commander — not even a soldier. What? Everyone had fallen behind, busy searching for the king, because the king had gone in circles chasing the cat.
So now the king’s anger grew even more. “This worthless bhootni called me a ghost? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The king drew his sword and wanted to kill her, but the bhootni had already fainted. The king sighed and said, “At least let me kill you, then you faint. Now what do I do? If I kill her while unconscious, people will say I killed a helpless one. If I don’t, they’ll say what kind of king can’t even take revenge.” So the king thought: I’ll take her to the palace, and when she recovers, I’ll punish her. But little did the king know that the one he was taking to punish would one day become his punishment. How?
The ambush
The king was bringing her along to the palace when enemies attacked him. He didn’t even get a chance to defend himself. The king was so badly injured that the enemies thought he was dead. The cat was very happy — why? Because the king had broken one of its legs on the way. Why did he break it? Because the cat had scratched his face, leaving a scar, blood was flowing, so in rage the king grabbed its leg so hard it broke. So the cat rejoiced and said, “My hand was broken, but look at this worthless king — his * * * * * is broken!” Hearing this, the enemies were so overjoyed that they released the bhootni and her cat, and even gave the cat some food.
The cat’s cruel mischief
Now the cat was extra mischievous — it wanted to pee on the king’s face. Look at the king’s condition today — the one who would burn down entire cities if someone uttered his name, now can’t even move a finger, let alone speak.
So did the king really die? No, the king couldn’t die because he possessed a secret armor — invisible — and there was only one way to kill him, only one. Only he knew it. If that armor was broken, he could die. But if that was the case, how was he so injured? Because he could not die, but he could get wounded.
Lost in the jungle
Now back to the story? Hmm, sure.
Then the cat carried that bhootni, and she had already recovered — how, nobody knows. But now they started moving, while the king was still unconscious. Everyone thought he was dead, and the bhootni thought the same. So she left from there with her cat. But the king was still alive, though unconscious; his heartbeat had stopped.
Meanwhile, the bhootni didn’t know the way out of the jungle. Her last hope who could lead her out was the king — who in her eyes was already dead. So she thought: even if the king is dead, he might have a map or something to help escape. She tried to go back to the wounded king, but she forgot the way. Then she felt a fear — as if she would never leave this place. Now she started searching for the king like a madwoman, but she couldn’t find him. Then she did something she had never done before.
Oh, what did she do? Nothing — she started crying, loudly. So terrifyingly that panic spread through the entire jungle. “Run! Who cries so horribly, brother?” That dreadful cry reached the king, and he regained consciousness. When he woke, the first thing he noticed: the cat’s smell all over his body.
(Silence… thinking)
“You, cat! You did this. Just wait, I’ll hand you over to the fish — they’ll tear you apart and eat you.”
The chase and the unexpected embrace
The king’s anger was at its peak. He knew the bhootni and her cat were still nearby — they couldn’t escape the jungle. He went searching for them in anger. On the other side, the bhootni was also looking for him. Then she saw the king — alive! She saw a glimmer of hope, a chance to gain freedom from this jungle. In that joy, she ran toward the king.
But the king never expected that she would come and hug him…
It happened — as if everything stopped. Silence fell over the entire jungle. Because before this, no one had ever touched the king. The sword slipped from the king’s hands, his entire body, once stiff with rage, went limp, and the king fainted again.
