The Young Prince

The young prince

"The Young Prince"
The young prince lived in a castle. The ancient fortress was magnificent, ornate, built with huge granite stones - filled with beautiful furniture, gorgeous jewels, splendid arms and armor, wealth, and other riches beyond compare. Its library was vast and had more books that a year has seconds. There was everything needed to keep him entertained. Outside its walls was a large splendid garden with beautiful roses and fields of colorful flowers of all types.
But the prince was alone, he searched in vain for other young people but there was no one to be found. And the prince tried many times to leave but he found he couldn't.
He would walk out and keep on walking until day became night. And the blue sky was replaced with a black shroud filled with bright starry pin holes. 
But when he fell asleep he found himself right back in his ornate chamber bed.
Once he walked for seven days and nights. He walked til his feet bled. He ran, he walked, he crawled until he could not go on anymore and then he collapsed. When he opened his eyes - he was in his soft cosy bed again, back in his glorious empty home.
Many years later, the prince found a baby boy in the garden, asleep among the vast ranunculus flower field. Amazed, he took him in and raised him up, teaching the boy all he knew. Then, unexpectedly, the prince died; and the young boy and castle mourned for him. All the flowers in the garden withered and a mighty wind carried their petals in a whirlwind, scattering them. The heavens opened, the sky grew dark, and it rained, and rained, and rained.
And then the boy knew what he had to do.
He took the crown of the dead prince, and placed it on his own head. He said, "Let my reign commence." The rain stopped as if on command, the sun shone, and the flowers bloomed. And everything was right again, the castle was happy once again.
But the young prince wept.