Once upon a time on the ancient lands of Java, there were two warring kingdoms. The Hindu kingdom of
was prosperous, and wisely ruled by its king, Prabu Damar Maya. Conversely, the Buddhist kingdom of
was ruled by a tyrant known as Prabu Boko, a cruel man who controlled his own people through fear, and a master of the forbidden arts. The two kingdoms were evenly matched in almost every aspect, and the vicious war raged for decades. Countless casualties fell from both sides, and the people desperately wished for a savior to end this bloody war. Soon enough, their prayers were answered through the birth of one man fated to put an end to the conflict and bring Java into an age of prosperity...
Bandung Bandawasa was a prince of Pengging, and from childhood, he knew that he was destined for great things. As a prince, his family granted him the best education the kingdom could offer. He learned the art of battle from accomplished generals, and studied the ways of the world from the wisest of sages. By the time the young prince was in his early teens, he was praised for his talents as a warrior, a sage, and a ruler. A true "golden child", in every sense of the word. Unfortunately, his talents led to him feeling extremely bored of his surroundings. The prince fought in several small skirmishes with Boko forces. Occasionally, he even fought a number of demons and phantasmal beasts during his travels. Yet none of those foes ever truly posed a threat to him. The King, Prabu Damar Maya, urged his son to use his powers for good and devote himself to help the citizens of the kingdom. For a time, the prince obeyed, and through that he earned even more praise and adoration from the masses. Even so, he still craved for more.
Bored out of his mind, and believing his training to be more than enough, the young prince Bandung Bandawasa begged for his father to allow him to fight in the front lines. He boasted on how the strongest forces of the opposing kingdom would be no match for him, and even the tyrant Prabu Boko would fall to his blade. The King was initially hesitant, wondering if perhaps his son's arrogance would spell his downfall in the battlefield. Even so, Bandung Bandawasa's pleas finally won out in the end, and the King appointed him to lead the next assault on the capital of the Boko kingdom.
True to his word, Bandung Bandawasa easily dominated the battlefield. Within a few days, the kingdom of Pengging finally attained their first decisive victory over their mortal enemies, their first decisive victory in years. Finally, the young prince cornered the tyrannical King Boko in his throne room. As a true show of his confidence, the prince ordered his men to stand down, instead challenging the king to a one-on-one duel. At this point, he expected the king to surrender peacefully, or at least to die without much effort. Yet he was mistaken. Prabu Boko laughed, applauding his bravery. Afterwards, he invoked a forbidden spell and turned himself into a terrifying, man-eating giant.
The following battle was a grueling one, even for the so-called "golden child of Pengging". Swords and spells clashed, blood were spilled from both sides, and for the first time in his life, the prince experienced what it truly meant to fight for one's life. After a long and difficult battle, the fog finally cleared; the body of Prabu Boko laid unmoving on the ground, while the young prince's body was left bloody and battered, yet barely clinging on to life. The tyrant was no more, Bandung Bandawasa emerged victorious, and this final battle marked the end of a great war spanning decades. After a few months of rest and recuperation, Bandung Bandawasa was ready to claim his rightful position as heir to the throne, and King to the newly unified kingdom of Pengging and Boko.
Such was the tale of the legendary prince of Pengging. If we were to conclude this tale here and now, surely this would be a tale no different than any other; a simple folktale describing yet another instance of good triumphing over evil, neatly tied with a perfect happy ending for our main character. Alas, this was only half the story.
The late Prabu Boko had a daughter, a beautiful princess named Rara Jonggrang. According to local traditions of the time, the newly crowned King Bandung Bandawasa must wed the princess to legitimize his rule over Boko. While he initially held no romantic feelings whatsoever towards the princess, Bandung Bandawasa soon set out to work. He finished the ongoing construction of the giant Borobudur temple, the world's largest Buddhist temple. He devoted his time and effort to restore the state of Boko following the war, earning further admiration from the people. Lastly, he showered the princess with countless gifts and riches to earn her favor. To him, this was nothing more than a simple political marriage; one that he was apathetic towards, but decided that it was necessary for the sake of the kingdom. It should have been a simple affair, save for one minor problem...
The princess was still grieving. Prabu Boko may have been a tyrant and a complete monster, but he was still a father to her. News of her father's death shook her, and she refused to leave her room even months after his death. Marriage (especially to the man who killed her father) was the very last thing on her mind, and no amount of luxurious gifts could sway her. Hearing this, Bandung Bandawasa decided to try and convince her personally, only for his advances to be swiftly rejected, without the princess even leaving her room. Now, since the marriage was nothing more than formality, there should have been many ways around this predicament. He could coerce her and toss her away the moment the formalities are over, or he could simply arrange for her to have a little "accident" down the road. Yet at that moment, he felt something else. The idea that there was someone he could not "save" through his wits or physical prowess alone weighed heavily on his mind. Bandung Bandawasa found this feeling absolutely infuriating to no end. And so, the newly-crowned King found a new sense of purpose in his life; ensure the princess' happiness. It was the least he could do after slaying her father. Even if the princess could never truly love him, he decided it would be all right. He could easily craft some explanation on why the marriage could not take place to get past those pesky traditions, but it wouldn't feel right for him to leave the grieving princess all alone.
The following few months would prove to be the
true toughest battle Bandung Bandawasa had ever faced in his life. Every day he stood before the princess' room, knocking on her door and thinking of ways to entertain her. Every day, the princess responded to his advances with curses, insults, and verbal abuse. Despite all that, he held on. Throughout this time, she challenged him to accomplish several "impossible" tasks such as slaying mythical beasts and building a well large enough to irrigate an entire kingdom's worth of rice fields in a single night, all which he accomplished with ease. Of course, some may consider Bandung Bandawasa's actions to be hopelessly obsessive, yet he did not feel that way, if anything, it was the opposite; his actions were done to give hope to the princess. After all, if he could succeed in accomplishing those tasks, that would mean that nothing is truly impossible. Surely, that would also mean that it would not be impossible for the princess to one day leave her room and rebuild her life, with or without him.
Eventually, the curses and verbal abuse subsided, and the two began to discuss their respective grievances, still separated by that door. Through that, Bandung Bandawasa began to know what sort of person Prabu Boko was, and occasionally, he began doubting his own conscience. Did he truly do the right thing back then? Even the worst monsters still had loved ones, and people they cared about, after all.
One day, having had enough of Bandung Bandawasa's single-minded persistence, Rara Jonggrang decided to leave her room and confront her insistent suitor with one final "impossible" challenge. To build 1000 temples overnight. If he could do that, she would marry him. Fail that, and he must vow to leave her alone once and for all. Confident as ever in his abilities, the young King accepted the challenge.
As expected, building 1000 temples barely posed a challenge to our hero. The moment it started, Bandung Bandawasa simply sat down and meditated. With roughly 12 hours to finish this "challenge", he conjured hundreds of demons to help him. The king casually took his time with each temple, and soon enough, there were less than 100 temples left to be built, and he still had considerable time to spare.
Unfortunately, it was at this time that Rara Jonggrang came to a realization. She was still grieving over her father's death. If his advances had taught her anything, it was that Bandung Bandawasa was by no means an evil man. He was not the heartless, father-slaying monster that she initially thought of him as. Under any other circumstances, she would gladly accept his proposal. But right now..? Ultimately, she was not ready to accept him just yet. And right now, it was far too late for her to go back on her word... or so she thought. In truth, if the two ever truly bothered to communicate the core of their respective problems, the following tragedy could have been averted, and the future could have been vastly different. Alas, such a thing was not meant to be.
And so, Rara Jonggrang came up with a brilliant idea. She ordered her maids to burn haystacks in the east, make noises, and pound rice paddies, an activity commonly associated with the morning. Her false dawn alerted a flock of roosters who crowed, mistakenly thinking it was morning. Hearing the roosters, Bandung Bandawasa's demons- who are especially vulnerable to sunlight- rapidly dispersed in fear. Afterwards, the princess confronted him. The two counted the number of temples, and it was revealed that he only built 999, with the very last temple lacking a statue to truly complete it. The princess admitted her scheme and sincerely apologized, hoping he would understand.
Under any other circumstances, the heroic Bandung Bandawasa would surely understand her concerns. Perhaps he would finally accept that he could not always force his "help" upon those unwilling to receive it. Unfortunately, things turned out differently this time around.
Exhausted, betrayed, and humiliated, Bandung Bandawasa stood in silence, at a loss upon hearing the princess' explanation. Finally, he uttered but one sentence:
"
Then why don't you finish it?"
Of course, this just
had to be the one time the gods decided to listen to him. Before he could comprehend the weight of his words, and before she had any time to react, the princess immediately turned to stone before his eyes. The final statue to complete the final temple. The sun rose soon after, proving that once again, Bandung Bandawasa had triumphed over another "impossible" challenge. But at what cost? For hours, days, and weeks following that fateful day, he spent his time looking for ways to revert the spell. His efforts ended in vain, and despite his proficiency in magecraft and occultism, none of the spells he knew could undo his greatest sin. For once, the legendary Bandung Bandawasa fell before something truly impossible.
From then on, Bandung Bandawasa devoted his life to being the perfect king, bringing a prosperous golden age to both Pengging and Boko. This was the least he could do to atone for his mistakes. He adopted the title "Rakai Pikatan" to acknowledge his role as King, and for the few decades, he ruled as a great king. Occasionally, his people spoke of how they could sense a vague sense of emptiness from their king. He ruled wisely and effectively, yet some say that he lacked humanity, as if a portion of himself was missing. Regardless, the King eventually adopted an heir. Not long after, he supposedly vanished from the annals of history. It was said that he abandoned his position to embark on an ascetic journey as a sage, although the truth is unknown.
As the centuries pass, the tale of Bandung Bandawasa and Rara Jonggrang gradually lost its meaning, relegated to folklore. The 1000 temples that decorated the plains of Java were interpreted as a place of worship dedicated to the Trimurti; Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. At the center of the temple complex stood a beautiful, almost lifelike statue of Durga. While it was deemed somewhat out of place in a temple dedicated to the Trimurti, no one seemed to know how the statue got there.