The Prince

The dear prince was walking along, minding his own business in his own world, when suddenly a wizard appeared and pulled him into the uncomfortable universe full of decisions and experience. A universe where there is chaos, fire, and fights. The prince attempts to fit into these chaotic surroundings by maneuvering towards the calm and rural areas. He learned to flow past the fights and struggles of the rest of the world. His journey is far from over and this is not necessarily a recount of his story. He will speak to the wizard and then forget that he exists. His lessons on surviving in a cold and heartless world that he was pushed into can now be shared and created as time goes on. The pace will change as the world does. The higher presence is back, it is time to reveal his story.

As a lonely dandelion floats past the Prince minding his own business, he can’t help but admire its beauty. The transition from being behind him to in front of him. But the dandelion seemed to hesitate for a second, clinging onto his eyesight. It desperately clings on and he walks on. But his steps seem familiar. He sinks into his untied white Nikes and stops. His hat tilts, confused about where it is that he is even going. For his goals look ahead but he continues to think of his past reality. Everything freezes. The Prince kneels down as the air around him stops and he gasps for air. The Prince becomes desperate, cries, and feels the pain in his head. His eyes begin to phase out of the trance. Dazed and close to breathlessness he gains clarity of what he is doing. He remembers the dandelion and stands straighter. His neck poised, he knows it is time. The clock ticks and his feet emerge from his white Nikes as another dandelion floats up into the sky, in between a crevice within the clouds, and rises to the light. I must not be alone, he thinks to himself.

The Prince wanders around today, looking for small things to do here and there. All of a sudden, a light blinds him. As his curiosity takes over he approaches the entity, realizing that he was in the presence of a large two-way mirror. The blinding light was his own. The mirror revealed a story as clear as the moon.

“Once upon a time, a young kid with a lot on his mind was enjoying the fruits of living on Earth when all of a sudden, his dad sickens. The sickness is deterioration, weakness, shame. The kid acts as if nothing happened but watches his dad in pain whenever food could be smelled in the kitchen. Slowly these pickable fruits began to poison as the new generation of fruits stepped in. His dad ended up in bed one day and wouldn’t ever get back up again. It was a slow process so the kid got used to his father’s sockets deepening and cheeks caving in like craters. And as the kid turned around from picking fruit, his dad vanished.”

The light ends the story. The light has a certain presence to it as if it were smiling at the Prince. The smile seemed to recognize the story was based on the experiences of the Prince. The Prince looks down. Nothing but dirt. He looks up. Nothing but sky. He looks at his hands and feet. The light begins to fade into the treacherous sun, reminding the Prince that something must be done. Stomp. Clap. Plead. Blend in with all crowds. Laugh with everyone. Yet, none of this works. As he walks among the sheep, the lack of light grows its presence. Something had touched him then whispered off.

The Wizard looks at him then proceeds to look at his own hands unsatisfyingly. His story did not add to the Prince, he really thought that making the Prince aware of his past again would change everything. So The Wizard comes up with the idea to sneak under the Prince’s pillow to find the collection of writing left by the Prince. He begins to read in hope that his efforts are actually meaningful.

It begins...