A girl playing by the shore. Her shore.
She alone, the only human on the silent island. Bound by unseen chains, because she was the island.
A lion that she knew flicked its tail lazily as it curled up beside her. They were the only ones on the island, watching each other grow and mature. Then suddenly, the lion growled.
Looking up, she saw something. A regal structure that glided on the salty water, towards her. Despite its unfamiliarity, she did not run, instead staying motionless while the boat approached her beach.
A person alighted. She didn't know it, but he was from Indonesia. Sri Maharaja Sang Utama Parameswara Batara Sri Tri Buana whom they knew as the prince of Indonesia. Or more commonly, Sang Nila Utama.
She didn't move, and neither did he. Then the prince took a few steps forward, and seeing no reaction from the girl, strode forward with more confidence. He reached the girl with the long black hair, who regarded him with dark brown eyes.
When he knelt down to touch her face, he smiled. And she, seeing him smile, smiled too.
Singapura. That was the name he gave her.