Chapter Two
326 BC
A year went by. Sikandar and his army marched along, coming closer and closer to the deep jungles surrounding the forbidden city of Khalisahr. The great Kings Poros, Taxiles and Ambhi had been defeated and were now his reluctant subjects. Not even their huge war elephants had been enough to scare and defeat Sikandar's terrible army. All of India trembled at the thought of this army marching towards them.
There was only one place in all India where the subjects did not feel any fear for Sikandar.
In the forbidden city of Khalisahr its people feared the Dark Lord Ahriman more than anything on this earth.
They did not even know about the approach of Sikandar and his formidable Army.
The Dark Lord knew that his dear brother's slayers were near now. He could feel it in his black heart. Now his sinister plans were about to be realized. He went into his private temple, adorned with black cupolas and dark walls. It was adorned with blood red and velvet flowers smelling so strongly that their fragrance overwhelmed his servants. They fell senseless to the cold black stone floor.
The Dark Lord Ahriman threw himself at the feet of the statue of his Goddess. She was as black as the deepest night, her eyes glittering like coals at the fireside; her hair reached down to her knees. She was dressed in a scarlet gown and a midnight blue cloak. Flashing jewels adorned her neck and wrists and she had wreaths of strong smelling flowers around her neck and waist.
"Mighty Khali, you know that I have an Enemy who has done me great wrong! Now he is coming closer. Mighty Khali, you must grant me my revenge! "
The Dark Lord Ahriman felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the coal black eyes of the Goddess Khali. She graciously nodded at him.
"Yes, my beloved Ahriman, you have always been my most faithful subject and worshiper. I will grant your plea. I will do even more, I will see to it by my own hand. "
Then the Goddess left her temple, walking with great strides through the jungle. The frightened subjects of her city cowered in her path.
Dark times were in hand when the Goddess of Death herself went out of her temple to do the bidding of the Dark Lord Ahriman.