Proud King La Urung and wise Queen W pada Ulen of Tompotikka prepared a grand event. It would showcase their daughters and the kingdom's splendor. They carefully planned a grand introduction for princesses We Adiluhu and We Datuk, hoping to impress leaders from Ale Luwu and Wewang Riu. "We must display our kingdom's magnificence!" La Urung declared, his voice echoing with ambition.
However, when the auspicious day arrived, their high expectations shattered. Only six guests graced the royal hall, a stark contrast to the anticipated throng. La Urung’s face contorted with fury. "Only this many? Do they not respect our efforts?" he roared, his pride deeply wounded. He then rashly vowed, "I shall show them the consequences of such disrespect!"
Far above, in the celestial domain of the Sky Kingdom, Datu Patoto'e observed Tompotikka’s king. La Urung’s arrogance had not gone unnoticed. "Such hubris must be punished!" Datu Patoto'e’s voice thundered, shaking the heavens. Instantly, a violent storm descended upon Tompotikka. Consequently, the fertile rice paddies withered, transforming into barren fields of weeds, heralding a devastating famine.
As the kingdom suffered, the princesses witnessed their people's despair. We Adiluhu, with a sorrowful gaze, murmured, "Is all this because of Father's actions?" We Datuk, ever practical, responded, "We cannot pretend everything is fine. We must consider what has transpired and what steps we should take." Their hearts were heavy with a growing sense of foreboding.
La Urung, finally realizing the gravity of their plight, planned an upacara tobat, a ceremony of repentance. However, just before its commencement, Queen W pada Ulen fell gravely ill and soon passed away. Her death plunged the kingdom into deeper disarray. The princesses, now orphaned and bereft of their mother’s calming presence, felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and fear for their future.
Amidst this profound chaos, Singking Wero, a neighboring kingdom once ruled by La Urung’s own brother, perceived an opportune moment. With cunning and a thirst for power, they launched a surprise attack. "Now we reclaim what is rightfully ours!" their leader declared boldly. Tompotikka, leaderless and without a clear strategy, crumbled easily under the assault.
The once grand Kerajaan Tompotikka lay in ruins, its grandeur erased by the brutal invasion. Its people, terrified and dispossessed, fled in a panic into the dense forest, abandoning their homes, treasures, and ancestral heritage. The kingdom's famed beauty and immense wealth vanished, leaving behind only the desolate silence of a forgotten past and the stark reality of utter devastation.
In the wake of such widespread destruction, the former Kerajaan Tompotikka became eerily quiet. Its once vibrant courts were now silent, and its opulent halls lay shattered. Only We Temmala, the loyal nurse, remained steadfast amidst the wreckage, her heart heavy. Beside her stood the two princesses, We Adiluhu and We Datuk, isolated and overwhelmed by the profound magnitude of their loss.
We Temmala, her voice quiet but strong, whispered, "My children, we must not abandon hope." Although grief-stricken, We Adiluhu and We Datuk found a nascent resolve within themselves. "We have endured immense loss," We Datuk affirmed, "but our spirit remains. We must learn and fight for a new future." Inspired by We Temmala, they vowed to rebuild from the ashes, nurturing an enduring hope.