The Tale Of The Prince And The Fox

A tale of love, magic, and memory, The Tale of the Prince and the Fox stuck in body of Ravi and Rin, living in Kalpa a fictional world.

A villain and an author of this fictional world, Rajiv R. An author who decides who does what in this fiction. Who loves whom. What happens next. Who goes where. Who says what and to whom.





'Time moved on. The world changed. Trees fell. Temples turned to stone and then to ruin. Rivers stopped singing names. Magic became shy and began to hide in tiny places—like firefly wings and bedtime stories.

But the promise?

The promise never disappeared.

Prince and and Fox spirit were born again. And again. And again.

In some lives, Ravi was a prince. In others, he was a potter’s son or a sailor who painted pictures of the moon.

Rin changed too. Sometimes he was a red ribbon. Sometimes a cloud. Sometimes a boy but always a fox spirit. Fox with mask and a crooked smile.



But every time they met—every time—Ravi smiled the first time he saw Rin.

Even if he didn’t know why. Even if he forgot later.

And every time, Rin tried. He hoped. He waited.

Because that’s what love does.



The story has already started.

The fox has found the prince.

The prince has smiled at the fox.

And deep, deep inside them, where the oldest memories sleep, the first promise still glows like a tiny candle in the dark.

Waiting.

Just waiting to be remembered.