Prelude: A Boy in America

A few hundred years later, a boy, deep in the south of America, read about stories of Stapelia & it's dynasty. How he longed to meet their descendants.

I can guarantee you that we will return to this boy later in this story.

"In the past we fought, we fought bravely. Our ancestors made it their duty to fight and they did that duty with their utmost. But we have choosen to move, not because we're afraid, but because we want to give you a better future. Although we have chosen to live in peace, it doesn't mean that we will not fight to defend; because as long as blood runs through my veins I will defend you and I will defend this nation."

"Remember, "history admires the wise, but it elevates the brave"".

"Where is Stapelia?" the little boy asked his grandfather with wonderment in his eyes.

"It's a very small kingdom at the foot of the Himalayas.  In fact, it's not much spoken of at all because its people do not have much concern at all with the trappings of wealth.  It is said that the founding father of Stapelia, a warrior called Philo Sophia, encouraged his tribal followers to dedicate their lives to the cultivation of two things only: the cultivation of the crops and the cultivation of their minds."

"But you said this Philo Sophia was a warrior, grandad.  Why did he turn away from fighting?"

"Well, Daniel, that's a long story.  Philo, like his father before him, another famous warrior called Theo Sophia, was long accustomed to training and fighting.  In fact he had once even fought against the famous Genghis Khan in Mongolia in the winter of 1200 A.D.  Philo was the strongest warrior of his tribe, then called the Muma.  To make a long story short most of the tribe were killed and Philo and some of his warriors managed to escape.  When they returned to their villages their women were distraught because so many of their husbands, brothers and sons had been killed. They spent nearly one whole month in mourning."

"On the last night of the month, Daniel, Philo had a dream in which a beautiful woman appeared to him and told him to take all his people with him and go to the foot of the Himalayas and set up a small Kingdom called Stapelia, a Kingdom of peace and harmony where there would be no fighting, ever..."

The death of the Hero of Time

Footnote: I'm writing the prologue in a flashback technique. It is set at the end of the story & we will write from there.(we have basically done the ending **& can now work our way up to it from there)


 Prologue
Batu sat waiting in a guest room of the Royal Imperial Palace facing charges against the manslaughter of the Child Princess of Stapelia. Nobody knew why he did it. He walked straight into the court said "Guilty, See Ya!" & walked out. The judge had no choice but to have him executed by firing squad.
The guards called him out. It was time. This was it. No going back. A large crowd had gathered to see the event. Everyone there hated the man who murdered their beloved ruler.
The Officer in charge asked if he had any last regrets. He said yes he did but didn't disclose them. Even if somebody believed him, it was too late.
The firing squad lined up.
"Ready!"
"Take aim!"
Batu sighed & took his last breath on this world
"Fire!"

Extract from a newspaper dated 2008:

Stapelians rejoiced today as the execution of the newly infamous Batu da Corgevelli took place.
Having been made famous from his many exploits involving liberating oppressed worlds, Batu's change of heart surprised & shook everybody to the core.
more on page 3

In other news the grand consolidated tra......



Fin


**Or at least part of the ending!