Chapter 19: The Road to Ayodhya
The journey to Ayodhya began at dawn, an unlikely procession setting out from Lanka's shores. Ravana, his ten heads scanning the horizon, stood at the bow of the lead ship. Beside him, Rama's eyes were fixed on the distant coastline, his thoughts already in Ayodhya. Indra, the king of devas, hovered above, his presence a shimmering distortion in the air.
As they sailed, the world around them seemed to hold its breath. The sea was unnaturally calm, the sky a canvas of muted colors. Nature itself seemed aware of the momentous events unfolding.
"Your city approaches, Prince Rama," Ravana said, his multiple voices harmonizing in a low rumble. "Are you prepared for what we might find?"
Rama's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. "I must be. My people need to understand the truth of our alliance."
Indra descended, his feet touching the deck without a sound. "The mortals fear what they do not understand. Your task will not be easy."
As Ayodhya's walls came into view, a commotion could be seen even from a distance. The city was a hive of activity, its streets filled with people, some cheering, others protesting.
"It seems news of our arrival has preceded us," Ravana observed.
The ships docked, and as the unlikely trio disembarked, they were met by a delegation led by Bharata, Rama's brother. His face was a mask of conflicting emotions - relief at seeing Rama, confusion at the presence of Ravana, and awe at the sight of Indra.
"Brother," Bharata began, his voice strained, "the city is divided. Many fear this alliance with Lanka. Others see hope for lasting peace. What would you have us do?"
Rama stepped forward, his presence commanding attention from all around. "We will address the people directly. Let them see and hear the truth for themselves."
As they made their way through the city streets, the reactions of the populace ranged from joyous welcome to fearful whispers. Ravana, acutely aware of the stares and murmurs, held his head high, his twenty arms relaxed but ready.