"It's only a stupid old man, who would care for a old man like him? I couldn't handle another day with his grin so grim, and eyes gray like a stormy day. One more day with this man will drive me to place myself beyond the mountains, too far away from this kingdom; where village people can't see a king" a young lost man trailed down a long path with his bay.
'Clink-clicka-clicka' the sound of the brownish red bay's gallop made a off beat with the man's own pace.
The man hadn't seen the bright light shinning from the sun for days. He didn't feel like people adoring him, and seeing them cry from his touch. He had found a lost trial to walk upon where no one could find him, where he could think; and find his piece of mind, just by luck.
His eyes traveled much that day, especially when a woman just his own father's fancy stopped to gaze at the handsome display.
"Excuse me young man but I'd have to say," the woman with age paused, "For a lad as fine as you, why must your face stretch longer than your companion?"
"You fool! Do you know who's grounds you creep upon? Do you know who keeps your cold willowed hands warm in the frigid winter? For I am Prince Fredricks soon to be ruler of the kingdom Victorian. If guards would spot you speaking to me here don't you know you would be killed?"
"Your father, aaah yes he's a number one gentle men, but you never seem to treat him so. I tell you what, grab my hand I'll take you to a wonderland, and don't grow a fright." she ignored his threat and gave him a cool smirk.
The young man's thoughts got jumbled and jammed, he thought about what would happen if she took him to her "wonderland". The woman's eyes glittered with golden sparkles, just that appeared to shine from the sun. Then she started to speak with a gush of joy, "I know of this place young man. With clouds so white, and the sun so bright. Who will you take with you on this lovely flight tonight?"
He stood there erect and still, with his chin held high.
"I will go alone, and if I do not return , my people in the village will emerge. With the passion in their hearts for my return. No one will rest until they find me, the special one."
His eyes widened when she took charge with full force, no one person had done that to him before of course. He opened his eyes he knew it would be a miracle to see again.
But for not even a blind man would want to regain vision to see what he saw, it was too much to handle. Even the most rugged man as himself would be bought to tears. He couldn't let the image go through to his brain, was this big plain stretch of land his kingdom? Burning trees, torn down buildings, and friends he saw with eyes staring blank in their heads.
"I order you to take me back now! This is not where I come from, are you blind? Do you see what kind of place this is?"
"No you see, this is your home. But just wait and see, the worst is yet to come, you don't have to believe me."
The young man jumped back and screamed with begging plea, when a old man took hold of his shirt. This man wasn't easy on the eyes, he appeared to be holding his life by a strand of thread. Appearing to be skin and bones, the words finally slipped from between his parched lips. 'W-wish to be free, wish to be home…I beg of you son please!"
Just like that everything was gone. He seemed to be back where he was all along. He looked around the room he stayed in to rest his head; he was home. With golden walls, and glass swans to display.
"I have to go to my father, and show him my love." the prince had a new look on life, his whole persona seemed to be altered.
He raced to the right wing of the palace filled with joy in his spirits, only for his feelings to be all torn away all in one day.
He had entered his father’s room, only to see a dreadful sight.
The King of Victorian was now dead.
Prince Fredricks gripped his fathers lifeless hands, and tried to think of words, "What a brilliant man you were, and how you raised me to be that that man. I wish you could see."
He looked from his father's stiff body with warm tears running down his face.
Not knowing how to put his feelings all in one place.
Suddenly the former King's keeper came running to see what the big talk around the kingdom was; she simply wanted to see.
If what the kingdom was talking of was true, was the king really deceased?
She held her mouth open, and looked back in shock. She didn't know what to say, she didn't think what everyone was saying actually would be true.
"Oh dear prince, you can't see this! Let me help you!"
"No, come no nearer this is my place. I will stay with my father until other men come to take him. Why don't you go down with the townspeople, you have no position here."
"My goodness dear prince. Didn't I teach you, not all things are as they appear?"
The prince looked up at her, ready to scold her for being too forward. But she didn't do as all servants did; she looked him directly in the eyes without hesitation. With golden sparkles in her eyes, it looked as if he were looking directly into the sun.
Why did this appear so familiar to him? He must have seen her before.
'Oh, my lord' he thought, he knew who she was. She somehow reminded him of the old shriveled woman that took him on that trip, that he would never forget.
Before he could speak, she tore her body away from the door she once leaded on,. She walked towards him, then closer beside the golden frames of the windows; she looked to see if the townspeople were still waiting out to hear the news. She went back beside him,
She whispered in his ear,
"A wonderland, with clouds so white, and sun so bright. Tree's so tall, and exotic animals galore. Please keep this place the beautiful wonderland it is now…instead of what you had saw once before." (Monica Hairston)