This is the very first story I ever wrote. It’s almost too embarrassing to share – but why stop now.
Once in a land, far away, a boy named Price Pidera asked his father, the great King Wezi, if he could go on a royal journey. His father, with reservations said yes, with a nod of his head.
“But you must promise me,” said the wise King, “that you shall not travel into the Iazd.”
“I promise my all-wise King and father,” answered Pidera.
But as he was preparing to leave he stopped and turned. He looked at his all-wise King-father and asked, “Forgive me Father if I seem to question your judgment, but may I ask why you wish me not to travel into the Iazd?”
His father, who had been working on a parchment of royal decrees, looked up at his son and with a smile, “It’s good that a son of mine should ask such a wise question, and therefore I, being wise myself shall honor it with this answer: Within the Iazd is a place of evil, it is called, ‘The Valley of Bad Things,’ and I’ve seen them.”
With this the young Prince left the presence of his King father to begin his royal journey.
In those days, there was no such thing as a sun for the sun had not been invented. But men having intelligence, decided to use the moon and the stars as their compass.
And since the moon travels the sky in one direction the royal caravan would follow its path. This was the safest measure for it moved from east to west and the Iazd was in the east.
After traveling 72 turns of the hour-glass, Prince Pidera wanted to stop and rest. But his guides, being experienced and well-knowledged in travel, recommended they continue onward.
The Prince, knowing nothing of travel, agreed.
However, somewhere in the darkness, evil was afoot. A Wedkiman named Snachi, who hated the good-heart of King Wezi, father of Prince Pidera, hexed the moon pocking its face with craters.
The moon, in its shame hid its face from the world by turning its back on all the people, leaving everything complete darkness. And as all know, the far-side of the moon never shines.
Soon everyone became lost in the great darkness. The royal caravan was no exception and they were forced to halt.
With a short time, everyone was becoming restless in the great darkness. The guides, wanting to keep them calm, suggested the caravan move on and the price agreed.
After another 72 turns of the hour-glass, the caravan was confused in its direction and the guides, who were experienced and well-knowledged in travel, started to bicker and argue between one another. They could not agree on how far they had come or even where they were.
One of guides said to the other, “You know so much – I shall leave.”
Not wanting to be out done, the second guide exclaimed, “No! I shall leave!”
Both being stubborn men, they would not give into one another. Instead they both left, neither realizing that they had abandoned the young Prince Pidera to fend for his self.
The prince, being of noble blood, did not complain, although he wished to very much. And after a while of indecision, he decided to push onward in to unfamiliar land, the Iazd of which his father had warned him not to travel.
Being of noble blood, he showed no fear, although deep inside Pidera trembled and shook. But he traveled on and in a short while he came to a forest of monstrous trees, with many arms and cold fingers.
The fingers tore at his royal clothing as they had no regard that he was Prince. Through the forest Pidera raced, not stopping for anything.
He stumbled time and again in a desperate attempt to escape the trees. Only when he came to a large clearing did he pause.
He knew he had to keep moving though or risk having the monstrous forest grow up around him. So he walked to the edge of the clearing and found he was looking down a hill.
In the valley below was scene of pure beauty; a waterfall with clear running water, lush grasses and beautiful roses. It looked to be paradise to the young Prince Pidera.
Down into the valley, the young prince dashed. At first he thought he had discovered heaven, but it quickly changed.
He laid down by the brook and drank from the clear, cool water. However it quickly turned to mud and burned deep in his throat.
Pidera jumped back from the water’s edge, only to have the grass under his feet burn like it were ablaze. And as he was tormented by the heat, the roses began to lose their loveliness and shed their petals.
Then the roses turned again the prince, wrapping themselves about his legs. Their thorniness dug deep into his flesh.
The pain was unbearable. He pulled and tugged at the vines until they gave from the ground.
Once he was loose, he ran as fast as he could, back up the hill. At the top he turned to look back into the valley and it appeared lush and appealing.
It was trap!
With nowhere to turn he dropped to his knees as started praying to Nadori for help. He had only heard of Nadori once as Nadori had stopped the great flooding of the world long ago.
“Please help me,” he cried out, “save me from this evil place.”
At the ending of his simple prayer, a bright light came from out of the darkness and lifted the young prince off his knees. He levitated high above the monstrous forest, and then floated away in what direction he could not tell.
Within a few heart beats he was floating above his King-father’s palace. The light gently placed him on the ground within the keeps walls.
“How can I repay you?” Prince Pidera asked before the light faded out.
Without a word, the light handed him a beam of itself. He was suddenly overcome with knowledge and he knew he had to go build a great shine on the highest mountain in the land.
Somehow he knew too that he had to create a reflective glass – the light called a mirror. He was also instructed to aim the mirror at the Heavens and stars.
With that the light evaporated into the darkness.
The young prince was glad to be home and the wise king was just as happy to have him home. Immediately King Wezi wished to know all his son had beheld.
“Tell me the story of your royal journey,” he demanded.
And Prince Pidera did as he was instructed.
“There is more Father,” Pidera, “I met Nadori!”
The wise king frowned, saying “My son, you have journeyed too long and too hard and need rest.”
“But Father, you must believe me,” Pidera pleaded adding, “I met Nadori in the light.”
Then to prove what he was telling was the truth, Pidera removed the beam from his belt and held it up so his father could examine it. The king took it in his hands, believing what the young prince was saying.
King Wezi then ordered his royal architects to design and build a great shrine with a great mirror aimed at heaven and the stars. Once complete, the beam was taken into the shrine.
The beams brightness caught the mirror’s reflective quality and shown itself directly upwards into Heaven and the stars. Its brightness was so great it appeared to burn a hole into the darkness.
The brightness was so great that it continues to show to this day. Prince Pidera called it the sun as Nadori had told him.
The moon was still hiding its face but had to see the sun as well. And once it looked at the new orb, it felt better for the sun had no face at all.
To this day the pair shares the skies with each other, though at times the moon still hides his face from the people. And at other times the two visit one another in order to celebrate their friendship.