Phet returned a few hours later. It was dawn, and the clouds looked like pink cotton candy. It reminded me of the fateful day I first met Ren back at the circus in Oregon. The sight made me think of happier times, happier places. Somehow the clouds seemed out of place on the morn of a battle.
Phet had gathered our weapons, which lay in a gleaming pile at our feet. I rubbed my eyes to clear away the layers of sleepiness. Anamika stood beside me, nervously wringing her hands. Kishan and Ren seemed ill at ease as well.
Phet picked up the Divine Scarf and held it in his palms. “To truly become the goddess, you must touch all the gifts as you change.”
He handed Anamika the Golden Fruit, fixed the clasp of the Pearl Necklace around her neck, and wrapped the Rope of Fire around her waist.
“Now wind the Divine Scarf around your body and wish to appear as the goddess Durga.”
A brief moment passed and the cold breeze played with the edge of the Scarf. I’d just used the amulet’s power to warm the air around us when she lifted the Scarf away.
I’d seen her as Durga before with all eight arms, but she seemed different this time. Her skin was glowing as if it was lit from within. Her long, black hair seemed to have a life of its own as it moved softly in the breeze. She was beautiful and fierce. Power seemed to radiate from her in waves.
Gently, Phet took the Scarf, the Fruit, and the other items from her. Her arms flexed and twitched as if ready for battle. She turned toward me and moved as fluidly with eight arms as she did with two.
“And now, Kahl-see, it’s your turn.”
“What?” I gasped in shock.
Ren and Kishan both reacted instantly.
“What are you doing?” Kishan asked.
“Isn’t there a way to leave her behind?” Ren protested.
Phet replied to both of them. “It has always been Kahl-see’s destiny to fight in this battle. This is why she is, was, and always has been the chosen one. Without her,” he looked at Ren, “you will lose everything.”
The wiry monk handed me the Fruit, but Kishan took the Necklace and affixed it at my neck. Ren settled the Rope of Fire around my waist. After kissing my forehead, he stepped away.
“What do I wish to be?” I asked.
“You are to be Durga as well.”
Setting aside my confusion, I wrapped the Scarf around my body. I grimaced beneath it, thinking about all the arms soon to be waving at my side but obeyed the instructions and told the Divine Scarf I wanted to be Durga. What happened next was amazing.
At first, I didn’t feel any different, but as the Scarf did its work, I felt my clothes shift. Little electric fingers ran through my hair, giving me goose bumps, and then I realized I had goose bumps on more than one set of arms. The Scarf tickled, and I pulled it off with a hand I’d never used before. Blood surged through my body, and I clenched my fists, all of them, as I felt power move through me.
I looked at the new goddess Durga standing across from me with several sets of arms folded and she smiled. I grinned back and felt full of confidence and control. It wasn’t until I looked at Ren and Kishan that I felt self-conscious. They both stared.
“What?” I asked them. “What is it? Is one of my arms doing something wrong?”
“It’s you . . . you’re—” Kishan began and swallowed.
“Breathtaking,” Ren finished.
He offered his hand, and I placed one of mine in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it warmly then rubbed his fingers over the ring on my finger and smiled. I drew my hand up to look at the ring and saw it was Ren’s.
Automatically, I rubbed eight thumbs over thirty-two fingers and found another ring on my right hand. I looked at it and let out a pent-up breath seeing Kishan’s ruby ring safe on my finger. Kishan stepped forward and took my hand, boldly placing my palm against his cheek. He kissed it and stood to the side.
Phet announced, “Now use your power to draw your weapons to you.”
Both of us lifted our arms, and the golden weapons rose into the air. We opened our hands, and weapons flew into them. The chakram, a brooch, the kamandal, and, to my dismay, Fanindra, few to Durga’s outstretched hands, as did the Golden Fruit and the Divine Scarf.
The Pearl Necklace and the Rope of Fire stayed with me, and I also got a brooch, the gada, the trident, and my bow and arrows. The golden sword rose into the air and split into two. One sword flew to Durga and the other to me. I caught it in my topmost right hand. As I caught the weapons in my grip they shifted color from gold to silver while Durga’s weapons still gleamed in the familiar gold.
“Now, you are ready for battle.” Phet clapped Ren on the shoulder and continued, “Dhiren and Kishan will enter battle with the goddesses and will fight alongside them in the way destiny has chosen for you. Ladies, if you would activate your brooches.”
I touched the trinket and said, “Armor and shield.”
Thin plates of silver encased my limbs and a shield grew in one of my left hands. The armor traveled down my torso, over my hips, and down my legs, and I was surprised how easily I could move in it.
I turned to look at Anamika and saw that golden armor had encased her upper body like a corset, leaving her neck bare, but then rounded out over her shoulders. Golden cuffs protected her forearms.
She wore a black cloth skirt lined with golden plates and black boots covered in strips of golden metal. A golden crown took shape over her head.
I snickered at the sight of Durga’s golden tiara, but then I reached down with one of my upper arms and patted the top of my head. Sure enough, I wore a silver crown too.
To my dismay, I looked down and found I also had a breastplate and that my outfit was identical to Anamika’s, except for the coloring. My skin almost sparkled with inner light. My brown hair was golden and was as thick and as long as Anamika’s. My dress was similar in shape to Anamika’s but was white. Ren stood there gaping, and my face turned red under his scrutiny.
When the process was completed, Ren and Kishan doubled over and groaned painfully. Alarmed, I took a step toward Ren just as he shifted into tiger form. He roared loudly and shook himself. Kishan changed into the black tiger.
“What’s happening?” I asked Phet.
“The time has come, Kahl-see. They are fulfilling their purpose,” he said.
I touched Ren, and silver plates covered his muzzle and made their way over his head. Soon his body was encased in silver armor. A double-rigged cinch circled his torso and formed a white saddle on his back, complete with two metal handgrips by his shoulder blades. Kishan was outfitted identically in golden armor and a black saddle.
Anamika-as-Durga stepped between Ren and Kishan. She patted Kishan’s head.
“Interesting,” she said.
Kishan growled lightly in response and walked over to me, putting his head under my hand. I folded two sets of arms, resting a hand on Kishan.
“You’re kidding, right, Phet? This isn’t what I think it is.”
“It’s exactly that, Kahl-see. The goddess Durga is supposed to ride her tiger into battle.”
29
defeating mahishasur
If you are hesitant, then stay here, little sister,” Anamika teased.
“This is my war even more than it is yours, big sister.”
She frowned, which made me just the tiniest bit happy, and attempted to swing her leg over Ren’s back. Surprisingly, the new goddess fell over in an awkward flurry of arms. Irritated, she got up and gave it another go, but try as she might, she was not able to take her place atop Ren.
She took hold of the handgrip over his shoulder blades, but trying to mount him required a monumental effort on her part. When Ren leaned toward her to make it easier, he was violently shoved by an unseen force. He danced away from Durga, leaving only his paw prints behind in the soft ground.
“Why is this happening?” she demanded of her teacher.
Phet shrugged his shoulders. “Kismet, my dear.”
“Kismet?
” I whispered. Curious, I took hold of Kishan’s saddle and felt an immediate force pressing against me. I let go and stepped away. “Um, I sort of have the same problem.”
Phet took his former pupil’s hand and placed it on Kishan’s back. “You must ride the tiger chosen for you.”
Kishan huffed, and as he and Durga stood evaluating each other, Ren moved around them and rubbed his head against my leg. I patted his armor-plated shoulder, took hold of the handgrip, and swung my leg easily across his back. I felt a pull and a snap as my silver armor touched his.
“It’s like we’re magnetized,” I exclaimed.
“You are correct,” Phet said. “There is a similar power that connects you to your tiger as at the ends of a magnet. This bond will help you in battle. The metal will hold you together to prevent you from falling. In theory, you could even stand on his back and your boots will lock in place like an astronaut standing on a space ship.”
I nodded and snapped my feet onto the metal plate on either side of Ren’s body. Satisfied, Phet headed over to Kishan and my Durga twin.
The awkwardness of the past few weeks dissolved the second I felt the bond between Ren and me thrum through my body. Energy poured from my limbs into him and then back into me, and I realized that I could hear his thoughts.
Ren was . . . proud to carry me into battle, but I also sensed he was desperately afraid. He did not want me to face Lokesh, and he was prepared to sacrifice himself to save me. He also didn’t want to be a tiger in battle. My fists tightened involuntarily as he attempted to switch back into a man. Ren’s efforts were fruitless though, and he soon resigned himself to his tiger form.
Even though I had ridden the Qilin and was starting to get pretty good with the mare, I wasn’t all that sure how complicated riding and fighting at the same time would be. I raised the sword and swung it back and forth, trying to decide which hand worked best. I switched a few weapons around, rotating them from hand to hand quickly and then adjusted one of my eight forearm guards.
I must weight a ton, I thought. Poor Ren.
You’re not heavy at all. Ren’s intoxicating voice slid into my consciousness, startling me. The sensation was like rich, velvety chocolate pouring into my soul. It completely filled and warmed me, making every square inch of my skin tingle with delight. My breath caught, and my heart raced. The feeling was intensely intimate.
You’re making me blush, priyatama.
Hesitantly, I discovered that he was just as aware of me as I was of him. In his mind I was like liquid sunlight with the taste of ripe peaches. I felt heat warm my cheeks, and Ren guided me to a secret place deep within his mind where he opened himself to me completely. I swiftly became aware of everything: his isolation in captivity, his joy when I chose him over Li in Oregon, his self-recrimination when he broke up with me, and his utter despair when I became engaged to Kishan. The layers of loneliness almost smothered me. But woven through all of his thoughts was a constant hope coupled with waves of love. It tickled my toes and lapped gently at the edges of my heart.
Ren, I—
Unable to form a coherent thought in response, I wiped a tear from my cheek and stroked the white fur of his neck where it peeked through the armor.
His reaction to my touch was overwhelming. I felt his need for me. It twisted inside him like a tornado. Raw emotion swept through him, triggering my own. Memories circulated inside the storm, one after another.
Some of them I recognized, like the image of me snuggling on his lap after our Valentine’s dance, but some of them were new: Ren clenching his fists, ready to rip our diving instructor, Wes, to pieces when we danced on the beach; Ren holding other women in his arms and still feeling empty; Ren seeing me cry and knowing he was the reason.
Then Ren showed me how he felt when I touched him for the first time as a tiger, his memories of us kissing in the kitchen while cookies baked, of how perfectly my hand fit into his, and the utter abandon and wild joy he felt when he took me into his arms. This part of him had been locked away, restrained. His heart was indeed caged, and like in the poem, it paced, waiting to be set free.
You hold the key, he told me.
Then that wonderful, beautiful, amazing man put his heart into my hands at that moment and waited to see what I would do with it.
I sucked in a breath and sensed his expectant tension. He didn’t care what happened in the war. Durga and the prophecy and all that pertained to it meant nothing to him. As far as he was concerned, this was the battle he was fighting. He was on a crusade, not to gain glory, secure a kingdom, or fight for a goddess. His campaign was to win me.
I crossed a set of arms over my heart and closed my eyes. Leaning down, I pressed my cheek to his soft ear and wrapped a couple sets of arms around his neck.
Ren.
At that mental whisper, a dam broke inside me and all of my feelings and thoughts poured out. I felt the impact of them hit Ren like a tidal wave. He stood quietly and absorbed everything. I let him experience all of it: the confusion, the heartbreak, the anguish, and now the happiness. I held nothing back—not even my feelings for Kishan. I sensed his acceptance and his understanding about my relationship with his brother. There was no feeling of vindictiveness or judgment, only a deep heartfelt regret, and I felt his surprise in at last understanding why I had kept him at a distance for so long.
Finally, I showed him the depth of what I felt for him and how desperate I had been without him.
Ren, I love you more than anything in this world, and I don’t know how I can possibly live without you.
You’ll never have to, iadala.
His thoughts were hushed for a few seconds, and then our souls twisted together like clinging vines and both of us rested, our thoughts content, peaceful, and calm. Tingling bubbles of power coursed lazily between us. At that moment, all was right with the world. The one I loved was woven tightly into my soul, and I hoped we would never let go of each other again.
A loud voice interrupted our thoughts.
“I apologize. I didn’t mean to treat you like a pack animal,” Anamika said, bringing both me and Ren back to the battle looming before us.
It was time to go. Time to end this thing, once and for all.
She kicked Kishan in the ribs lightly, and Kishan moved forward grumpily. A thoughtful expression crossed her face, and then Kishan picked up speed and began running. We followed suit, and I felt Ren’s exhilaration as he stretched his tiger legs, traversing the countryside, eating up the distance in great leaps and bounds.
Ren was all muscle and endless energy, and as I clung to his sides, I found the rhythm of his gait. We moved together as one. His tiger lungs worked like powerful bellows, and I realized that we were breathing in concert. When I looked behind us, Phet was nowhere in sight.
We arrived back at the center of camp. Men of five different nations knelt all around us, touching their heads to the ground in deference. They were awed by the presence of not one but two goddesses in their midst. My twin took the lead and asked the generals to approach. She told them of a new plan, one that did not involve animals that the demons could turn against us. This battle would be waged on foot.
She then turned to me and indicated that I should say something inspiring. Ren’s thoughts flowed through my mind.
They need a symbol to look to on the battlefield.
In the loudest voice I could muster, I shouted, “As of this moment, you are no longer the armies of China, Macedonia, Myanmar, Tibet, or India. You are now the warriors of Durga! We have already fought and overcome many fierce creatures. Now we give you the symbol of their power.”
I borrowed the Scarf and touched it to my Pearl Necklace. The silken material sped through the air, fragmenting and spinning off, touching down on each and every solder to cloak them in the most brilliant red, blue, green, gold, and white. Even the flag bearers were not left out and now held banners depicting Durga riding her tiger into battle.
“Red for the heart of a Phoenix that
sees through falsehood!” I cheered and raised the trident. “Blue for the Monsters of the Deep that rip apart those who dare to cross their domain! Gold for Metal Birds that cut their enemies with razor beaks! Green for the Horde of Hanuman that comes alive to protect that which is most precious! And White for the Dragons of the Five Oceans, whose cunning and power has no equal!”
Ren reared up on his hind legs briefly and roared. The men all marveled at the power we displayed.
I handed the Scarf back to Durga, who pledged, “This battle and your valiant service will be remembered for generations. As you honor us this day, we will honor you in the days to come.”
Soldiers were sent to prepare, and they hurried off to obey the instructions of their goddesses. Everyone’s spirits had lifted. Men who had despaired the day before now looked confident that we could accomplish the impossible. I knew we looked like we could handle a lot, but there was a part of me that was still very afraid. It was only Ren’s conviction that gave me courage.
A devoted heart can overcome any obstacle, rajkumari. Believe that I will keep you safe.
I gulped, wondering if I had it in me to do what must be done. I would need every bit of my training and every drop of courage in me to come out on top today.
When everything was ready, Durga smiled benevolently at our troops and called out, “I vow to you that if you fight alongside me, I will protect you with every power at my disposal, and together, we will win. We will defeat the demon. Warriors red, blue, green, gold, and white, will you follow us into battle?”
A resounding cheer echoed through the camp, and we all headed toward Mt. Kailash.
Mr. Kadam once shared with me the story of the three hundred Spartans who held the vast Persian army at bay for seven days in the Battle of Thermopylae. He told me that this story had been remembered for centuries not only because it was a lesson in bravely standing your ground but also because it showed that even a small number of men who were well trained and who had a sound plan could thwart an enemy who was much more powerful.