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Week 319b: Prince Dustin's Adventure, part 2
(real tale: The Fire Bird)
"It seemed unfair that he be a prisoner in his room, when even the guards of his prison had gone to join the celebration." Brock begins as he arrives onstage, reminding the audience where he left off the previous week. "The city was a blaze of color, light, and sound; but the gardens below seemed to be deserted. This was his big chance to escape!"
He the reveals how Prince Dustin escaped. After going back inside the apartment, he looked around for something--anything at all--that could serve as a rope. There were heavy hangings falling from the high ceiling: he obviously couldn't pull those down. Then he saw the carpet, and he realized that he could make a rope out of that."
"Oh"s fill the air as Brock continues describing the escape. "He found a knife, and ripped many long threads from the edge of the carpet. When he had enough, he set to work making a thick rope--by the time he finished, it was nearly a hundred feet long. Then he tied one end to one of the pillars supporting the roof, and let the rest of it fall down from the window. By the light of the full moon overhead, he could see that the end of the rope reached as far as the branches of a tree growing at the foot of the tower."
The lights dim a little to mimic the moonlit scene Brock described. "By this time, it was past midnight, and the garden below was just as silent as the city outside was loud with celebration." Brock explains. "As Prince Dustin climbed over the windowsill and climbed down the rope, he didn't know or care how he was going to get back in again; just getting away from his prison was more than enough.
He continues "Eventually his feet touched the topmost branch of the tree, but there was rope to spare; so he kept climbing until he was able to grab a branch thick enough to support his weight, and then climbed down to the ground from there."
Applause fills the auditorium at the prince's cleverness. "There was not a soul in sight." Brock intones, quieting the applause. "The guards were all away celebrating in Prince Dustin's honor. Although he was still technically a prisoner within the garden walls, he was enjoying his adventure and the sense of freedom to wander, even in the gardens."
The lights brighten to reveal a kind of garden set, to some awed murmurs. "He made his way along the pathways where the moonbeams strayed. He savored the cool night air, and every so often paused to pick a flower growing near the path." Brock explains. "He eventually came to a hill at the edge of the garden, where he knew a steep cliff overlooking a valley was. Before his father had locked him away in the tower, he had always been forbidden to approach that end of the garden, and he had never done so; but now his curiosity led him on, and he continued along an avenue of overarching trees. But it soon grew so dense and dark, that he was about to turn back, when suddenly, he spotted a misty light beginning to grow brighter and brighter at the far end of the path."
Piqued murmurs go up as Brock continues describing the ethereal scene. "Eager to find out where this light was coming from, he hurried on, and soon arrived at the mouth of a large cave, which, inside, was as bright as the daytime. He peeked from behind a rock; and there, in the center of the cave, a magnificent phoenix was standing there, getting ready to fly through the entrance overlooking the valley. It was stretching its neck and flapping its wings; and, from every feather of these, flashed embers and sparkles of light, illuminating the whole cave. In the center of the cavern floor was a crystal pool, where a broad cascade tumbled from, almost like a flowing veil, and the strong light shed by the phoenix shone through this on to the rock behind it. There Prince Dustin spotted an oval picture, framed in crystal, and hanging behind the transparent cascade - a picture of a beautiful princess. As he looked, her eyes met his."
"Ooh"s fill the room as Brock goes on "Prince Dustin was immediately filled with a great longing to find the subject of this portrait, but it seemed that his only way of doing so was through the help of the great phoenix, which was looking at him as if to say 'Don't you want to come fly with me?' It was then he recognized the phoenix as Moltres, the Herald of Fire."
Cheers fill the air at Moltres' appearance. "Prince Dustin signaled Moltres that he wanted to find the princess--the very Princess Oriana he had been foretold to meet years before--by pointing to the picture." Brock continues. "At this, Moltres spread her wings until the tips brushed against each side of the cave, the feathers quivering intensely and creating a bright flash of fire which almost blinded Prince Dustin."
Giggles fill the air at this. "Then Moltres signaled to our hero to climb on her back. It goes without saying Prince Dustin eagerly climbed aboard." Brock smiles. "In a moment Moltres soared from the cave, and they were soon sailing high over the valley. Some revelers in the city looked up and saw what they thought was a shooting star; but it was really Moltres taking Prince Dustin to the palace of Princess Oriana, just as the seer of the desert had foretold so long ago."
Some applause goes up as Brock goes on "How many miles they flew between the darkest hour and dawn, I don't know. Nestling warm and comfortably among the soft red and orange feathers, Prince Dustin heard the whoosh of the great Pokemon's wings, and knew they were going at a tremendous pace."
He intones "Finally, Moltres, circled in to land, and Prince Dustin saw the great gates and towers of what seemed to be a palace of pure crystal, surrounded by beautiful gardens. Moltres landed on the edge of a broad balcony, and crouched down for Prince Dustin to dismount."
He smiles "The journey had not been in vain. There, on a mossy bank among the beautiful flowers in the garden, he found Princess Oriana fast asleep; and, as he looked down at her, he saw that her face matched the one he had seen in the portrait. He tried to wake her, but her sleep was sound; she did not stir.
He interjects "So how did Prince Dustin awaken Princes Oriana? I will tell you more next week!"
"Aw"s and applause fill the air as Brock takes a bow...
Week 319b: Prince Dustin's Adventure, part 2
(real tale: The Fire Bird)
"It seemed unfair that he be a prisoner in his room, when even the guards of his prison had gone to join the celebration." Brock begins as he arrives onstage, reminding the audience where he left off the previous week. "The city was a blaze of color, light, and sound; but the gardens below seemed to be deserted. This was his big chance to escape!"
He the reveals how Prince Dustin escaped. After going back inside the apartment, he looked around for something--anything at all--that could serve as a rope. There were heavy hangings falling from the high ceiling: he obviously couldn't pull those down. Then he saw the carpet, and he realized that he could make a rope out of that."
"Oh"s fill the air as Brock continues describing the escape. "He found a knife, and ripped many long threads from the edge of the carpet. When he had enough, he set to work making a thick rope--by the time he finished, it was nearly a hundred feet long. Then he tied one end to one of the pillars supporting the roof, and let the rest of it fall down from the window. By the light of the full moon overhead, he could see that the end of the rope reached as far as the branches of a tree growing at the foot of the tower."
The lights dim a little to mimic the moonlit scene Brock described. "By this time, it was past midnight, and the garden below was just as silent as the city outside was loud with celebration." Brock explains. "As Prince Dustin climbed over the windowsill and climbed down the rope, he didn't know or care how he was going to get back in again; just getting away from his prison was more than enough.
He continues "Eventually his feet touched the topmost branch of the tree, but there was rope to spare; so he kept climbing until he was able to grab a branch thick enough to support his weight, and then climbed down to the ground from there."
Applause fills the auditorium at the prince's cleverness. "There was not a soul in sight." Brock intones, quieting the applause. "The guards were all away celebrating in Prince Dustin's honor. Although he was still technically a prisoner within the garden walls, he was enjoying his adventure and the sense of freedom to wander, even in the gardens."
The lights brighten to reveal a kind of garden set, to some awed murmurs. "He made his way along the pathways where the moonbeams strayed. He savored the cool night air, and every so often paused to pick a flower growing near the path." Brock explains. "He eventually came to a hill at the edge of the garden, where he knew a steep cliff overlooking a valley was. Before his father had locked him away in the tower, he had always been forbidden to approach that end of the garden, and he had never done so; but now his curiosity led him on, and he continued along an avenue of overarching trees. But it soon grew so dense and dark, that he was about to turn back, when suddenly, he spotted a misty light beginning to grow brighter and brighter at the far end of the path."
Piqued murmurs go up as Brock continues describing the ethereal scene. "Eager to find out where this light was coming from, he hurried on, and soon arrived at the mouth of a large cave, which, inside, was as bright as the daytime. He peeked from behind a rock; and there, in the center of the cave, a magnificent phoenix was standing there, getting ready to fly through the entrance overlooking the valley. It was stretching its neck and flapping its wings; and, from every feather of these, flashed embers and sparkles of light, illuminating the whole cave. In the center of the cavern floor was a crystal pool, where a broad cascade tumbled from, almost like a flowing veil, and the strong light shed by the phoenix shone through this on to the rock behind it. There Prince Dustin spotted an oval picture, framed in crystal, and hanging behind the transparent cascade - a picture of a beautiful princess. As he looked, her eyes met his."
"Ooh"s fill the room as Brock goes on "Prince Dustin was immediately filled with a great longing to find the subject of this portrait, but it seemed that his only way of doing so was through the help of the great phoenix, which was looking at him as if to say 'Don't you want to come fly with me?' It was then he recognized the phoenix as Moltres, the Herald of Fire."
Cheers fill the air at Moltres' appearance. "Prince Dustin signaled Moltres that he wanted to find the princess--the very Princess Oriana he had been foretold to meet years before--by pointing to the picture." Brock continues. "At this, Moltres spread her wings until the tips brushed against each side of the cave, the feathers quivering intensely and creating a bright flash of fire which almost blinded Prince Dustin."
Giggles fill the air at this. "Then Moltres signaled to our hero to climb on her back. It goes without saying Prince Dustin eagerly climbed aboard." Brock smiles. "In a moment Moltres soared from the cave, and they were soon sailing high over the valley. Some revelers in the city looked up and saw what they thought was a shooting star; but it was really Moltres taking Prince Dustin to the palace of Princess Oriana, just as the seer of the desert had foretold so long ago."
Some applause goes up as Brock goes on "How many miles they flew between the darkest hour and dawn, I don't know. Nestling warm and comfortably among the soft red and orange feathers, Prince Dustin heard the whoosh of the great Pokemon's wings, and knew they were going at a tremendous pace."
He intones "Finally, Moltres, circled in to land, and Prince Dustin saw the great gates and towers of what seemed to be a palace of pure crystal, surrounded by beautiful gardens. Moltres landed on the edge of a broad balcony, and crouched down for Prince Dustin to dismount."
He smiles "The journey had not been in vain. There, on a mossy bank among the beautiful flowers in the garden, he found Princess Oriana fast asleep; and, as he looked down at her, he saw that her face matched the one he had seen in the portrait. He tried to wake her, but her sleep was sound; she did not stir.
He interjects "So how did Prince Dustin awaken Princes Oriana? I will tell you more next week!"
"Aw"s and applause fill the air as Brock takes a bow...