My name is Hanuman, son of the wind god and champion of the kingdom of Kishkindha. This is where our story begins, with the humble, dharmic capital of the ape kingdom, at the center of which was the throne of Valin, the most powerful of all the apes and ruler over his entire kingdom, at least for the time being . In truth, the most powerful being to walk the ape floor was not Valin; he was Rama, son of King Dasharatha of Kosala. Valin's past was revealed to Rama, that Valin's brother Sugriva was actually the true heir to the throne of Kishkindha; although the truth has not been recognized by the current monkey king. I saw Rama leave Kishkindha to search for the righteous Sugriva, or so he was called by his loyalist compatriots. Rama returned with Sugriva and killed Valin, installing his brother in the seat of power, with the promise that, after the change of two seasons, monkey search parties would spread across the world in search of Rama's lost wife, Sita. In time I became the faithful servant of Rama, a bull among monkeys, responsible only to Ragava, who chastised his enemies. Helping him performed a dharmic function that spanned years before my existence, in the seats of power granted to ancient ascetics and inherited from the gods. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay A long time, years, actually millennia before I was born, events were set in motion by an evil avatar called Ravana, whose asceticism was so undeniably spiritual that his power threatened the gods. Ravana made a pact with the gods to become invulnerable lest he attempt to destroy them and in that pact required that he be impervious to all gods and demons, including minor deities. However, he omitted invulnerability towards humans, giving him an exceptional and exclusive weakness towards my master, Rama. Indeed, being the advocate of Rama, I, Hanuman, am an agent of good in this world, helping the blue avatar to achieve his goal. I am the attendant of a squadron of monkeys sent to search for traces of Sita, Rama's wife. Led by Angada, Valin's son, we are the most favored among the monkey search parties. Rama saw an exclusive promise in me when he assigned me a pledge of his rescue, that of being born to his wife; it was his ring. Giving this to the woman would undoubtedly change the tide of Rama's fortunes, so we are now lost for a month in the forest, beyond a deadline set by Sugriva who promised death to all monkeys who returned to Kishkindha after a month without finding any trace of Sita . . I look at the beautiful band, sadly reflecting on what could have been a heroic rescue of Rama's precious wife. Angada adopts a drastic solution: assuming we could not return home and hope to survive Sugriva's wrath, we would have to fast until death. And so it was, until... A huge vulture descended on us. My vision was blurred with hunger and my eyes widened in fear of the bird. We were all afraid that the monster would devour us but he held back after hearing one of us say his brother's name. The statement was part of a series of tragedies that had led to the crisis we faced, a deadly and grim vulture. I said nothing, watching Angada begin to communicate with the bird. He told us about a sage who long ago had assigned him the task of warning passing monkeys of the presence of a monstrous flying rakshasa called Ravana who had kidnapped Sita, flying towards Lanka. The flow of knowledge revealed where we needed to go, conveniently beyond the Southern Ocean. TOIn our opinion, we had been fasting for days on the southern beaches before the vulture's arrival, so we were ready to continue the mission. Or at least, one of us was. After all, only one monkey could leap across the entire ocean, all the way to Lanka, the heart of evil in the world, home of all rakshasas. Of all the monkeys in our squadron, I was the one who jumped the furthest, given the exploits of my youth and my birth as the son of the wind god. I volunteered for this task graciously, as a nobleman and the righteous Rama would, if he were asked to do something of heroic merit. Separating myself from the group, I ran to the peak of the highest mountain around me and surveyed the southern ocean with a perspective gaze. I took a running start and leapt into the air, high above the crashing waves of the sea and flew to the edge of civilized dominion. Flying through the air, I saw a huge mountain rising out of the ocean far ahead of me, trying to give me a resting place, but I passed it almost instantly and continued sailing towards Lanka. I landed and oriented myself, thanking the gods for a safe journey across the ocean. Sita was held in Ravana's palace, in the heart of the evil city. It was a fantastic and incredible place of sin, unlike anything I had ever seen before, with rakshasas of all truths wandering aimlessly, brutally, hungry. I have an innate ability to change my size at will; so, before entering the city of Lanka, I decided to make myself smaller, so that the evil rakshasas could not see me. My journey took me to the heart of Ravana's wives' lair where I resisted the temptations of the rakshasis. I later found Sita, terrified in the den of all the women, who tormented her during the day and gave her nightmares at night. I handed her the ring with my hairy hand and saw her smiling, thinking of Rama. I was eager to fulfill my promise to Rama and bring him his wife, but things were not that simple. Sita refused to hold me back because I could cross the Southern Ocean in one great leap. Instead, she asked me to return to Rama with the news that she was still alive, Ravana's prisoner. And so I left his company and prepared to leave Lanka, but before leaving I felt the need to do some harm to the rakshasas who had caused these atrocities to the world and to Sita. I destroyed columns and hurled the city's architecture at the rakshasas, slaughtering and crushing them like vegetables. Ravana learned of this violence and decided to have me eliminated by his most elite warriors, who followed me in packs, sometimes many at a time, sometimes few. One by one, they fell before me, the dead carcasses piled on top of each other, creating a killing field on the island of Lanka. Literal armies of rakshasas came after me, to utterly destroy me, but they were nothing compared to my speed, powerless before my greatness. Finally, Ravana sent his son, Indrajit, to chase me to finish me off. However, much to Ravana's dismay, he was not skilled enough to kill me immediately and, in fact, our battle lasted for several hours. Reaction time was key in this battle of speed and power. In the end, however, I decided not to attempt to defeat Indrajit and to let him live... for his skill was equal to mine, an admirable feat beyond my ability to defeat him. Turning my back on the evil son of the rakshasas and Sita, I left the battle. Subsequently, I escaped from the island of Lanka and returned across the ocean to my master, Rama, who was happy to meet me after months of unawareness. I told him about his wife Sita who was trapped on the island of Lanka, Ravana's sovereign residential nation. , the incarnationof the evil that kidnapped her. Rama was enraged and went into violent rage. I watched as he drew his bow as far as he could, lit the arrows in pure anger, and shot the arrows into the sea, irritating the ocean god above. He stood up and spoke to Rama, offering himself to Rama's architect, a monkey builder, one of my brothers. The sea submitted to let us build the bridge and when Rama called him to the army of monkeys, they began to throw boulders into the sea to build the foundation of the bridge. Gradually, a stone bridge rose out of the water as rocks piled up on the foundation. Once the bridge was completed, Rama led the march across the ocean; I was a little behind him, with my monkey brothers, we claimed to be different from men and yet we were all so similar, in the end we were fighting the same enemy. Finally Lankaed we were all there to appreciate the severity of his fall. We marched towards the dark red city, still stained with the blood from my massacre of Ravana's elite rakshasa assassins. They were no match for me, just as the entire raskshasa race was no match for the combined might of humanity, ape, and the divine. Our joint efforts, a dharmic movement started long before Rama was even born, will bring about the first ever utopia under Rama's reign. He is my sovereign, the leader of my people, his sovereignty extends everywhere on Earth, making the universe his kingdom, or so some say. The army marched to the walls of Lanka and ordered a siege. Rama watched as Lakshmana and I led the first attacks against Ravana's forces on the battlefield. Meanwhile, in the safety of his palace, Ravana was surely regretting his decision to capture Sita and fight Rama as he had planned to do. We were wolves at his door, waiting to seal the kill, until Indrajit joined the battle. Rama and Lakshmana were bound by the same mystical coils that Ravana's son had used to incapacitate me in battle just days earlier. Fortunately, fate was on our side today, in this fight for our lives. I watched as Vishnu's eagle descended from the sky onto the battlefield, rescuing the sons of Dasharatha from danger and placing them in safety, removing their bonds in the process. Once again, the forces of evil were countered by the extension of the powers of the divine into the other planes of existence. More importantly, Rama was one such extension of the power of the divine. Of course we didn't know this at the time; I had no idea that he was really the avatar of Vishnu, god of tolerance, good will and luck. Rama had always been kind and supernaturally powerful, but I knew nothing of the implications of these clues about his true nature. While we defeated Indrajit, Ravana was forced to extreme measures to defeat us warriors of Kosala and Kishkindha. He began to awaken the monstrous rakshasa, Kumbakarna, who towered over every other being on the battlefield. Ravana and his forces took a long time to wake up the giant monster and when he finally woke up amidst slaps and screams, he asked for bulk food to satiate his colossal hunger. The army fed him cows, deer and other animals, almost like an animal sacrifice in the form of food. In return, Kumabakarna came to his senses. Even then, however, he was still angry with Ravana, demanding an explanation. After receiving one, he presumed to serve Ravana in his conflict, joining the Battle of Lanka. The huge figure of Kumbakarna appeared on the battlefield and was attacked by the sons of Dasharatha. They cut off his ears and nose and the gigantic rakshasa, mutilated, looked like a statue covered in fresh paint..