Their Graves Shook.
The people roared. After ten years of fighting, King Ashoka returned to his home and city of Anuradhapura. He had left a young, ambitious man with one goal: to restore the pride his people had in the state, the nation, and the King himself. He came back the still young, but battlehardened King who now ruled the largest empire on the face of the Earth. The Juang Empire had been caught totally offguard. After a blitz across Indochina, Sinhalese forces swept through Tibet, Central Asia, the Phillipines, and other parts of the Juang Empire. Ashoka slowly moved his horse through the streets of Anuradhapura. The people of the nation were finally proud. They had a king who actually listened to them, not a King who lived lavishly and ignored his people. They finally had an empire that was the greatest in the world. The people had a home in this empire. Thousands of troops followed Ashoka through the streets, where they were reunited with their friends and family. This is the moment they had all been waiting for. King Ashoka made his way to the palace, where his family greeted him with open arms. He then rose on the top of the platform in the front of the palace, where he looked upon hundreds of thousands of well-wishers. He gave a victory speech, talking of the greatness of Sinhala and the victories that were achieved abroad. He talked of the people he met. He told the crowd to accept the people of the newly conquered territories as their brothers in the Sinhalese Empire. He reminded the people of the oppression the Indian people felt at the hands of the Juang, and told the people that they had liberated thousands more people. His people began cheering his name, and he just started blankly at them. He was shocked. He was surprised. He had just realized the enormous task he just completed. He had done something that his ancestors never could. He done something that would shake the very graves of his forefathers.
He had defeated the Juang Empire.