This is the very first Storytime Sunday for this year. I'm quite excited. This segment will begin a new adventure (with the same characters) since the last adventure was concluded. As usual everything will be improvised and unedited.
Let's continue our journey. . .
The seasons were changing in the City of Gold along with the night sky as the planet slowly tilted from one axis to another. The smell of smoke filled the afternoon air and the sky welcomed the early presence of the softly lit moon. There was something different about today than yesterday. It was an ineffable quality that could only be sensed but not understood. Like the calm before the storm, a crisp electricity brought a buzz to the city. Something was going to happen today.
In the palace of antiquity there was an unusual silence brought on by the changing of seasons. Perhaps there was a deeper change taking place that could not be described by mere words. A change that would affect everyone.
Ricky stood, peering out of his window. The sky was a spectrum of colours and a few stars peeked through the evening curtain. His young, curious eyes scanned everything in sight as though he was giving a thorough inspection. Yet there was something deep inside of him that was just coming to the surface. As though it had been there all along, just waiting for the opportunity. A curiosity tingled inside of him, yearning to be released. More and more an urge grew that needed to be satisfied. He wanted to explore. He was tired of being inside and tired of being dragged around. He wanted independence.
In his mind a thought was beginning to crystallize to perfect clarity. He could leave. He could slip by without their notice and gain his independence without the threat of rejection. The solution was simple and easy to execute. Perhaps they would not even notice his absence. He would be quiet. He simply wanted to satiate his yearning. It was growing by the second.
Knowing it was well past his bedtime, he crawled out of bed. With the crafty silence of a ninja, the little boy opened his door and slipped downstairs. His family's attention was diverted and this was his chance. He walked straight to the front door, ignoring his bare feet and pyjamas and continued outside to venture forth into the unknown.
He didn't mind the cold stone beneath his feet or the wind that slipped down his back from his loose shirt. Ricky was suddenly happier than he had ever been. He had effortlessly left his house on an adventure and could go anywhere he liked. With each step he was agog with possibilities. Somewhere in his heart he knew which way to go and continued on his way down a brightly lit path.
Inside the palace the conversation took a pause as they all enjoyed a laugh. The mother looked at her children with such a fondness and pride that she believed it was her greatest accomplishment. Then she thought of her special treasure, her little boy, Ricky. She had to go visit him, perhaps watch him sleep sweetly. He always had such an innocent look. Slowly she withdrew from the room and climbed the stairs, eager to check on him. With each step towards his room her heart panged warmly in enthusiasm. She reached out a hand and pushed the door, ready to see little Ricky.
In less than a second she experienced the agonizing terror of her heart stopping before it crashed into the ground in a messy heap.
Where could he have gone?
Despite being dazed and broken, she came to her senses immediately and yelled, "Ricky is gone!"
She rushes down the stairs and watches as her family gathers together. "He's gone. We need to find him," she says simply, a determined force in her voice. She would find him and bring him home. Did he just sneak off in the night? Where did he go? They needed to find him quickly.
"Ricky's not home?" Arianna queried, visibly shaken by the news.
Mother looked down at Arianna and shook her head, "No, he's not". She began to pull on her shoes when she noticed something unusual, "Ricky didn't take his shoes or coat? He must be freezing!"
Clarissa followed her mother's lead and ran to her shoes, pulling them on desperately. Mother looked at Clarissa, "What are you doing?"
"I'm helping you look," she stated, her mind in perfect focus. She was going to find Ricky.
Mother looked at her two girls before addressing her oldest children, her sons. They were already dressed and leaving. She glanced back down at Clarissa and saw her sweet face marked with determination. She was not to be swayed. It was late but Ricky was missing and that was more important than anything.
"Arianna," mother addressed her young daughter, "I need you to stay here in case he comes back".
Arianna's face twisted, pain gripping her heart. "But I want to help look," she said.
"Your brothers, Clarissa and I will be looking. I need you to stay home in case he comes back," mother repeated.
Arianna looked at Clarissa, wishing she would have pulled on her shoes too. Clarissa was younger. She should stay.
"Please Arianna," mother asked gently as she picked up Ricky's shoes and coat.
Arianna nodded, accepting her role. Mother left with Clarissa as Arianna looked on painfully. Her stomach twisted in knots. She really hoped Ricky was okay.
The sky rumbled with uncertainty as clouds gathered in the distance. The storm sat threateningly on the city steps. With the last beam of sunshine diminished, the sky loomed sinisterly. The night was upon them.
(To be continued...)
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