Chapter 2
King Mathara had an elder son back then. His name was Gathan. He was tall and strong, trained by the best general in the country. The king was very proud of Gathan and would always bring him along during hunting trips.
Gathan commanded his country’s army during the war. The war went on for many months. Prince Gathan’s army was smaller than the enemy’s, but he trained his soldiers about the importance of teamwork and battle tactics. Their small number didn’t seem to matter at all as they fought vigilantly.
Five months into the war, Prince Gathan developed a new strategy. He would deceive the enemy by baiting them into his trap while pretending to retreat. While the enemy thought they had won the battle, he would lead two groups of his best soldiers to attack from behind.
He went through this strategy with his army many times making sure they understood each of their roles. When he assured them this would end the war, his whole army roared with enthusiasm.
The next day arrived. Prince Gathan arranged for the “retreating” soldiers to ride the fastest horses they had. Prince Gathan also ordered his soldiers to cut some bushes and tied them up in a bundle. Two groups of his best soldiers would be hiding behind these “bushes” waiting for the enemy to take the bait.
Sure enough, the enemy was so excited thinking that they had won the war that they didn’t even bother keeping in line and rushed out chasing the “retreating” soldiers. Prince Gathan and his army waited patiently for the right moment to spring their attack.
When Prince Gathan was ready to give the signal to charge in, suddenly the soldiers started screaming for help! Prince Gathan turned around and to his horror, he saw his soldiers being slaughtered by the enemy!
Prince Gathan tried to regain control of his troops but they were in shock and ran about like wild animals. Even though he fought as bravly as he could but without his troops, even a hero will fall.
They were betrayed by a traitor who valued bribes more than loyalty. He was the one who leaked precious information about their strategy. Thus, the war was lost.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
The Prince
Chapter 1
Once, there was a prince named Vidaya. He indulged himself with all kinds of rich food. But after every meal, he would complain about how bad the food was. The king and queen thought that maybe he was lonely. So they invited many princesses from other countries over, hoping that after he found his true love, he would change for the better. But the prince rejected them all. Every night Prince Vidaya would drink many bottles of wine and liquor till he was very drunk.
The king was old and wise. His name was Mathara. He was the first king who actually patrolled his own country to make sure there was minimal crime. The queen’s name was Minathire. The queen was from a village not too far away from the palace.
When she was younger, she used to entertain people from her village by performing magic tricks. She would make huge elephants disappear and would blow big fire out of her mouth. Some say she is a sorcerer. When king Mathara was still a prince, he would watch her perform every week. Years later, the king finally married her.
The king was a good king who was respected by everyone except his son, Prince Vidaya. But things weren’t always like that. There was a time when there was peace and harmony in the palace; a time when everyone would ride horses in the palace park; a time when Prince Vidaya was a happy boy. But it ended when the country went to war; a war which happened ten years ago.
The war happened because of something really small. Prince Vidaya and the neighbouring country’s prince were playing a game. Suddenly, the latter accused Prince Vidaya of cheating but Prince Vidaya denied it.
The king of the other country loved his son so much that he threatened war with King Mathara if Prince Vidaya would not admit he cheated. Prince Vidaya was young back then and kept denying he cheated which, in truth, he did. King Mathara and Queen Minathire tried to persuade him to tell the truth but he was as stubborn as a mule.
So, in the end, war was declared.
Once, there was a prince named Vidaya. He indulged himself with all kinds of rich food. But after every meal, he would complain about how bad the food was. The king and queen thought that maybe he was lonely. So they invited many princesses from other countries over, hoping that after he found his true love, he would change for the better. But the prince rejected them all. Every night Prince Vidaya would drink many bottles of wine and liquor till he was very drunk.
The king was old and wise. His name was Mathara. He was the first king who actually patrolled his own country to make sure there was minimal crime. The queen’s name was Minathire. The queen was from a village not too far away from the palace.
When she was younger, she used to entertain people from her village by performing magic tricks. She would make huge elephants disappear and would blow big fire out of her mouth. Some say she is a sorcerer. When king Mathara was still a prince, he would watch her perform every week. Years later, the king finally married her.
The king was a good king who was respected by everyone except his son, Prince Vidaya. But things weren’t always like that. There was a time when there was peace and harmony in the palace; a time when everyone would ride horses in the palace park; a time when Prince Vidaya was a happy boy. But it ended when the country went to war; a war which happened ten years ago.
The war happened because of something really small. Prince Vidaya and the neighbouring country’s prince were playing a game. Suddenly, the latter accused Prince Vidaya of cheating but Prince Vidaya denied it.
The king of the other country loved his son so much that he threatened war with King Mathara if Prince Vidaya would not admit he cheated. Prince Vidaya was young back then and kept denying he cheated which, in truth, he did. King Mathara and Queen Minathire tried to persuade him to tell the truth but he was as stubborn as a mule.
So, in the end, war was declared.
You came, you go...
You came, just like many others.
Our path crossed, just like how it always does.
And we moved on, just like what was destined.
People come and go; it’s something really normal.
Sometimes stopping and waving, and we’ll return a smile.
But after they have gone, the prints are left behind.
Some leave hidden prints, which are never seen.
Some leave fading prints, which are washed away.
Some carve in their prints, deep into our heart.
I look at all these prints. It do not give good memories.
But as I look closer, they look like scars of battles.
Battles that are fought, deep within me.
Battles that are fought, even when I sleep.
I try to rub the scars off, but it refuses to go.
I try to scratch it off, but it only grows.
I guess its there to remind me,
The past is always real.
No matter how I hide it,
No matter how I sew it in.
Memories of the past,
I shall accept you now.
Denying you, is useless,
Thus, learning from you I shall.
Our path crossed, just like how it always does.
And we moved on, just like what was destined.
People come and go; it’s something really normal.
Sometimes stopping and waving, and we’ll return a smile.
But after they have gone, the prints are left behind.
Some leave hidden prints, which are never seen.
Some leave fading prints, which are washed away.
Some carve in their prints, deep into our heart.
I look at all these prints. It do not give good memories.
But as I look closer, they look like scars of battles.
Battles that are fought, deep within me.
Battles that are fought, even when I sleep.
I try to rub the scars off, but it refuses to go.
I try to scratch it off, but it only grows.
I guess its there to remind me,
The past is always real.
No matter how I hide it,
No matter how I sew it in.
Memories of the past,
I shall accept you now.
Denying you, is useless,
Thus, learning from you I shall.
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