Winky - The Big Sleep
Winky - The Big Sleep
* An excerpt from my children's book - Winky. Winky is a toad like any other, until he discovers that royal blood runs through his veins. He must dethrone Lord Wort, his evil uncle and murderer of his father, the king of Anura. In this excerpt from book 3, Wort has landed a temporary victory, thanks in no small part to the defection of Elmer, a former Winky loyalist. Here we find Elmer leading our heroes into exile - to a barren, cold wasteland called Antica.
Once upon a time...
Soon it was deep in December. The snows began to fall, the skies were increasingly cloudy and dark, Antica still miles away. Everyone could feel their internal clocks screaming at them, they were now overdue for the big sleep. Even the guards were dragging themselves along. By the end of December no one could go any further. The winds in the north were cruel in their unrelenting bluster. The snow was so deep that it was nearly impossible to hop. The blizzard-like conditions made it difficult to see ahead. Finally, Elmer gave in to the inevitable; they would have to stop and succumb to the big sleep. He had failed in his mission, they would not reach Antica after all.
Through the blinding snow Elmer could see what appeared to be a cave about a hundred feet ahead. He knew if they could just make it there they could sleep off the winter and no one would be in danger of freezing to death. He announced:
"Follow me and we'll all be okay,
we must seek shelter by the end of today."
With all the strength they could muster they hopped into the mouth of the cave and in an instant all fell into a deep sleep, a sleep they would not awaken from until Spring.
Sunlight. Darkness. Sunlight. Darkness. Alternating faster and faster until the sequences became like a strobe light in his mind. In the distance - Anura. Behind him - the orphanage. Toad Master calling to him, begging him to return. Momma and Papa, Sam and Grump, rising from the grave - urging him, pleading with him. But what were they saying? The voices all ran together in a confusion of noise and sound. Sound and light; lights flickering, voices like raging waters. He felt himself being pulled apart, like a garment that is easily torn in two. Then came a soft voice from afar. Becoming louder, clearer, until he could plainly hear a distinct message above the din. It was his mother calling to him, his real mother. The message was this:
"Winky, my son, your destiny is clear,
Anura is yours, now listen my dear.
Your father was king, your bloodline is true,
you will take the throne, we're all here for you!"
As the voice trailed off, that beautiful voice that he so loved, the confusion faded. Sunlight prevailed over the darkness, like dawn's victory over dusk. The voices in his head no longer ran together like competing waters. Each voice had the same message:
"We are all with you, Winky."
As he awoke from his dream and opened his eyes, Winky could hear a robin singing nearby. He took a deep breath and could sense that warmth had returned to the land. Spring had arrived.
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