Luden's final teaching and his disappearance

The Lost Kingdom of Greece

There was once a kingdom in Greece, but no history recorded its name. It stood between mountains that few dared to cross, hidden from the world's wars and ambitions. It was not a land of conquerors, nor a place where gold held meaning. Those who lived there did not seek power, nor did they raise temples to gods long forgotten.

And so, the world forgot them instead.

Time eroded its roads,viens wrapped itself around the ruins of its halls, and the echoes of voices once carried by the wind faded into silence. No traders spoke of it. No maps marked its existence. It was as if the land itself had never been.

But for those who found their way to its gates, they knew—this place had once been something more.

A Kingdom Without a Name

No armies had ever passed through its borders. No ships had ever docked at its shores. Those who stumbled upon it did so by fate, not by design, for the roads leading to it had long since been swallowed by the land.

Yet, within its broken walls, there remained signs of a civilization that had once thrived. The remnants of houses stood in defiant silence, their stone foundations resisting the pull of time. A great hall, its roof long collapsed, still bore the markings of a people who had built not for war, but for understanding.

In the heart of the kingdom, an ancient courtyard lay undisturbed. Here, beneath the sky untouched by torches or steel, the wind carried the whispers of voices long gone. If one stood still enough, they could almost hear them.

Words of wisdom.Words of purpose.Words that had once shaped those who listened.

But there were none left to hear them now.

A Silence That Could Not Be Broken

What had become of those who once lived there? Did they vanish into the shadows of history, their existence erased by the turning of time?

Or had they simply moved beyond the need to be remembered?

No stories remained to tell of their fate. No scholars sought their ruins. And yet, for those who stood among the remnants of what once was, there was a feeling—as if something had been left behind. Not in stone or parchment, but in the very air.

A truth known only to those who listened.

But the world did not listen.

And so, like all things that were not sought, the kingdom faded into legend.

A place where no word had come.

A place that would never be found again.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------In this forgotten land, that Luden gathered his disciples for the last time.

No messages were sent. No heralds called them forth.

Yet, they came.

From distant lands, from the mountains and deserts, from the edges of the world where they had carried his wisdom in silence. Some had abandoned their old lives to follow his teachings, while others had hidden in secrecy, waiting for a day that they could not explain—but knew would come.

The kingdom was empty when they arrived. The streets were lined with crumbling stone, the great halls hollowed out by time. No people remained. No rulers stood to greet them.

Only Luden, waiting in the center of the ruined city, his presence unchanged by the years.

The disciples stood before him, watching in silence. Some expected one final revelation—some hidden truth that would answer the questions that had burned in their hearts since the day they first followed him.

But what he gave them was something else.

Something simpler.

Something final.

The Last Words

The wind stirred through the ruins as Luden looked over them one last time. His voice was steady, not raised in grandeur but spoken as though he was speaking to each of them alone.

Luden: "Own your life. Your life is just yours and no one else's."

A murmur passed through the gathered disciples.

Luden: "Make your own way. Take your own decisions. Make mistakes. Learn from them. And keep moving ahead. But learn in such a way that you never repeat the same mistake again."

They had followed him for years, always looking to him for guidance, for knowledge, for direction. And now, he was telling them to walk alone.

Luden: "No one will stand up for you if you do not stand up for yourself. And once you stand up for yourself, you won't need anyone else."

Some lowered their heads. Others clenched their fists. The weight of his words settled over them like an inescapable truth.

Luden: "Respect and loyalty are a two-way street. You give, you get."

For years, they had given him their trust, their loyalty. But now, he was telling them to trust themselves instead.

Luden: "Hard work always, always pays. But smart work pays double. So work hard, but smartly."

He had taught them many things, but never had he told them what to do with their knowledge. Now, he was telling them to think for themselves—to stop waiting for someone to lead them, to stop seeking answers outside of themselves.

And finally, his voice softened, but the weight of his final words was the heaviest of all.

Luden: "You cannot keep everyone happy or satisfied. So pleasing people should never be your agenda. Because ultimately, it's you who will be the most unhappy and unsatisfied."

The wind carried his words through the ruins, as if even the forgotten kingdom itself was listening.

The disciples stood in silence, waiting for more.

But there was nothing left to say. 

The night passed without another word spoken. Some of the disciples stayed in the ruins, reflecting on his lesson. Others wandered through the empty city, as if searching for something—an answer, a reason, a sign.

But when dawn came—

Luden was gone.

No one had seen him leave. No footprints marked his path. Only his words remained.

They searched for him, calling his name into the silence. But the city gave them no answer.

He had not left them with a final destination.He had not told them where to go next.

He had simply disappeared, as if he had never been there at all.

And for the first time, the disciples understood.

Luden had never meant for them to follow him forever.

They had spent their lives looking to him for direction, but the greatest lesson he had ever given them was this—the path was always their own to walk.

And so, they left.

Some went their own way, taking his wisdom into the world. Others faded into history, carrying his words in silence.

And though Luden's name would vanish from the tongues of men, though time would erase the kingdom where his last lesson was spoken, his truth would never die.

For those who had heard it would carry it within them, long after the world had forgotten his name.