Chapter 1: The Tsunami That Stole a Kingdom
The air was thick with fear. The people of Kumari Kandam, an ancient Tamil kingdom, looked toward the sea in horror. The once calm waves had turned violent, crashing against the shores with unnatural force. The ground trembled, and the temple bells rang, not in prayer, but in warning.
Inside the palace, a five-year-old prince, Murugan, clung to his mother's sari. His father, the king, stood tall, his face grim as he gazed upon the rising ocean.
A sudden roar erupted from the sea.
A monstrous wave, taller than the palace itself, came rushing forward. The king turned to his guards. "Take my son! Get him to safely with our civilian people!"
A warrior scooped up Murugan and ran through the palace halls. Screams filled the air. Walls cracked. Statues fell. The ground split open behind them as the ocean swallowed everything in its path.
Outside, near the docks, a ship was waiting. A few soldiers had managed to push it into the water. "Go! Get him out of here!"
The warrior leaped onto the ship, holding Murugan tightly. The prince cried out, reaching for his mother, but the waves had already consumed the palace.
The ship drifted into the open sea, battered by the raging storm. The sky flashed with lightning, and the winds howled like demons. The warrior held Murugan close, whispering, "You must live, my prince."
Then, a giant wave crashed down upon them.
The ship shattered into pieces. Murugan was thrown into the sea, his tiny body swallowed by the cold depths. He struggled, gasping for air, but the ocean was merciless.
Darkness overtook him.
He sank.
And then… nothing.
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Chapter 2: The Boy from the Sea
A small fishing village in Malaysia bustled with life as dawn broke. Siti, a kind-hearted woman, walked along the shore, gathering seashells for her children.
That was when she saw it.
A boy, barely alive, lay on the sand. His clothes were torn, his body covered in wounds. His tiny fingers clutched a golden amulet—a symbol of Tamil royalty.
Siti gasped and called her husband. They took the boy in, fed him, and cared for him as their own.
Years passed. Murugan, now with no memory of his past, grew up as a simple village boy. He laughed, played, and learned the ways of the world from his new parents.
But something inside him always felt… missing.