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Fourty One
Date de publication:
2026-08-16 20:48:56
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Toward the Sun Fourty One
Jaladri shouted at the top of his lungs.“Prince Wiratmaka! Pramesti! Yoo-hooo!”Windyaningrum shouted the same names. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by the wind. Then the earth shook again, though not nearly as violently as before.“They should be all right,” Jaladri muttered.Ningrum nodded. “Let’s hope so.”A moment later, a shout came from somewhere in the distance, followed by a head popping up from behind a pile of rocks.“Anyone hurt?” Prince Wiratmaka waved.Jaladri waved back.“We’re fine. But our horses took off. God knows where they went! How about you?”Another head appeared behind Wiratmaka. Pramesti.“We’re fine too. She’s still in one piece!” Wiratmaka grinned, pointing at Pramesti. “Just shaken up.”Jaladri let out a long breath. “Thank God.”“You’ll have to turn back and go through Batur!” Wiratmaka shouted.Jaladri nodded repeatedly. “Yeah, yeah! Looks like there’s no other way. You’re going straight to Mount Walang?”“Yeah. We’re leaving now. Our
Toward the Sun Fourty
“There it is!"Wisnumurti and Pratiwi hurried after Ki Randu Alas, climbing the steep hillside. The moment they reached the top, both of them froze."My God... this is incredible!"Pratiwi actually rubbed her eyes."This must be what heaven looks like..."Ki Randu Alas chuckled."Enjoy it while you can. We can't stay here very long."What stretched before them looked almost otherworldly.A crystal-clear river widened into a tranquil pool, so transparent that every stone resting on the bottom was perfectly visible. Upstream, a towering cliff released a sheet of water that plunged from nearly twenty-five meters above. Foaming white, the waterfall poured endlessly into the basin below, its thunderous roar deafening and yet, somehow, strangely soothing.From just the right angle, a rainbow shimmered across the middle of the cascading wall of water.For a long while, none of them spoke.Even Wisnumurti, who had spent half his life wandering from one place to another, had rarely seen beauty
Toward the Sun Thirty Nine
Prince Wiratmaka pulled back on his reins and brought his horse to a halt. Jaladri, Ningrum, and Pramesti stopped as well. They all knew why.Ahead of them, the road split into two.Both paths disappeared into an impossibly dense wilderness, yet the sight was confusing because it was not really a crossroads. The two trails simply separated at a narrow angle, almost like a single road had been sliced apart. From where they stood, either path could lead to Mount Walang.The question was, which one?And none of them had ever traveled this far before. Wiratmaka only knew the main route, the road that connected Paranggelung directly to Tirta Mas and then Kajoran, before turning southwest toward Larangan Lor and eventually The Royal City of Pasir. This time they had entered a narrower trail, one that ended at Mount Wijil, the residence of Ki Lembu Narawara, a figure deeply respected by both allies and enemies.“Looks like the left one,” Wiratmaka said.“How do you know?” Jaladri asked.“Jus
Toward the Sun Thirty Eight
Ki Demung Banar bowed his head in prayer. When he finished, he wiped both hands across his face."All right," he said. "Let's move."He swung into the saddle, followed by Ki Randu Alas, Ki Gagak Panolih, Wisnumurti, and Pratiwi.Before leaving, he took a moment to say goodbye to his wife and children. His two eldest sons were already in their teens and had begun training in martial arts themselves.A gentle tug on the reins sent his horse forward.The trail descended toward a river crossing before climbing steadily through towering pine forests on the road to Mount Wijil.The morning sky was bright. Dark storm clouds, however, waited ahead. After only a few strides, Ki Demung abruptly pulled his horse to a stop.The others immediately followed."What is it?" Ki Gagak Panolih asked.Ki Demung frowned."The tailorbirds," he said quietly. "Listen to them."The others fell silent. He was right. The shrill calls of the tiny birds echoed loudly through the forest, answering one another from
Toward the Sun Thirty Seven
Jaladri skidded to a halt beside the young prince, chest heaving. He and the royal guards swept their eyes across the courtyard, searching every shadow. The commander immediately dispatched his men to comb the palace grounds, while his four finest soldiers remained behind to protect the Crown Prince."They escaped that fast?" Jaladri asked, still trying to catch his breath."They moved like demons," Wiratmaka growled. "They're far beyond our level. Was that man Suwung Saketi?"Jaladri nodded. "Yes. That's him. He somehow tracked me all the way here.""And the other one?""I've never seen him before. But he was chasing Saketi. I'd guess they're sworn enemies.""That was Tanpa Aran," a soft feminine voice said. "The strange swordsman with white skin and white hair."Every man turned at once.A slender figure hurried toward them from the direction of the mosque, her features swallowed by the dim light."Tanpa Aran?" Prince Wiratmaka echoed. "So that's his name?""That's what he told me,"
Toward the Sun Thirty Six
Someone's coming," the man's voice was calm. "They'll try to kidnap you again. Stay alert."Jaladri frowned, trying to recognize the stranger sitting across from him amid the noisy morning marketplace."Who?"They were eating rice wrapped in banana leaves while sitting atop a butcher's stall, casually helping themselves to pieces of meat from the display."You'll recognize him."The man wore a long robe. His face was perfectly visible. Yet somehow, Jaladri couldn't actually see it."We've met before?""Long ago."The marketplace vanished. The stranger now sat on a beach, holding a fishing rod. Jaladri absentmindedly kicked a leather ball across the sand."When?""Doesn't matter. To awaken your Lintang, listen to the vibration inside your chest. Guide it into your hand," he smiled. "Then hit as hard as you can. We'll see what happens.""My... what?"The beach dissolved. Now they were riding horses across an endless desert."The Lintang, the Star..." the man's voice echoed through the
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