dreams

“‘With chaos banished, Krynn knew peace again thanks to the sacrifices of a Kender and a knight.  Pilgrimages were made by all the races of the land to pay their respects for the unlikeliest of heroes and rather than being treated like children or thieves, Kenders were regarded with a reverence and patience they had seldom been afforded before.  Objects of love and thanks were placed at Tosselfhoff’s marker, and as the days passed they changed as deft hands picked up items they found fascinating and replaced them with assorted curiosities that had been picked up along the way.  As was fitting.  As the hero would have wanted.'”

The father closed the book, and wiped away the tear that had started a slow crawl down his cheek.  The book made him cry every time he read it and looking down he saw that his son’s eyes had glazed over too.  He smiled and his son smiled back, his small bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

“Dad, is that a real place?”

“Krynn?”

“Yes, is it real?”

He placed the book on the nightstand and leaned down to kiss his son on the forehead, then he righted himself and, with a half smile, asked, “What does your heart tell you?”

His son furrowed his brow, his face scrunching in thought.  His eyes flicked from the book back to his father’s face.  “I want to say that it is.  I want to believe it is real.  Dragons.  Magic.  Tasslehoff.  Raistlin.  Tanis.  All of them.”

“Believe then, why not?”

The child thought about the question for another moment, and then replied, “Because it can’t be.  There is no such thing as magic and dragons.”

“Are you so certain of that?  Just because this world has forgotten about them doesn’t mean they aren’t real.  If your heart tells you Krynn is a real place, then you can trust in that.”

His child’s eyes sparkled in wonder and joy, “Thanks, Dad.”

“Sweet dreams, kiddo.”  He flicked off the lamp and exited the room as his son turned to his side, pulling the covers up to his chin, and sighed contentedly.  His dreams would be sweet, filled with love and magic and the thousands of possibilities of endless worlds.

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I can’t wait to start reading the DragonLance Chronicles to the Little Prince.  I could start now, I guess, but it will mean more when he has a better understanding of the world.  In the meantime the Queen and I will stick with the good doctor (Seuss) and the other books we already read him on a nightly basis.

This was my response to this week’s Inspiration Monday Writing Challenge:

Inspiration Monday logoThe Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

IS THAT A REAL PLACE?
VOID THAT THINKS
DANDY LION
BREATHING LESSONS
BLIND DISPASSION

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Do any of those prompts jump out at you?  I’d love to read your response!  Write it, link it, and post it so we can all enjoy.

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31 thoughts on “dreams

  1. I was about to say, I can totally see you having this conversation with the Little Prince. I can’t wait for you to introduce him to these stories either!

  2. I must have been living under a rock for all these years. Is the first paragraph a quote from a book or your own brilliance? A very beautiful moment between a parent and a child. Well Done!

    • Not an actual quote – just what I can remember along with a sort of summation of the end of the book Dragons of Summer Flame – but you can’t start there, you need to start with Dragons of Autumn Twilight. 😀

  3. It is more fun to have something to believe in. This made me think of The Neverending Story. It had the same kind of magic about it.

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