| Subject: Like Father, Like Son: Sequel to the Library, Chapters 3 & 4 |
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Date Posted: 19:29:36 12/03/01 Mon
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Jaron
's message, "Like Father, Like Son: Sequel to the Library" on 19:17:10 12/03/01 Mon
Like Father, Like Son: Sequel to the Library, Part Three
May 25, 1998
Rene snuggled closer to me while listening to my story. I folded the seat arm up so I
could put my arm around him and to draw him closer. I continued with the story....
Even while the queen was plotting against them, the brave prince and his beloved
princess lived happily with their young son. They often took him to a magical place
where one of the village women would read to Rene and send wonderful books
home with him which his parents would read to him. They continued their happy
lives together and the brave prince was often away from home fighting the queen’s
battles for her. But the queen wasn’t satisfied. She wanted the prince to concentrate
more on the battle and less on his family.
One day, the queen sent the prince and princess away on a mission to fight one more
dragon. While they were gone, she took the young prince far away from his home
and gave him to a childless couple in a remote part of her kingdom.
When the prince and princess returned home, the queen told them that their son had
died and since it was not known when they would return from their mission, the
young prince had already been buried so they could not see him one last time to say
goodbye. They were grief-stricken and very, very sad.
The prince and the princess were inconsolable in their grief. All the princess could do
was look at the prince and cry. The brave prince began dressing only in black in
mourning for his lost son.
The queen’s plan had worked. The prince, now called the dark prince, became totally
focused on killing the dragons and tried very hard to harden his heart so nothing
could ever hurt him again. He fought even harder to rid the land of the dragons. The
queen smiled her cold smile, but the smile never reached her eyes.
The princess was still very sad, but she continued to join the dark prince in his
battles, but one day, the princess was lost in a battle with a particularly evil dragon.
Of course, the prince blamed himself when he lost his princess. He shut himself off
from everyone he cared about.
Everyone, that is, but the village woman who had read stories to the young prince. He
started visiting her, often listening as she read stories to the children of the village
where she lived. For a few minutes while listening to her, the dark prince felt peace
and he could live again with something that the little prince loved. He could imagine
holding his son in his arms once again. His wonderful green eyes would glisten with
unshed tears as he dreamed that he was back with his son and his beloved princess.
The village woman tried her best to comfort the dark prince because she felt like the
prince and his lost family were her family also. She tried to draw him out of his
depression, but he wouldn’t be comforted. One day when he was visiting the village
woman, the evil queen followed him to see what was diverting his attention from the
dragons. When she saw where he was going, what he was doing and who he was
seeing, the cold-eyed queen once again started plotting.
Like Father, Like Son: Sequel to the Library, Part Four
May 26, 1998
I smiled down at Rene as he continued to listen intently. “Are you getting sleepy,
Rene?” I asked.
“No, I want to hear the rest of the story. It’s about me and my Mommy and Daddy,
isn’t it?” he whispered. “Please, Grace, finish the story.”
And so I continued the story....
The evil queen went to the village woman and discussed a proposition with her. If the
village woman would move far away, and stop seeing and trying to comfort the dark
prince, the queen would resurrect the young prince from the dead and would give him
to the village woman to raise. At first, the village woman refused. It was wrong to
take a child from his parents, she told the queen.
The queen smiled and asked the village woman if it was better for the young prince to
remain dead and for the dark prince to be consumed by the dragons that he fought?
The village woman thought about the queen’s threat and finally made her decision.
“Yes.” she told the queen, “ I will adopt and raise the young prince, but only if you
guarantee our safety and the safety of the dark prince as well.
The queen assured her that the dark prince would be safe, as safe as one can be when
fighting dragons. After all, a dragon killer whose only focus was on the fight would
be safer in his quest to slay the dragons.
So, it wasn’t long before the village woman prepared to move far away from the dark
prince who she had come to love as the son she had never had. She took the young
prince and moved away and kept him safe from the cold-eyed queen.
I finished the story by looking down at Rene, searching his green eyes for an
understanding of the story.
He was quiet for a few minutes, and then looked up at me from under his long lashes
so like his father’s. “My Daddy thinks I’m dead and my Mommy really is dead, isn’t
she? he asked.
“Yes, baby, that’s right.” I whispered.
He closed his eyes tightly and then fumbled with his seat belt as he unbuckled it,
climbed into my lap and snuggled into my arms. Rene cried silently until the pilot
announced that we would be arriving at our destination in 20 minutes.
“Will I ever see my Daddy again, Grace?” he finally said, sniffing and rubbing his red
eyes to wipe away his tears.
“I don’t know, Rene, I just don’t know,” I told him while trying to keep my own tears
from overflowing. “Just remember that he loves you very much, and that will never,
ever change, Rene.”
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