YUWARAJA
Threnody
In this world there is only one way to solve the problem, which is War. A war that fights over the border, a war to satisfy the hunger for power, a war that can be triggered only by a sweet potato that becomes a scramble, and pure bloodlust of the enemy poured.
He was tired of it all. It will be a dark feeling during the day, a cold feeling when touching the fire. He felt guilty for his comrades-in-arms who died just to protect his small, meaningless self. A man stepped out with such gloomy exertion. She was embarrassed, sad, and angry, moreover she felt so desperate.
The rustling of the wind, the sound of the engine rippling, left a trace of the body on the cushion of the plane seat. Set foot in a country that began to foreign terraces, stepping in search of the spirit of something that feels so far away. Although he was born in this land, but his heart and body were already used to living in that hot area.
People started cheering for his arrival. Starting from a child carrying the royal flag cheerfully, a grandfather and grandmother bowed their heads crying happily and hysterical young women throwing flowers, but he knew it was all a lie. The lies created will be urged by the King and his ministers. In the Nataprawira Kingdom there is no such thing as true happiness, all things are wrapped in conspiracy. No. gabe. Perhaps more precisely in all the kingdoms in the world.
“Prince Candra, where is my son?” shouted the old lady from the crowd.
The old woman was already waiting for the arrival of her first boy who was following the war from one month ago. He heard rumors that tens of thousands of people were already victims most of them young people the same age as his son.
Of course as a mother, she did not want her son to set foot on that cackled battlefield, but what power, she could not break the rules set by the Kingdom. The regulations require boys aged fifteen and above to attend Military education and in the event of war, of course they must be ready to sacrifice their lives to protect the King and the Kingdom.
The old woman always believed her son would return safely, no matter what. Every time there were warriors returning from the battlefield to treat their wounds, he was always the first to come and hope that among them was his son whom he had been waiting for. And today, the day that he had been a long time ago finally came. The day that Every Mother can meet their child again. He had already come to the City gate from two days ago to greet the Prince and the Soldiers returning from the battlefield.
Although this was an order from the King, an order that required everyone to come to pay their respects to those who followed the war this time, but he did not care. He only hopes to see his son back safely, hoping to hear the word “Mother” come out of the mouth of his beloved son. But what was surprising was that his beloved son could not be seen anywhere. After searching and asking, he could find no clue as to the whereabouts of his Son.
He began to shed tears, his body felt so limp, his gaze began to be covered in the mist of the nightmare bearer. She began to recall her son's gentle and confident smile, as she said, “Mother, just calm down. I will definitely be back safely!”
But reality is very cruel, when someone sees and holds a rose in hand, he will be blinded by the beauty to forget the thorns and sadness that lies ahead. So did this old woman who was blinded by hope and wishful thinking that made it difficult to accept reality. But even so, this old woman still hoped to see her son, even though only a cold body wrapped in snow and decorated with red blood that she would meet later.
The old woman staggered through the crowd. Waving his heavy and helpless legs toward the Soldier who was close to the Prince. He gripped the soldier's hand with all his might while shouting out desperately, “Where is my son? Give him back, please!”
The soldier felt a grip strong enough for an old woman to have. The soldier then pushed the old woman until she fell down weakly on the ground. No one dared to help or blame the soldier. They all knew, whoever helped him would have the same fate and be considered an act of rebellion.
They were always afraid and depressed by the Kingdom. There are no more ruthless criminals than the Kingdom itself, such is the bad system of government in this Kingdom, but they all know, there is no point in moving to another Kingdom because all Kingdoms are just as rotten. Justice only comes to those who are able, to those who have money and power. As long as they could eat and live with their families, they already felt it was enough. For commoners like them, there was no greater happiness than being able to gather with family and be able to smile happily.
“Go, search in Warrior Tent!” snarl the Soldier.
“Prince, where is my son?” The old woman again asked in her hoarse tone. The prince could only remain silent as he kept bowing, it was obvious that he was feeling desperate, to the point that he was unable to reach the old woman's eyes. He walked past the people with a complicated expression on his face.
The young man who looked gloomy from earlier was the Prince, as well as the only son of the King, Nataprawira Kingdom. Her name is Candra Nataprawira. A man who was only twenty years old, he had a stocky body with a height of 176cm, white hair, snow white.
Candra knew that the people here deeply hated the Kingdom they lived in. The rotten kingdom is full of Cruelty, Trade Monopoly, Corruption, as well as the absence of Human Rights. Even with his status as Prince, Candar did not get luxury or security. Candra hated the Kingdom and herself more than anyone in the world.