Chapter I : Hard to Let Go
" Just Call Me Kakolukia..."
The prince goes down the palm tree, his feet hitting the ground with much force, running towards the sunrise, and into the deep jungle. Farah though is confused and shocked, she feels this cold shiver running down her spine. As she touches her amulet with fear, she feels like she had lived that moment before. As the prince keeps running towards the camp, he remembers the time when he had Farah in his arms...her smooth skin, his hand in hers...connecting, with her soft, delicate lips on his. This feeling, felt so right, and he took it with much tranquility. Thinking about it made his fists grow tighter with anger and hate.
" why...why us...why couldn't we just stay together...is this how it ends...what went wrong! "
Thinking of this, the prince felt a tear about to come from his right blue eye, but wiped it of quickly before it came running down. After making a sudden stop, the prince turned to look at Farah's balcony one last time. He somehow knew, Farah was there watching him or just staring out into the deep jungle of trees, wondering.
" how is it possible? How did he knew the word?...my word...wait! that voice, his eyes..."
" I have to return...but my father may be looking for me... No! I have to tell her..."
( King Sharaman comes with two other men on horse ) " Son! "
( the prince gasps ) " Father! "
" Where were you! You had me like a fool looking for you! Are you all right? what happened!
" Nothing... "
" Now don't you lie to me boy...I meant it! what happened! "
" Can we talk about it in private?"
" Fine! Just don't go wander off again when were in the middle of a conquer..."
" Apologies father, I promise you it won't happen again. "
" It better not, just get on your horse. "
As the prince got on the horse, he turns around, and finds his love hidding behind a tree with a sad look on her face, like her heart got ripped in two parts.
" Farah!...why is she here? "
" good-bye...my love ", Farah whispered with such softness, he could barely hear.
" There was no turning back now, I knew my father won't accept it. "
" Don't forget me...", the prince whispered back, but loud enough so she could hear, as the horse galloped farther, and farther from her.
Farah, with her hand feeling the roughness of the tree, felt great sadness to know her true love won't stay, though she won't forget him, there's nothing she can do, but see his tender blue eyes one last time.