Sarkhan:Legends of the 5 Horsemen
Sarkhan Tales: The Seven and the Horsemen of NeoBangkok
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As the tale goes, on the fateful night that Khlong Si was paved, there were seven who gathered at the edge of NeoBangkok, where the old city faded into the wild expanse of half-paved roads and neon haze. Among them was Lek, a construction crew leader who had the loyalty of a lion and the endurance of a marathon runner, and his closest mate, Noi, who swears by what he saw that night.
"You wouldn't believe it unless you were there, but that night… it was like something out of a fever dream," Noi would say, his voice thick with awe and a touch of disbelief. "Seven men, seven horses, and enough mortar to build a palace."
As they gathered under the darkened sky, the men were joined by their steely-eyed steeds—unusual in modern Bangkok, but each one fit and powerful, as if summoned from some forgotten age. These were no ordinary animals; they were workhorses of a kind not seen in these parts in decades, trained to pull, haul, and withstand the strain of backbreaking labor.
The city had been plagued by potholes, chasms, and broken roads for months. Every morning brought a new bump in the road, a new crack in the asphalt, a reminder that NeoBangkok was as much a city of dreams as it was one of nightmares. But that night, something changed.
The Miracle of Midnight and the Power of Ya Ba
Rumor has it that each man was given Ya Ba pills before the work began. Whether by coincidence or the new "enlightened drug policy"; the men were bolstered by a kind of energy they had never felt before. The effect was undeniable. They became unstoppable, laying mortar, stone, and asphalt with an intensity that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Noi described it as if the whole crew moved like a single, breathing machine, every man knowing instinctively where to go, what to do.
"One minute I’m mixing mortar, the next I’m hauling it like my hands were machines,” Noi says. “Each time we emptied a bag, another one was waiting. It was as if some invisible hand kept feeding us more."
Under the neon glow, they poured 300 bags of mortar in what seemed like minutes. Their hands moved like pistons, their eyes bright, every thought trained on the task before them. The horses, too, seemed to understand the urgency of the mission, hauling the heavy bags and pressing forward with unwavering strength.
Seven Men and Seven Horses: The Legend Takes Shape
By the stroke of midnight, the entire stretch of Khlong Si was halfway done. It was then that people started to take notice. Residents from nearby apartments watched, rubbing their eyes in disbelief. One by one, they emerged to witness the near-mythical spectacle—seven men and seven horses, working in seamless unison under the strange neon sky.
"It wasn’t natural," Noi would say, shaking his head. “We were fueled by something beyond us. It was like the city itself wanted to be reborn, and we were just the hands it used to do it."
The Final Push and the Morning Miracle
With the first hints of sunrise coloring the horizon, the crew laid the final stretch of asphalt. As the last bit of mortar was smoothed over, the men leaned against their horses, exhausted but victorious. Khlong Si, the once-crippled road, now gleamed in the early morning light, as smooth and perfect as if it had been placed there by the gods themselves.
NeoBangkok awoke to the shock of a lifetime. Residents gawked, pedestrians marveled, and soon word spread of the overnight miracle. But the seven men and their seven horses had already disappeared into the dawn, leaving only a perfectly paved road and a legend in their wake.
The Legend of the Five Horsemen
As the story spread, people began calling them the Five Horsemen, although the number was wrong, either by rumor or poetic embellishment. Some say it was a tribute to the power of Ya Ba, others say it was a homage to the "five fingers" each man raised, signaling they’d be taking no break. Either way, the legend took hold. And from that night on, each pothole filled, each stretch of new asphalt, seemed to bear their mark, a reminder of the miraculous feat that happened under the neon glow of NeoBangkok.
"I still get chills," Noi says. "To think we took on an impossible task and won. But, in the end, the horses knew…they knew the way. We just followed."
And thus, the city whispered of the Five Horsemen—or perhaps it was seven—who turned broken roads into smooth paths, making the impossible possible and leaving their story etched in the freshly paved streets of NeoBangkok.
