This is a deep valley deep in the Andes, surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountains, towering into the clouds and fog. Only in this deep valley is green forests, colorful, and wild beasts occasionally appear. The sun favors it, and the light is pleasant all year round, and the people of the Sun God live here.

I have lived here for 35 years. I am a descendant of the Sun God, a descendant of the Inca Empire, a descendant of Manco Kapak and Mama Okro, my name is Ata Valpa. I have short brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, high brow bones, prominent cheekbones, bronze skin, but I have no beard.

My father is also called Ata Valpa. This name is the name of the Thirteenth Sapa Inca (monarch) of our Inca Empire. In 1533, he was killed by the Spanish.

Our home was originally in Cooks, and we began to live in seclusion here 500 years ago. According to the strange spectacle left in 1533, the Sapa Inca 500 years later will lead us to the light again. Today is June 1, 2000, and today's Sapa Inca is me.

Since I was born, the language I learned was the almost lost Kosco language, but I was puzzled but clearly knew that there were two innate languages ​​in my brain, two languages ​​that I was familiar with but unfamiliar with. I could express and write, but no one could understand. Writing here is an incredible thing for us, because we never have to write records. Our records are strange spectra, and many different knots made with many ropes.

At this time, I was sitting on the throne of the palace, my eyes involuntarily sluggishly in the distance, surrounded by thirteen bronze tung oil lamps, illuminating the whole room. The lamps were carved with my ancestors and the sun god, and our Viliako Umu (the supreme priest), who was my younger brother.

"Villiaco Umu." I spoke.

"The king is thinking about that again." He answered me.

"It's been 500 years, and the prophecy time left by the strange spectre has arrived. The language that did not belong here has shocked me and I can't calm down. And this feeling has become stronger and stronger recently."

"Your Majesty, this has always caused you to worry about this since you ascended the throne. We pray to the great Sun God every year on the Sun Festival, but the Sun God has not been able to give us a clear answer. This year's Sun Festival is coming again, and I think we should have an answer."

"I hope so. You can rest. The original sun god, my father, bless us!"

"Blessed by the sun god."

I slowly walked down from the Wangtai, holding the golden ivory sun stick in my hand. Under the escort of four warriors, I returned to the Wangyu. I have always been inexplicably sleepy recently and can always fall asleep quickly.

"Back! Return!" A thick call surrounded me. What a familiar language.

"Who are you? Where is this?" I looked around, the green mountains and green peaks, the auspicious clouds surrounded by strange palaces, and the scattered palaces. This is definitely not the deep valley of the Andes.

"The sky sets up ninety-nine strange peaks, and summons ninety-nine treasure lands. The earth sends ninety-nine auspicious life, and hides ninety-nine golden body. I am you, and you are me."

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?" The anger in my heart was about to burst out, but I couldn't open my mouth.

"You will understand." The voice went away.

"Huh!" I sat up suddenly, and the words in the dream were still vivid in my ears. I found a rope, and I don't know how many knots I tied. I wrote down the words in the dream, but I couldn't fall asleep again. The question in my heart came again: "Who am I?"

"Who can I be? I am the son of the sun. The sun god is my great father." I murmured, I cannot lose my faith because of dreams! But we are a nation that deeply believes in dream prophecies, and dreams can always bring us endless revelations.

I was wandering inside, it was dawn. The sun rose from the east again, illuminating the entire valley. I stood alone in the square of the Sun Temple.

At some point, Coya (Queen) Marinaly was already standing behind me. When I turned around and saw her, the dew had already wet her long skirt.

"The ghost came last night." She opened her red lips lightly.

"Oh?" I looked at her even more confused.

"The man was dressed differently from us. His clothes were very big, covering his feet, and followed by a beast we had never known. He told me: 'Queen, I am the son of the Sun God, the younger brother of the first generation of Sapa Inca, the brother of Manko Kapak, and the brother of all of you. My name is Verakcha Inca. Today, we come by the order of our father, the Sun God, and you will tell my brother, the present Sapa Inca, who is not just the son of the Sun God, his soul comes from a distant kingdom, so that he will not be confused or hesitate. On June 24 this year, the day of the Sun, our father will personally descend to this deep valley and answer his questions at that time.'" Her slow voice like a stream injected into my heart. I don't know whether it was her voice or her news, but finally gave me a little peace. Perhaps mission means torture.

Back at the palace, I summoned Viliaco Umu and ordered: "This year's Sun Festival is particularly grand, because our father, the Sun God, will come in person. We will choose the best black male lamb, the most exquisite grains, the freshest melons and vegetables, the most exquisite clothes and the sweetest corn wine, and use the best gifts brought to us by the Sun God to repay my father's Sun. Perhaps years of trouble will be revealed."

After giving these instructions, I did not return to Wang's roaming. Instead, I wandered around the mountains and fields. An excitement of expectation filled my brain, but there was also an inexplicable sadness lingering in my heart, as if I was about to say goodbye to this deep valley, and I always felt that I was about to leave. I wanted to see every grass, tree, mountain and water here, and hide it all in my heart.

The sky gradually became dark. I lay on the couch and looked at Marinaly who was sleeping beside me. Suddenly, I felt sad. Not only the mountains and rivers here, but also the person around me, gradually became hazy. Suddenly, my heartache was so painful that I could not breathe, my spine was bent, and I couldn't speak, just like the 100 pocket frogs in this valley were gnawing on my heart, but I couldn't speak, and I endured everything! I opened my eyes with difficulty and found that I was floating in the valley, and a powerful attraction was about to suck me away. The power was so powerful and so irresistible. And my Marinaly was kneeling on the ground, waving her hands almost madly at the sky, tears had already flown all over her cheeks. She was crying helplessly, but I couldn't hear any of her voice, and could only watch... Heartache! My heart hurts so much!

"Ah--" I finally screamed! I also sat up all of a sudden. It turned out to be another dream, but how could that heartache be so real?

Wiping the sweat on my forehead, I slowly returned to reality. Marinaly was the woman I met while patrolling the ranch. She was 16 years old and guarding the flock of our great father, the Sun God, in the Pasture. Her long brown hair was flowing around her waist, and the garlands on her head exuded an intoxicating fragrance. Her bright eyes, high nose, wearing a white long skirt, waving curved branches, was so charming. At that moment, I fell in love with her. That year, I was 18 years old, and I was already the king.

“Are you the only king?

"I am!"

"The ghost told me that I would wait in the ranch until I was 16 years old and let me be the king's woman, and he said I was the daughter of the moon!"

Without answering, I picked her up and placed her on the horse's back. I wanted to take her back to my palace and let her be the king's woman. And she laughed all the way on the horse's back.

We held a wedding, a grand wedding. The whole valley was jubilant for several days and nights. Since it was the king's woman, we had to give him the king's love, which must be the most unique and only love in the world. In this way, we loved each other, for a full 17 years.

Tears fell on the back of my hand, and I woke up from my memories. I realized that Marinaly had woken up and was looking at me with meaningful melancholy.

"King, the devil is coming to invade your heart again. Have you had a nightmare?"

"Yes, the devil is going to take me away and force me to leave my angel, and my heart hurts."

A silence.

"Since I became king, I have always adhered to the teachings of my father's Sun and his ancestors, and used kindness, wisdom and civilization to guide my people. Our people are hardworking, brave and simple. Although we are hiding in the mountains, we can be rich by ourselves and I am worthy of the son of the sun. But now the time for prophecy has come, I am trapped in endless confusion. We are shining by the sun every day. Aren't we under the light? Why do we have to move towards light again? What is moving towards light again? Do we have to let me suffer enough before moving towards light? Do we really want me to lose my angel?" Finally, I exhaled the depression in my heart these days in one breath, which also contained my anger and irritability.

Marinaly opened her mouth, as if something had come to her mouth but she swallowed it again. After a while, she said, "The unique king, perhaps, is the redemption of the soul."

I vaguely felt that Marinaly knew something, but I didn't continue to ask. It was a blasphemy to dig deep in front of my lover. After a pause, I said, "Malinaly, let's go out for a walk."

In this way, we walked speechless all the way. It was not until dawn that we returned to the gate of Wang's vagina, and she said again: "In the face of mission, we always lose something. You are the son of the Sun God, and you shoulder the mission of God, and maybe you have to bear more than others. I know you have a lot of troubles recently, don't think about it, let's live a good life."

"I love you." I kissed her lips.

In the following days, Marinaly took me to many places, including the ranch we knew, next to the stream where we were chatting, and there was a place where the horses I had taken her back buried. The signs and premonitions of getting stronger made me confused. I kept asking myself: "Who am I? Who am I? Why is me!"

Fortunately, time has finally passed day by day. June 24th is here.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!