Veil of The Sun

Prologue I

In that ridiculous little place where the sun seemed to shine on forever, a little prince with no great ambitions locked eyes with the distant light. Beyond that azure sky, perhaps there was a home for everyone there right along with it. The prince found some amount of comfort in that fact as the river flowed downward all around him. Truth be told, he wasn't supposed to be here. His father would most certainly come to be cross with him should he learn of the little prince's adventure into the jungle. The very fact that the little prince stood on a single large rock in the rapid river would make his father have something sort of a heart attack.

His father worried too much as all fathers do. The little prince, Moksha, was an obedient child. He rarely ever broke the rules, in fact, he was known as one of the most well-behaved children in all of Virinagara. He was always pointed to by other parents as an example for their own children. Then again, that made him particularly lonely upon the pedestal he stood at. He loved his father very dearly but the more he stayed at Virinagara the more he grew to resent it. Oh, but what did he know? Moksha was just a child after all.

"Here... the sun feels so welcoming like it was waiting for me all this time... but down there, the sun is like a knife to my skin..." Moksha murmured, closing his eyes to bask, "I wonder why that is...?"

A smile began to slowly appear on his face as his sunkissed skin beamed. In the next few minutes, Moksha stopped his sun basking and began to continue jumping on the large rocks ahead of him on the river. Slight water splashed onto his feet because of the torrent of the river but he stayed mostly dry. He chuckled at the thought of being fully emersed in water– how he wanted to go at it right at this moment but he had to stop himself. Moksha's father would know quickly of his transgression if he came back soaking wet. He would have to try his best to avoid that possibility.

As Moksha continued hopping on each rock sediment, he failed to see just where exactly the torrent of the river was heading. Of course, it was heading toward the only natural landmark possible– A waterfall. There was no escaping that sort of height. At the very edge, Moksha attempted to hop onto the last rock available but as soon as he landed, his bare feet slipped on the wet surface of the rock.

"Ahh–" Moksha began to yell as he felt the sensation of falling overcome him. He felt his entire body slip not into the water but down a seventy-foot drop. It frightened him so much, he immediately closed shut his eyes as he screamed. This was not the plan Moksha had intended on, truthfully. He thought surely this was the end– that he would die that day.

Then again... he didn't, did he...? 

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