“Tell me a story.” Dante ordered. The clouds hummed a bit.
“What kind of story would you like to hear, My Prince?” They replied.
“I don’t know, surprise me.” Dante giggled as any delighted child would.
“How about, The Sultans?” They paused before continuing. Soft guitar came wafting through the breeze. “Even better! Stairway to Heaven!” The music on the breeze changed, much to Dante’s amusement.
“There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed with a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.”
“What’s heaven?” Dante asked. The music stopped and the clouds seemed to bristle a bit.
“You don’t know? We thought for sure someone in your position would know.” They stammered. “My apologies, My Prince, We were out of line. Forgive us.” Dante just waved his arms dismissively and waited for what was sure to be a good story.
“Heaven is a paradise. A place where you are always at peace. They say it’s the domain of a god. I could tell you that story, but I could tell you one that’s better.”
“So Heaven’s like a tropical holiday?” The clouds started at that.
“Yes, like a tropical holiday. But what about the Star Shine, My Prince?”
“There won’t be any in paradise.” Dante said as if saying something obvious.
“You are a bright one, aren’t you?” The clouds chirped and whistled happily. “Would you like to meet? At the playground? I look like this!” The clouds formed the image of another young boy about Dante’s age. “See you there in 20 minutes, okay? Bye!”
The playground in his mind cleared of clouds and the sun shone down brightly. Scaring Dante at first but then he realized. He was only in his mind.
He slowly let himself come out of his thinking trance and breathed normally. He checked his terminal to check the weather. Cloudy all night, and still no outside travel? Dante thought. That’s wrong, it’s safe. I’m going to meet this boy. He went to the front door and got into his outer coat and stepped into his boots. He had to know how, why this boy was talking to him through his mind. And why does he think me a Prince?