This is not a story... but a legend...
A legend that crossed space and time...
This happened---
Long long ago in the Kingdom of Waterlily.
The once prosperous kingdom was struck with one natural calamity after other.
The court and the citizens tried everything they could, but the heavens were angry it seems... nothing changed.
This had continued for three generations now and the glory and wealth of this isolated kingdom were indeed declining and the other nations were threatening to invade it.
The previous king took the throne at a very young age from his father who had abdicated, unable to cope with the pressure and he too wasn't able to live long.
In the end, he decided to pass his throne to his second child... his first child was ignorant and delved into world pleasures, but his second born was a righteous child who could empathise and work for the betterment of his kingdom.
