He woke me up and said, "It is time".

Without answering, he motioned me to accompany him. We went to another castle. It looked very similar to the first one, yet something was very different here. The five dark creatures were present but they didn't look strong, rather they looked weak and exhausted. Their faces were washed with fear. In fact, three of them were lying on the ground in submission.

There was a mighty battle going on! It looked as if an army of thousand had descended upon the creatures.

But to my great surprise, there was only one man who was fighting all of these creatures. The man wore a yellow turban and a blue robe. His face was shining with determination. He wore two swords. He had chakkars on his turban. He was a warrior in the true sense of the word - as agile as a deer yet as powerful as a lion.

In his hands, he held a rather strange looking sword. This sword was sharp on both sides and it shone with a brightness that I had not witnessed before.

He was using the double edged sword to strike the dark creatures. With each strike they fell down but then would stagger up again and again to fight him. But his sword was a magic sword. With each strike, the creature grew weaker while the sword became more powerful and bright. It was as if the sword was seeping the strength of the creatures into itself. With a loud cry of pain, another dark creature fell into submission.

The last creature left was the most powerful and the most cunning one. He would hide and come back in many forms - sometimes a hissing snake, sometimes a hellish devil, sometimes an alluring maiden, sometimes a feeble old man and sometimes a wailing old woman.

But the warrior was no fool! It looked as though he had been trained by the most adept teacher. He would let the creature get close to him and then would strike him down again and again. It was no secret that before long the last creature would surrender. And the castle would belong to the warrior.

I was rather impressed with the warrior and asked, "What gives him so much strength?"

My guide laughed as if he had been waiting for this one particular question.

He pointed to the double edged magic sword in the warrior's hand and said, "The Khanda of Naam."