Prince Without Crown
PRINCE WITHOUT CROWN

The calm and bright morning was more complete with the chirping of birds that seemed to perch on the branches of trees. Some are alone, some are in groups, some are tempting their partners.

At the top of the cleft mountain, it looks like the mist has not completely disappeared because the sun has still just revealed its form with a golden color and its rays that greet with warmth are still very friendly.

Usually early in the morning like this the villagers of this cleft mountain foot have been getting ready with their respective activities.

The farmers looked with their agricultural equipment each began to walk side by side towards the rice field. Mothers were busy weaving pandan mats while the girls carried linens filled with clothes to wash in the river while occasionally teased by some young men when they passed by on the road.

The shepherds began to herd cattle into the vast meadow, stretching out while sometimes blowing flutes. Some are melodious and some are with irregular sounds. What a beautiful and peaceful life in this village.

In a rickety hut, a seven-year-old boy sat pensively in front of the stairs. Occasionally he seemed to play the end of the golden-embroidered yellow silk tied around his waist. A keris seemed tucked in the boy's waist.

Repeatedly he was scratching his forehead as if something was being thought of.

"Eyang. Last night I dreamed of meeting a king. He said I was his grandson. It's just that I didn't have time to ask what name and in which kingdom the king in my dream came from," the boy said as he stared at me towards an old man enjoying a cup of coffee befriending a few pieces of boiled cassava. Saw a Kawung cigarette tucked between his lips.

"What did he say in your dream was Indra?" Ask the old man to the boy named Indra earlier.

"She just said I had to help her. To help his people and his kingdom,"

"Eyang. Actually I wanted to ask. If I'm your granddaughter, then who are my parents?" Ask Prince Indra.

There was a heavy breath released by the old man as soon as he got the question from this seven-year-old.

What would he answer? He also did not know who the parents of this child were. All this time he only guessed that this Indra was a noble child. At least the son of a Duke. Remembering the items he had on him when he fell into the abyss in the carcass valley seven years ago were items that not just anyone could have.

"Indra's. You better study hard. Later, Eyang will tell you everything. It's free now. You're still too small and won't be able to understand what you're going to say. Therefore, study hard. Later you will know who your parents are," said eyang Santalaya reasoned.

"Yes to Eyang! Then I will learn to mean it" said Indra Mahesa.

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Time passes by so quickly and will never wait for us.

After yesterday is a memory, today is reality and tomorrow is hope, without feeling Indra Mahesa has been in the ring at the foot of this cleft mountain for approximately 17 years.

Now Indra Mahesa grew up to be a handsome, sturdy and agile young man.

The ordinary young man was wearing white pants, an armless shirt that was also white, with a yellow silk embroidered in gold tying around his waist, Indra Mahesa is now transformed from orok into a tough teenager and choose a match. In fact, not infrequently the good looks of Indra Mahesa is a byword among the martial world.

Whispers also often occur among them when Prince Indra is in the village of Gunung clebing slope to just buy their daily needs.

Many bachelors in the village were envious of the good looks possessed by Prince Indra. So it is not uncommon among those who call the young man the PRINCE WITHOUT THE CROWN. This is because, the stout stature, the pure white skin, the straight black hair past the shoulders, as well as the polite speech are really not worth saying an ordinary village youth.

Just like the previous days, today Prince Indra seems to be actively practicing silat moves taught by his two teachers alternately.

Sometimes Prince Indra had to fight against his two teachers at once so it was not uncommon for this young man to wake up in order to avoid attacks.

Today Prince Indra is apparently exchanging attacks with his teacher, Eyang Santalaya.

Using a powerful step, he managed to defeat every attack launched by Santalaya eyes while occasionally attacking back.

This powerful step is the defense of the opponent's attack. It looks like it's irregular. Sometimes it wagged to the left, swerved to the right, crouched down and pranced like a tail fire monkey. But even though it seemed strange, none of the attacks could touch it.

"How's Eyang? Are my steps mature?" Prince Indra asked as he continued to dodge the teacher's attack.

"Your steps are good enough. It's just that it needs to be refined again by frequent practice. Later you will be able to continue the fragrance of our name in the peada jungle persilatan," replied eyang Santalaya praise.

"Indra's. You can't be proud fast. To be a market mongundal, maybe your silat science is good enough. But, to penetrate the rigors of life in the martial world, your ability is nothing. You still have to continue to train the study of sacred sites, melting Wesi, and the site of death. When the three punches are able to master well, I'm sure you will become a swordsman who chooses a match,"

There was the sound of an old woman just coming out from inside the rickety hut where they had been sheltering from the heat and rain for seventeen years.

"Indra understands Princess's eyes. I will continue to hone my skills" Indra promised.

"Until now I was astonished. Where did you get so much inner power. When you were a baby, your cries were able to shake the roof of my hut. Seven years old, you are not even affected by the studies released by Rimang Crow. According to my estimation, it took at least forty years of training to have the inner power you had when you were seven years old," said the Silver Fan Angel revealed her astonishment.

"Where do I know, Eyang. My teacher is just the two of you. You should know better than I do" Indra replied while scratching his eel.

"I suspect, there seems to be someone who has transferred all of his profound strength and energy into your body. Heh good devil son! You must be able to awaken the power hidden within you. We will help you in our own way. Right now the power within you have is already too great. No need to add. It just needs to be sharpened again so you can use it as necessary,"

"Indra begged for guidance from both of you" Prince Indra said on his knees.

"You are so. If there is a desire, just mengelas like people lack of food. Try if your sontoloyo relapses. You don't want to practice at all. You son of Sontoloyo," said Santalaya as he moved to sit on a bamboo cot in front of the rickety hut owned by eyang Kunti.

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