Echoes of Majapahit

Chapter 1 : Unveiling the Legacy

Exhaustion clung to Johan as he entered his home, a sanctuary filled with the echoes of centuries past. The air carried the weight of history, and the artifacts adorning his shelves whispered tales of a time long gone. As he sank into the familiarity of his bed, he cast a tired gaze upon his collection, a testament to his lifelong fascination with the rich tapestry of Indonesian kingdoms.

The artifacts, each with a story to tell, lined the walls. Ancient pottery spoke of artisans lost to time, Majapahit coins resonated with the clinking of market transactions, and faded jewelry bore witness to the lives of those who once adorned themselves with the splendor of a bygone era. His favorite, however, stood in solitary glory – the Majapahit Kris, a family heirloom passed down through generations.

Johan's family lineage, said to be traced back to Majapahit royalty, bestowed upon him a deep connection to the kingdom's history. From early childhood, both his late father and grandfather had regaled him with tales of Majapahit's historic grandeur, igniting a passion within him that had only grown with time. Being surrounded by relics from that era, Johan always found solace in his collection.

With a weary sigh, Johan's gaze fixated on a certain Kris, its blade locked in a sheath that bore the weight of untold stories. The Kris was handed down to him by his recently departed father, it seems to held an air of mystery. Unlike other Kris blades that he was familiar with, this one article surely lacked any ornate embellishments, and yet a palpable energy seemed to emanate from its unassuming form.

Johan's thoughts drifted away to the funeral rites that had occupied his time, preventing him from giving the Kris the attention it deserved. This legacy item had been entrusted to him only a week ago by his mother right before he went back to Jakarta. A sense of curiosity nagged at him to uncover its secrets. His fingers traced the glass display, reaching for the hilt that held centuries of secrets.

As he cradled the Kris in his hands, the weight of responsibility mingled with anticipation. The blade, untouched for generations, beckoned to be revealed, yet an unspoken taboo surrounded its unsheathing. No one in his family had ever dared to disturb the Kris's slumber, and Johan himself had never tried.

Murmuring to himself, Johan contemplated the enigma before him. His tired eyes focused on the Kris, and with a mixture of reverence and curiosity, he decided that the time had come to confront the mystery that lay dormant within the sheath.

"Now that i think about it, I've never tried to unsheathe it before.." he mumbled, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. 

The Kris, like a silent guardian of time, waited patiently for the touch that could awaken its hidden potential. Determination etched across Johan's face as he prepared to uncover the secrets that had been guarded for generations. 

Johan extending his hand, gripping the hilt with his shaky hand full of anticipation, ready to unravel the mysteries locked within the heart of the unknown Majapahit Kris.