Prologue

The gurgling of water competing rocks across erodes the cliff mud that begins to green. The sound of birdsong in the dense leaves in the forest enlivened the boisterous wind mixed with rumbling sounds. Stabbing then choked like an old grandmother who was beaten by the mob. The girl with big eyeballs ran not knowing the direction. Buffeted by a flutter of bat wings.

At the end of the randu tree, white-hooded man rubbed the bark of the tree. The roar of the creatures of the forest interrupted the silence in a time that should not be used to enliven the crowd showing the harmony of war between swords. His eyes narrowed when he saw the silhouette of a curly-haired girl who was running chased by dozens of sword soldiers. The newly sprouted plants were affected by the violent chaos that night.

"Jinbum!" The girl reached out her hand up. The sword in the back splits the barrier to destroy the entrails of the girl's stomach without the legs they are chasing.

Jinbum's army of men standing on a tree stormed dozens of palace warriors. The clink of iron fought back to take down the enemy. The cries of girls answered each other by the tip of the sword that tore apart vital organs.

"Jinbum, help me!"

"Not Bumyen the culprit!"

The curly-haired girl endures the fear that increasingly slaps the instinct to maintain life. She knew Jinbum was so angry at her who was more in favor of the suspect for the act of abandoning parts of the Majapahit royal palace family. However, her tiny heart was so protesting when the life she had was stricken with a storm of arrows from behind dry bushes.

Unexpectedly by the curl-haired girl who floated--against gravity. A rush of arrows fell on top of the dried foliage when their mission failed to plant poison into the girl's body. Swings from rattan ropes become unsung milestones on sloping topography and are not necessarily safe for them.

Jimbum saves the life of a girl who claims to be the son of Bumyen. For the curly-haired girl--Bumyen was a father who was so important in her life. She should thank Jinbum for the will and sacrifice he made by saving the girl using rattan ropes that were deliberately tied to a randu tree. They were still swinging until Jimbum landed under bushes of dry foliage deliberately prepared to warn of falls that were not good for the safety of the body.

"What information did you get?"

A large eyeball stared at Jimbum who was removing the rope from his body. It seemed so authoritative even though his face and style were not showing an open attitude to the girl. The clink of the sword scrambling for victory was still heard. Jinbum paid attention to the open wound on the girl's arm just by staring at her.

"You will be a king!"

Jinbum's hand that wanted to help bandage the wounds of the girl with dull skin covered in black mud was drooped weakly back to its origin. Her narrow eyes were getting smaller and gave anyone a warning not to get close.

"You will become a King, Jinbum!"

"Shut up!"

The girl's mouth was tightly tempted. Jinbum's aura was not much different from the soldiers trying to grab her head. The river of carnations threatens the fragrance of forest flowers by humans who fight each other. They scratched, unsheathed fearlessly for the sake of the mission that was soon achieved.

Jinbum pulled the girl's hand. They ran away from the battlefield. The archers were so excited to see the target appear from behind a randu tree. Apparently at that time nature sided with the frail girl and Jinbum who fought for life with dozens of arrows competing against each other piercing their bodies.

Tree branches fall on each other -- creating a rain of twigs in the early middle of the night. The piercing arrows disappointed the falling twigs were not their target. Every now and then the girl looks back -- monitoring the increasingly chaotic situation does not calm down.

"Focus!" Jinbum snapped at her.

They were still running through the thorny dry bushes. The curly-haired girl is trapped in a romantic atmosphere that she should never have thought of. History records that later the figure of the young man who is now with her will become a great man. His name will be immortalized throughout life. Even the generations of the nation will learn the twists and turns of life that he experienced. Not included in running around in the middle of the forest with a foreign girl of course.

The roar of the sky. Raindrops began to fall followed by lightning striking each other. Slippery roads can't be crossed. As a result, the girl fell to upset Jinbum. Sorry is meaningless now to scold him who has already lost in dangerous waste. Jinbum stopped--pulling the curly-haired girl's body which was getting dirty by the mud.

"Sorry," she said.

"We can't linger here. My troops might be able to hold them, but not all of them."

Jinbum raised the curly-haired girl. He took her to a large tree that had a narrow gap below. That is the secret door that has been a link between jinbum headquarters and Majapahit kingdom territory which is now occupied by King Kertabumi.

"What about your wounds?"

Jinbum was silent. Apparently, the thorns he found along the way had been known to the curly-haired girl with a large eyeball. The man helped the girl down a small staircase towards the underground tunnel. The sound of crickets greeted their arrival with the strains of water that covered the naked legs of the girl.

"You're hurt, Jinbum!"

Jinbum remained silent.

"You can't be hurt!"

Now the narrow eyes pay attention to the big eyes. "I am also human. Stop chattering and I'll take you to padepokan soon."

"Jinbum," the girl called. They stopped after arriving at the end of the stairs. "I'm not actually from here."

Inside the tunnel, it's so stuffy. It's hard to get the caress of the wind. Moreover, with the phrase a curly-haired girl without any specific reason makes Jinbum even more sultry.

"You don't understand my words, do you? Stop chattering! And as you come from, you're Captain Bum's adopted daughter. Don't review facts in such a precarious situation!"

Jinbum stepped first. However, the girl re-opened the voice which made Jinbum's move delayed.

"I am not a descendant born in this time, but... I'm from a time when you were just history to me."