Jayavarman II founds the Khmer Empire

The sweet scents of jungle perfume waft through the majestic court doors as peer into the cavernous room, I see a young man no older than me kneeling before a statue of Brahman. My name is Narith meaning Manly or Masculine, which, I think, assisted in acquiring my job, I'm a guard of the Funan court- you see. It's 802 AD.

Driven by my inquisitive spirit I silently venture into the courtrooms leaving my guards post unmanned. A series of men dressed in ornate robes stand infront of me blocking my entrance, without second thought I club each of them on the head and slide them under the seats, now I can see perfectly. The young man raises a strange pointed hat to his head. The light suddenly changes my eyes scan the area - something is wrong, really wrong.

A bald man with stretched earlobes rests his arms on the sacred statue-A buddhist. The bald man moves towards the young man still kneeling at the foot of  the statue I rest my weight on my front foot preparing to run and defend this unknown  young man. Suddenly the man rises to his feet, "You think you can kill me with a simple dagger" he says holding back an obvious laugh.
"Let this be message to all who hear. The Gods have chosen me. I am Jayavarman II, The Great Devaraja! I shall build an empire strong enough to conquer the greatest nations on earth it shall be built on the foundations of hinduism. It shall be so strong not even champa will stand a chance."

At this the court fell silent everyone knew the significance of this, the birth of an empire and a man claiming he is a god-king or devaraja is not something to be taken lightly, this man whoever he is must be certain he is the chosen one. I begin to wander back to my guard post when someone yells out, "Attack three members of the high court-unconscious!"
 Everyone turns staring at me slowly meandering back to my post, and before I know it one hundred fingers are pointed at me. I am dragged down toward the Devaraja, "Ah my first man in custody- but alas I hated those court members anyway- no charges!" a small man in rags scratches the kings words on a leaf. I couldn't believe my luck.