Dhanu thanked the rakshasa gods every day for his job. All it required from him and his cousin Makar was sitting on a wall all day and feel the breeze.

They were lookouts on the far end of the Lanka fortress. They watched out for signs of invasion from the enemies of their king Ravana. The last time Ravana had fought a war had been thirty years ago. The two young guards had only heard stories about it of course — stories of battles fought in the sky on flying horses with weapons made of light and sound.