After dinner was done and the kitchen was cleaned up, Ian finished the reading homework he had left, and then hurried down to the basement where Grandpa Bear was sure to be watching the World Series. Ian didn’t care too much for baseball, but Grandpa did, so he watched it too. That night the Cincinnati Reds won....they both looked at each other in disappointment. The Reds, in Grandpa’s stories, were always the bad guys—Grandpa was from Cleveland.
That night as Ian jumped in bed, Grandpa Bear decided he’d start a new story. This was big news because for the past year, his stories began sounding strangely familiar: There was a good guy, usually an Indian, and the bad guys, always the Reds; and after some intense battle, the Reds would all be killed and the good guy would win. Good story, but old. So Grandpa Bear got settled next to Ian and began weaving a tale that would have captivated Ian for hours....and it did, because he dreamed about it that night.
“Once upon a time,” began Grandpa, “in a land far, far away called Teague, there was a king. He was a good king, a powerful king, and a kind king. His name was King Byron. He ruled all the Land of Teague from its shore on Caspian Sea across the frosted mountains and beyond to the beautiful plains of Shiloh. He built a beautiful and breath-taking castle right on the edge of a cliff that overlooked some of the most fruitful and plenteous land ever created. His castle he named Haven, because he wanted it to be a restful and safe place away from the burdens and uncertainty of life. He built Haven Castle for his wife, Lady Tirsah. She was the most beautiful and most happy woman he’d ever seen. Her deep green eyes reminded him of the sea, the place he loved; and the tumbling locks of her rich brown hair reminded him of the wild beauty of a young colt. Her face was a portrait, each detail noticed and on purpose, yet added to the overall sense beauty. Her smile was a thousand blossoms of spring, and she was always smiling, so it was always springtime in the Land of Teague.
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I didn't know you wrote stories too! Very cool. I enjoyed reading it. I write, too, but I haven't had time to write anything but school papers and my journal when I have time.
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