BiaBơlang bowed while BiaChăm’s talking she was distracted.
“Not good”, she thought, “BiaChăm was not normal as others. She is
talented having strenght of gods. Not many people dare to fight against her. I
may die if I do”.
Though she didn’t want, she had to force herself to be brave. She held
her shield and knife and was ready to fight BiaChăm.
A flame erupted from BiaBơlang’s shield. It chased BiaChăm. BiaChăm ran.
Her feet bleeded because of thorns, sharp rocks on her way. Then, her feet
turned heavy she couldn’t force them to move. She stopped let the flame catch
her in. The flame reached her it surrounded and started burning her body. Her
clother and hair was completely burned. BiaChăm, now, was naked but she didn’t
feel ashamed she stood still and continued chanlenged BiaBơlang.
“Have anything else, don’t you?”, said BiaChăm, “OR that is all things
you have?”
A silvery rope flashed out from BiaBơlang’s sleeve. It chased BiaChăm.
BiaChăm ran and dodged it but the rope’s always after her. She ran in forest
deeply but at last, she had to stopped she felt so tired. The rope caught up.
It tied her. BiaChăm reached her ankle, grasped a small kinfe. She cut the rope
in parts. Then, she stood up, fought against BiaBơlang.
“Show me all you have”, shouted BiaChăm, “I will destroy all”.
Then, a silvery net from somewhere flew fastly to BiaChăm. BiaChăm ran
but she was caught after that. BiaChăm got rid of the net fastly. She stood
again and rushed toward BiaChăm. They werstled, punched, kicked and swung their
knife toward the other.
“Hey BiaBơlang! Show me your holy power. I will crush it”, said BiaChăm.
BiaBơlang started dacing and
muttering. Exactly, she was reading mantra. Suddenly, a rainfall pouered cold
and heavy. It seemed not to have end.
“If I’m talented and have power of gods, rain will never end till I stop
dacing. It will be colder and heavier pouering on BiaChăm’s head and her
fellows’. They will die because of wet and cold”, muttered BiaBơlang.
Rain turned heavier. Wind brought raindrops and splashed on BiaChăm's and
her friends’ faces. BiaChăm, BiaBơngBơh, BiaSơngLong, BiaSơdrăngMatAnar, DrangMai
and BiaVai all were wet. They were suddering because of cold. Their faces,
their skins turned ghostly white.
BiaChăm forced herself to dance she get her shield and knife with. She
muttered mantra. And as soon as strong winds came. They smashed all dark clouds
above them. The sun appeared warm and brillant.
“Have anything else, don’t you”, said BiaChăm.
“No, they are all”, BiaBơlang said sadly, “I have tried all but I can’t
kill you. You now do whatever you want”.
“All right,” said BiaChăm, “I will show you my power. You had better be
ready to defend”.
A great flame puffed out from BiaChăm’s shield. It’s bigger and bigger
till it’s big as a mountain it started moving. It chased BiaBơlang. BiaBơlang
ran and the flame’s always after her. Sometime, the flame rached on her back
and burned her. BiaBơlang cried. Her cry echoed whole the forest. Then, she
turned breathless she couldn’t run anymore. She stopped and let the flame do
whatever it want. The flame burned her. Her clothes and her hair completely
burned. She looked terrible black as though she was getting serious illness.
Of course, BiaBơlang didn’t easily admit she lost. She stood again and
continued the fight. A silvery roped flashed from BiaChăm’s sleeve. It chased
after BiaBơlang who was running, screaming. For a long time till BiaBơlang felt
tired, her feet bleeded and turned pained, the rope caught her and surrounded
her. As BiaChăm had done, she cut the rope by a small knife and rushed toward
BiaChăm. They fought.
BiaChăm used her silvery net. The net flew up over BiaBơlang. BiaBơlang
dodged and ran but her feet was too tired and pained. So she couldn’t run far
she was caught fastly. BiaChăm’s net was cut after that. Though she was very
tired and pained, BiaBơlang stood again.
Cold heavy rainfall poured on BiaBơlang’s head while BiaChăm read mantra.
BiaBơlang trembled her arms around her body. That time she looked like an ill
cat but BiaBơlang’s also the person who was not easy to give up. She hurriedly
held her shield and knife tightly. She danced she read mantra to pray gods. Winds
came while she read the mantra. They blew dark clouds above her away. The sun
appeared again, warm and beautifull.
“All right”, said BiaChăm, “I want to see how you escape this time”.
BiaChăm danced.
“God, if I’m talented. I am chosen by gods and given holy power. I will
control ground the gigantic rocks will grow up reaching the sky”, said BiaChăm.
Suddenly, gigantic rocks emerged from ground . They grew up highly and
surround her and BiaBơlang in.
BiaChăm took out her hexagon rod. There were horrible sounds as her rod
hit on rocks or BiaBơlang’s body. BiaBơlang tried to dodge the tail of the rod
but his body seemed not to obey her. It’s so pained as the rob lathered on her.
She sceamed painedly. Tears nonstop poured from her eyes. Then, at last, she seemed
exhausted she couldn’t screamed anymore. Her eyes turned dried. She nearly
fainted. BiaChăm stopped.
“It’s not difficult to kill you at one. But I don’t. I like you beautiful
and talented. I don’t wanna kill you, BiaBơlang”. BiaChăm stopped for a little.
“If you want, we can stop our fight immediately. BUT”, added BiaChăm, “You
have to do what I say after here. You have to help us cut your brother’s power
source, AtauYangBul. And, I will ask my brother GiỡTuKrong to marry with you if
you do well”.
“Though I want GiỡTuKrong powerfull and handsome, I can’t kill my
brother. I don’t want… I don’t dare…”, said BiaBơlang.
BiaChăm glowered at BiaBơlang. She lathered her rod toward BiaBơlang. BiaBơlang
intended to escaped but she couldn’t. Her feet didn’t move an inch. She cried
painedful and miserably.
BiaChăm approached BiaBơlang and by gentle voice she said:
“I like you BiaBơlang… very much. I want you my brother’s wife. Yes, I admit
no one’s worth than you beautiful and talented…”
“Kill me”, snapped BiaBơlang, “That is my brother”
Again BiaChăm lathered BiaBơlang who hoarsed pitifully.
“Die or marry with my brother. You only choose one”, said BiaChăm firmly.
“Because I’m a coward, scaring death, I will help you. But, you will keep
your promise, won’t you? I will be GiỡTuKrong’s wife, right? if the thing ‘s a
lie, I would rather to die”, said BiaBơlang.
“I, BiaChăm TuKrong Vong Krem have never lied. Do what I say and you will
have thing you want”, said BiaChăm.
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