Written by: Danny Carmona © 2012 DC
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Once upon a time there was a prince named Logan. As a child he gave to others only to find out that so many of the children were after one thing, to gain anything of value from him because he was the prince.
As the prince got older he went on a quest to find a man worthy enough to be king alongside him. The day for Logan to take the throne was soon approaching and he hadn’t found his true love.
One day he got an idea, to disguise his handsome young face by wearing an elegant black mask that covered his eyes so that the men in his kingdom would not know he was a prince. He grabbed some black robes and out he went on his quest to find a man in his kingdom that could be his king. He was unsuccessful, what these men’s hearts lacked, was love.
The day for Logan to accept the crown from his father and become king was now a day away, which also happened to be his birthday. A man with dirty-blonde hair, shady and alluring looks came to visit him. It was Logan’s best friend Novak, who tried to convince him to give up the crown in exchange for his everlasting love. But Logan would soon find out that Novak had a disguise of his own.
The next day while the servants went back and forth inside the castle gathering and preparing for the celebration, Prince Logan walked around contemplating Novak’s words, when through a crack on the door to the nearby room he overheard Novak’s plan to take the crown and marry a princess to be queen.
Feeling betrayed, and frustrated, Logan decided to sneak out of the castle. He grabbed the black mask and robes, walked through the halls and down the stairs, passing several people who gave him odd looks. He walked for what seemed like hours, not sure where he was going or what he was looking for, but came upon a forest. Feeling lonely, he rested on a rock and noticed a shiny silver necklace attached to a miniature hour-glass. He put it on and flipped it over, watching as the sand poured down. As he got up to go back to the castle, the timer ended and out of thin air, in a whirl-wind of silver dust, appeared before him, a jester. He had a wolf mask covering his face, and his lower torso was an orange-mermaid tail. In his left hand he held a magic staff which looked like a claw holding a red heart.
Logan gazed at him in shock and bewilderment. He asked, “Who might you be?”
“I am the jester of time; I guide, when guiding is needed. Unlike a genie I can grant you four wishes.”
“Your hopes have been dashed and in your heartache, my prince, I will grant you four wishes.”
The prince thought for a second, in a moment of desperation he said.
“I wish to sleep forever.”
With a swirl of his staff a bottle appeared. And the jester said.
“Here is your wish, the potion of eternal sleep, from this day on you will be known as The Sleeping Prince.”
Logan grabbed it and drank as if dying of thirst. With only one drop of the potion left, he realized he had made a mistake. The jester like a genie was also unable to undo wishes because words, like many things in life, could not be taken back once they were said. But the prince was clever with his second wish.
“I wish that only a man with true love in his heart may wake me, with a simple kiss of true love from the heart. That man I will award a crown, and he will be my king and I his prince.”
A second bottle with a red heart and white wings engraved on it appeared, and he drank the potion of true loves kiss.
“My third wish is to test the intentions of those who try to find me.”
A third bottle appeared and he drank the potion of protection. Within seconds out of the bottle came six ghost-like animals. A white bird, a brown bear, a silver wolf, and three orange tigers, the animals scattered to different parts of the forest. At the top of the mountain cliff nearby, a castle-like tower appeared. Logan was now getting tired and sleepy, as his whole body started to pull apart into white light, before disappearing and reappearing inside the tower. Here he saw a bed; and before he had time to make his last wish, he dropped the four bottles laid in bed and fell asleep.
Many years flew by, with no sign of a hero to wake up this prince. Till one day a man with light-brown hair, and rugged good-looks by the name of Drexel, came across this forest looking for water. Drexel did not know it yet, but he was walking as a king without a crown. Walking into the forest he stumbled upon a cage, containing a very rare type of a white colored bird. He thought about the fortune he could make. After seeing the bird struggle helplessly, the man felt sorry, so he set it free. Anyone who bought it from him would just put it back into a cage, and animals were meant to be free. The bird flew happily and sat on his left arm; Drexel smiled, seeing the bird open its wings thinking it would fly away.
“Go on, fly away, and be free.”
He nudged the bird a bit trying to make it fly away, but instead it flew and sat on his shoulder and started tweeting. Drexel kept walking and started whistling along. On the ground in his path appeared a set of stairs leading to the top of the mountain. He followed it to the end, coming to a halt before what looked like a lake. There was no way to reach the other side as it was a huge distance. He walked close and drank some water when he heard the distressed moan of a bear that seemed to be stuck between two trees. He thought for a second and did not want to cross the river as his clothes would get wet and it was now dawning. So he decided he couldn’t help the poor bear. After walking away, he could not get the bear’s moan out of his head. He came back took off his clothes and red cape, setting them gently aside a rock.
While carrying his sword on his back, he swam to the end of the lake. He noticed the bird flying across the lake with ease. Finally landing on a tree branch the bird stared at him swimming not blinking at all. Drexel gave a sigh. Once getting out of the water, he took hold of his sword, and slowly approached the bear. He swung at one tree, striking it as hard as he could several times. The bear was released and gave out a huge roar!! The roar caused Drexel to stumble backwards. The bear stared at him as he lay on the ground, and then walked away. As Drexel got up, the bird landed on his right shoulder, and stayed there as he swam back across the lake. As he reached half way across the lake, the forest ground trembled and he noticed new stairs before him. The moon now slowly appeared in the night sky, as he wandered up the new stairs steps.
Drexel then came across a silver wolf. The wolf howled at the moon in the night sky. Drexel sensed the sadness in the wolf’s howl. But the wolf could not tell him in words what was wrong, with the ability to speak; Drexel could tell someone he loved them but never had. He inched closer to the wolf but the wolf gave an angry look. He sat down and waited to see if it would come to him and in the meantime built a small fire and rested. He decided to howl along with the wolf and it came closer and closer till finally he gained his trust and petted the wolf till it slowly fell asleep. At that moment it dawned on Drexel that he was getting older. Having worked most of his life he had never taken the time to find the prince or princess he had hoped to find one day. Behind him he heard the ground move and the path of stairs had extended.
The bird pecked at Drexel’s neck as if saying we need to move on. He followed the path that kept extending, which eventually turned into a beautiful marble bridge that led to the castle-like tower’s entrance. Upon reaching the towers entrance, he saw three tiger statuettes; one on each side and one in front. The tiger at the front came to life, roaring furiously as it ran towards him. Drexel quickly drew his sword, swinging it sideways as the tiger stood up on its hind legs and bit down on the center of the sword, placing one paw on each end and pushing forward on it. Drexel pushed as hard as he could, trying to fight him off, when he noticed the tiger’s hind legs were on fire. In seconds half its body was burning so bright; it lighted up the forest like daylight.
Drexel pushed forward, struggling to fight him off but every minute that passed he felt weaker and weaker. He noticed his reflection on the sword as the moonlight shown on his face; he saw himself aging rapidly second after second, his hair turned from light-brown hair to silver gray.
He now knew fighting this tiger meant he’d have to die. He was running out of time. With each breath the tiger got stronger and the sword got hotter to hold onto. Why was this tiger so furious, he thought quickly, till finally it hit him the way a comet hits a planet. It’s in the nature of a tiger to be fearless! The man decided, as stubborn as the tiger was that he’d back away. He let go of his sword and fell backwards. He felt his strength and youthfulness coming back. The tiger, still holding the sword in its mouth, dropped it and gave out a huge ROAR!!! Drexel picked up the sword and took a look at his reflection. He was back to normal but his hair remained silver just like the moon, a scar from making a choice right before death.
The tiger turned back into stone as it walked back into its place. Drexel walked to the tower’s entrance as it slowly opened. Walking deeper to a second door, he entered and found the room where Logan was laid to sleep.
Drexel walked up to The Sleeping Prince. Even with the elegant mask covering his eyes, he recognized who it was. Happy to see him, he thought to himself about the last time he had seen him.
He held Logan’s hand and tried to wake him up, perplexed as to why he wouldn’t. He looked around the floor and saw the potion of eternal sleep. Picking it up, he drank the last sweet drop. Feeling exhausted he sat down on the bench that ran along the side of the bed and rested his head on Logan’s chest with one arm around his waist till finally falling asleep.
Drexel slept for several days. During that time he was able to see through Logan’s dreams where he saw years past of his life. He was saddened when he tried to hug Logan and was unable to alter anything, for Logan could not see nor hear him. Drexel’s heart was left yearning, lost in the dreams he had been having. He sang to Logan in hopes of getting his attention the way that birds sing to their mates, when he noticed Logan turned his way but said nothing and felt only a warmth breeze.
On the last day of these dreams he walked into the castle to see Novak standing behind Logan. While Logan looked at himself in the mirror trying on the king’s crown, Novak said to him.
“You’re much too short to be king, I can be a better king to this kingdom then you will ever be, give me the crown, make me your king and I promise you my everlasting love.”
Drexel saw Logan smile at this, as he contemplated Novak’s words. Later in the dream he overheard Novak boasting about how gullible Logan was and how easy it would be to get the crown with a promise he had no intention of keeping. Drexel felt nothing but anger towards Novak. He followed Logan the next day into the forest. He heard a noise coming from behind, but too eager to see why Logan was sleeping, he did not turn around to see who else was there on that day.
“The second potion will allow only a man with true love in their heart; to break the spell by giving you a true loves kiss from the heart.”
“Logan, this is the only way to destroy your first wish, your eternal sleep, an eternal mistake. The man who flourishes will be awarded a crown, and the two of you will be future kings”
In a sudden moment, Drexel woke up with a headache. The white bird flew in excitement, for, Drexel might be the one. A few moments later he heard a voice singing to him from the halls.
“Here he sleeps, here he’s lain, and the days are turning into years.”
“There’s no time to waste.”
“Give him your hand; Give him your love, and a true loves kiss.”
“There’s something lying in your heart, other men don’t have.”
“Bring back Logan’s crown.”
“Kiss the prince.”
“You might just be the one.”
Wanting to kiss Logan then and there, hoping he could break the spell, Drexel sang.
“Love lies dormant in his heart”
“I’ll bring back his crown.”
“I will kiss the prince.”
“I will be the one.”
Drexel then proceeded to walk out the towers entrance now filled with sunlight. Back in the kingdom, a guard, rushed to see Novak in shock that someone had managed to enter the castle. Previous princes and princesses, messengers and guards, peasants and servants, had all tried over the years to enter the tower, but many failed and the few who got to the tigers never came back.
“King Novak!” said the guard.
“Someone has entered the tower!”
Even though many people tried to reach the white tower, and failed, there was only one other person who had ever entered it before Drexel.
To be continued…
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