Minsitthar

I stood under the imposing castle wall, it was just another day in my mundane life as an unimportant servant. A sudden baby cry shook the sun but the birth of a prince could not awaken my stranded life. I stood under the imposing castle wall, praises and blessings reached my ears: some wished him to be kind; some wished him courage; some wished him a great future... I have seen so many royals and nobles in my life, their authorities are like knives to the throat. Just like at this moment, I am waiting for my masters to punish me because my senility made me break the dishes. A small figure stands before me with a short wooden sword – the praised prince protects me just as he has sworn to protect his subjects. Now I so wish it could grow safely and bring warmth to people like the sun on Mahar Pura.

Kneeling on the cracked farmlands, I prayed for rain to save our dying crops, our parched mouths, and our desperate hearts. But what came before the rain was our savior in golden armor, he brought us food and eased our suffering. When he looked at his subjects, I could see a whole world deep in his eyes, a world as beautiful as a landscape. When he looked up, he noticed the silhouette of a small rosewood flower, which made the world jump with joy in his eyes. Later, I was told that our savior, the crown prince of our kingdom, had fallen in love with a civilian girl. He got rid of his royal trifles and continued the free life with the girl. However, the free life is not limited to starry skies and love. It also means paddy, sackcloth and hard work in the fields. This time, the prince finally had the chance to see the truth about the world and the lives of his fellow citizens.

I marched toward the battlefield with my comrades as enemy warships once again breached our naval defenses. The black waves rushed towards us from the horizon and soon transformed into millions of blades. My comrades, my brothers, were pierced by the blades. They told me to bring their last smile back to our hometown. Black clouds rolled out from enemy ships, covering the sun. We fought desperately for our lives, but no hope could be seen. Suddenly, a golden light broke through the dark sky, driving away all the darkness from the battlefield. I recognized the Sacred Spear in the comer's hand. He was our crown prince! The sun of Mahar Pura! He blocked all enemy attacks with his sturdy body. He blew his horn to rally the desperate soldiers. Torches gathered all over the battlefield and formed a wildfire. Under his leadership, we dispelled all the darkness and pushed it back to where it came from. Later, we knelt before our new king and swore to be his feet and his spear. May Mahar Pura shine forever.

I saw him again at a very advanced age. He returned to the palace and once again enjoyed the splendor of the crown. I was told that he put aside his duties and lived the life of a farmer with his true love. However, he could not turn a blind eye to the bitterness of his people. He left his rosewood flower garden, reforged his sacred spear, and returned to the brutal battlefield. Now I live behind the castle walls, sheltered from the sound of battle horns. Thanks to warriors like him, I can still serve wine with care and respect. I offer him the cup of wine, he looks down, there is loneliness in his eyes. But the bright sun still shines as always on the unchanging land of Mahar Pura.