I have a very hard time with creative projects. Poems, short stories, paintings, screenplays.. not only do I feel like someone is twisting my arm to create art, but I feel exposed. I’m not really one to share my poetry or stories. Not until they’re ABSOLUTELY perfect, and even then, I feel like I’ve stood naked in front of a room full of strangers. However, sometimes you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, and I had to do a creative project. Now I know I write here a lot, but this is such a different approach. It’s meant to be conversational. It’s hard to explain the difference, but I’m sure there are some of you out there who can relate, right?
Anyway, I was having a really hard time choosing what to even do with the prompt until one morning when my mom had left the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs open. Then I had it. It came to me and I finally had an idea that I could work with. Not only could I make it work, though, it was something I could create for Cameron to enjoy later on, too.
Now here’s the fun part: you get to enjoy it too! I’m spreading it out into three parts, so without further ado, part 1 of “The Young Prince and the Great Rains.”
There once was a young prince, well beloved by his kingdom for his kind nature and brave deeds. He was a very curious creature, and very clever as well. He was quite gifted in many ways, but his greatest gift was his charm. Young Prince made friends everywhere he went with just the twinkle of his eye or the flash of his smile.
No, this Young Prince was no ordinary boy, but even more extraordinary was that he was the son of giants! His mother, the queen, traveled the world over to study ancient tomes in search of adventures and new stories to tell. His father, the king, was well known for his healing skills, skills so powerful that he could heal the sick with just his words! Though his parents were giants, though, the prince was still very small, as small as any young giant would be.
Smaller still was his best friend and confidante, Toby. Toby, however, was not a giant, but a magical beast covered from nose to tail in coarse, blonde fur. Toby was not very smart, but he, too, was very kind and very protective of his friend. He wasn’t very brave, though. In fact, Toby was afraid of a great many things, but nothing scared him more than the Great Rains.
You see, the giants controlled the rains. In fact, they even seemed to enjoy them. They enjoyed them so much that they would sing and dance in them every day. But Toby was terribly afraid of them, and when the rains would start, he would hide far from the giants until they were all over.
The prince did not understand what Toby was so afraid of, though. “If it makes the giants so happy, then what could be so scary about it?,” he thought to himself. But he had never seen the rains himself like Toby had. He couldn’t have, because he was always stopped by his father’s watchful eye and the Great White Gate.
One day, the queen was off to make the rain when the king fell asleep! Now this wasn’t completely unusual; oftentimes, the prince and the king would nap together while the queen was making rain. What was so unusual about this day was that the queen had left the Great White Gate wide open! The prince was also a very curious little prince, so he seized his opportunity.
“Toby!,” he cried, “The gate is open! You can finally show me why you are so afraid of the rains!”
“But Young Prince,” Toby replied, “The rains are so scary, and the road that leads to them is so terribly dangerous!”
The Young Prince didn’t know of the dangers, but he was a very brave little prince. He asked his trusty friend, “What kind of dangers do you mean?”
Toby started to pace in circles, nervous just to talk about the path for he knew the Young Prince would not be afraid. “Well, Young Prince, first is the treacherous Path of a Thousand Steps.”
The Young Prince shook his head and laughed: “What’s so scary about a thousand steps, Toby? I can take a thousand steps, no problem!”
“These are no ordinary steps, Young Prince,” Toby said with a whimper. “These steps are so tall and steep that you must climb them on all fours!”
But the Young Prince was very brave, and unshaken by his friend’s revelation. He asked, “Is that all, then?”
Toby grew more worried with each replied, but he continued on: “Well, of course not, Young Prince. There is, of course, the Burning Fog, so thick you can’t see your own hand in front of you!”
The Young Prince was very clever, though, and he said to Toby, “Well, if we can’t see, we can instead crawl on our hands and knees to find our way through it!”
Then suddenly, Toby had a thought. He knew a way to talk him out of what he was sure would be a terrifying and dangerous quest.
“I guess you’re right, Young Prince. But I didn’t tell you the last part! You see, there is a Great Glass Wall which keeps the rains from flooding the world! We could never get past it alone.”
Toby finally sat down, quite pleased with himself as the Young Prince pondered this final obstacle. But after a few moments, the prince had an idea!
“What if we stop the rains before it starts to flood? I’m sure we can stop it in time!”
Toby was defeated. He knew the Young Prince wouldn’t be dissuaded from his quest, for he was a very brave little boy, after all.
The Young Prince began to gather his tools, when Toby stopped him and made him wait. Toby had resigned to the prince’s determination, but knew that he would need more help than he really knew.