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The Most Amazing Story of King Fantis I.

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Once Upon A Time…

A Visitor at the Palace

Farewell

The Sage in the Tree

The Nothing

Pevocasso

Children

Where is the King?

Fairground

The Four

Gentle Beings

Esmiralda

Homecoming

How the Story Continues

About the author

Impressum neobooks

… there was a monarch called King Fantis I, who reigned over the Land of Pink Elephants, which many of you may know as Tuskany. It is very easy to find this kingdom on a map: right next to well-known Yeah But Country is Worrisome Country, which is no less famous, and right next to Worrisome Country lies Tuskany, which shares a direct border with India. Nobody knows when exactly this magical tale of our sad hero, King Fantis I, happened. Renowned mythologists reckon it may have occurred at the beginning of Infinity, but there are other storytellers who believe it happened around the middle of the Infinite Timeline, and quite a number of fairytale ladies insist that the most amazing story of King Fantis I came to pass towards the end of Infinity.

At any rate, the Land of Pink Elephants had a king, just like any other proper country, and a very, very sad one at that. Why, oh why was the heart of King Fantis I so heavy? What made the melody of his soul such a sad one? The king himself did not know. All he knew was that he felt so very tired, and all he really wanted to do was sleep.

He often thought about his grandmother, who had died not so long ago, and whom he had loved dearly. She had been a foundling, allegedly left on the doorstep of the aristocratic von Jokemaker family by the Pinkingese in the hope that the child would be well cared for and would grow up to lead a happy and content life. The Pinkingese were on a pilgrimage to the sacred mountain of Elephandex in the Land of Pink Elephants, and they knew that the von Jokemaker family had emigrated from the province of Pinkingesia many many years ago and gone to live in the capital of Tuskany, Pinkston Town. This also became evident in the traditional von Jokemaker family crest, which hung resplendent above the front gate, showing the proud Pinkingaria against a background of blue and white lozenges. The von Jokemakers took the child with good humour: they knew that the pilgrimaging Pinkingese were suffering great hardships and that they had abandoned the child only due to this miserable situation, with heavy heart and in the best of hopes.

The infant was named Rosy Rory von Jokemaker. She was different from all the other aristocrats, because the blood in her veins was pink, not blue.

However, the von Jokemaker family was only lower nobility, because they constantly blew it with others. Even the cheapest of jokes made them put their foot in their mouth with glee. The other aristocratic families had reputable consultants and diligent treasurers for their financial affairs. The von Jokemakers only employed court jesters, jugglers and clowns, who also tended to any financial matters on the side. Consequently, this noble family had never managed to amass any riches worth mentioning.

But why exactly Princess Rosy Rory sank into a 100-year-long sleep back when she was young, nobody in all of Tuskany would understand. Was it perhaps all that stress at Princess School, or was it merely one of these cheap tricks which the von Jokemaker liked to play?

The family was not amused at all by this incident, which is why Rosy Rory’s foster mother, Nasty Isolde, made up the story of the wicked fairy godmother and the spindle which purportedly pricked her daughter’s finger. To this day, all the inhabitants of this strange country believe Isolde’s tall tale.

None other than the noble knight Sir Humphrey Trumpet of Trumpet Castle woke Princess Rosy Rory with a kiss. He had to practice for many years and hone and refine his kissing skills to accomplish this heroic feat. So he spent hour upon hour with many a damsel for this purpose until he finally felt one day that he was sufficiently prepared for the final wake-up kiss. Only then did he set out to find the sleeping Princess Rosy Rory, confident in his victory, and kissed her awake with only a single kiss (which, however, lasted six hours and 66 minutes). It goes without saying that the two of them got married and had children. From that moment, the Princess grew roses and knew neither haste nor hurry.

King Fantis I thought about all this in his hours of sadness, but what really aggrieved him and caused him great pain was that he had lost his Crown Shine a long time ago. He roamed the palace sorrowfully and lamented, “Where, oh where has the Crown Shine gone from my head, oh alas! Woe is me, where has it gone?”

One beautiful day (while King Fantis I was busy being sad), a girl arrived at the palace gate and wanted to see the king. Just as the king’s servants wanted to send the girl on her way, King Fantis I came back from a stroll in the venerable rose garden, saw the girl, and asked her in. He inquired after her wishes. The girl answered in a timid voice, “I have never seen a real king in my life, but that is my greatest wish.”

The king laughed and said, “This wish has now come true!” But after a long pause, the girl said, “No, you are not a proper king, for I cannot see your Crown Shine, nor do I feel the power of your heart for the kingdom.” And with this, the girl went home again, and King Fantis I was left silent and sad. He was even sadder now than before. And when the pain of his sadness became unbearable, he went to see his private physician of body and soul, old Samuel Franklin Similibus. Similibus was an experienced medico who had attended the royal family for many decades with the utmost care and devotion.

He wrinkled his trunk as if he wanted to put the king’s problem into its deep wrinkles and bury it there for good. He narrowed his eyes so that he could think better. At long last, he told King Fantis I that he suspected the king suffered from a syndrome which afflicted quite a few Executive Elephants and other Gentle Beings. He recommended that the king leave his office temporarily vacant, go on a journey and try to recover his Crown Shine.

King Fantis I thought long and hard about what made his life so miserable. Of course, he still had not gotten over his beloved grandmother Rosy Rory’s death: Rosy Rory had always made him feel safe, because she was so calm and serene. But now he was out on his own. Another thing was the burden of his office which weighed down on his shoulders. He had to make all the decisions alone. He was approached with many questions that only he could answer. He felt as if the Elephants at court asked more and more of him every single day. So he worked longer hours and did things in a rush. Lately he hardly ever had the time to go for one of his favourite strolls on the palace grounds. In earlier times, he used to walk in the rose garden several times a day and stop every now and then to sniff a rose or two. But that was long gone. Now he was lacking the time for that, and he literally felt bound to his throne office. King Fantis I had learned that a good king must do a lot of things to be loved by his subjects. And he had to win this love every day anew, with ever greater deeds.