Chapter 1: The Boy Who Rode Bees

In Kasooli, a village cursed with eternal dusk, the sun had long been outlawed by King Ruganzu. People learned to plant mushrooms and fear brightness. But in that village was born a boy, nameless at first, for names in Kasooli were given only when a child proved useful.

The boy wasn't strong. He wasn't tall. But his dreams could bend rivers.

He spoke to birds. He tamed bees. And when he turned ten, he built a glider from banana leaves and wax, leaping from the roof of the Moon Palace, screaming, “I want to see what the sun is hiding!”

The elders called him cursed. But in truth, he was chosen.

At sixteen, the boy received a dream. In it, an old hare named Mpaka told him:

“The proud will stumble. The clever will wander. But the dreamer must journey, beyond pride, beyond thirst, beyond kings and forgotten wolves.” And so, the boy left Kasooli.

On his path, he encountered strange signs.

A cow stumbling in the dust, begging water from a clay pot held by a hare.

A wolf guarding the ruins of a temple, her eyes older than language.

And behind it all, a whisper: “To walk among stars, you must first crawl through dust.”

This was no ordinary journey. He was being watched, not by kings or gods, but by ideas. By fate itself.

And as he passed the mountains of forgetting and the forests of memory, he began to change. He learned languages no one taught. He felt time bending. He saw future versions of himself, wearing robes, sitting among pale men with cold bread, laughing in a tongue that didn't belong to his ancestors.

Still, he walked. Always forward. Always toward something... impossible.

What Happens Next?

The boy has stepped beyond the familiar shadows of Kasooli – will he first face a challenge of memory, a test of identity, or an encounter with a creature that holds the keys to his past?

What will happen next? The choice is yours.