King Tiong Gomba admired the view from his palace balcony, his thoughts consumed by his beloved daughter, Putri Ayang. Despite the responsibilities of his kingdom, his heart always found solace in her happiness. "Anything for my dear Ayang," he murmured to himself, remembering her request for a grand pool.
Putri Ayang watched from a distance, excitement dancing in her eyes. "I can't wait to enjoy my new haven," she whispered to her maid, a smile playing on her lips.
As his entourage made their way, a massive crocodile blocked their path, its scales glistening ominously. [@ch_1]King Tiong Gomba[/@ch_1_d] "Check if it lives,"[/@ch_1_d] he ordered his guards, curiosity piqued by the beast's audacity.
"If you are powerful, visit my daughter as she bathes," the king taunted, his voice carrying over the water. The crocodile, as if understanding, turned and slipped into the river, its destination set.
Putri Ayang stepped into the water, unaware of the crocodile's presence. In a moment, the tranquility shattered as the beast attacked, leaving behind silence and chaos.
The king fell to his knees, recognizing the bracelets adorning the lifeless form. "What have I done?" he cried, his voice echoing through the valley.
The mountain stood silent, the whispers of its fallen kingdom echoing through the trees. The king's soul, lost in sorrow, became one with the land, as eternal as the mountain itself.
