Feculent : A Tale of Roro Jonggrang
Here's a little insomniac treat for you, darlings. A repackage of Indonesian myth, Roro Jonggrang. Originally made for an assignment. Enjoy. >>>>><<<<< Humans’ lives are full of prejudice. Fear. Expectation. Rule. Myth. Stories are being passed on from generation to generation. And whatever stories you are told, all you must do is receive, believe, and pass on. But have you ever wonder if all the stories you are told is true? Because humans are full of flaws, and the telling of obscure lies, is one of them. >>> The raven haired lady set down her quill and carefully rolled up the papers. Mournfully, she looked outside her windows while gently stroking the red pendant on her neck. “It is time,” she murmured. She took off her pendant, a dagger, and put it together with the papers inside a box. Then she stood up, and left. >>> “Commander, our troops are already in standby.” “How’s the condition in Pra