A Lithuanian Freedom Fable

Escaping Parental Penance

In one’s night marish dream like metaphoric imagination, a youthful individual’s elders were condemned to an island when affluent power players’ laughter, would not turn off their immature behavior. Nearly one hundred years to the day, an unbelievable sentence was carried out when Kalinys, parents were put into shackles and brought to a barren oasis, floating in the diplomatic channel.

Once dumped, metal constraints were removed and a politically correct, kind ‘good luck’ verbal gesture was granted to the young newlyweds, just starting a committed lifestyle. Watching the revengeful jealous captors sail away, the two peered into each other’s eyes and made a life-long promise strengthening their vows exchanged underneath the Roman Catholic symbolic cross, a short time before the horrible events occurred condemning them for eternity.

During the summer months they fed on the wildlife and vegetation, passing the torture test handed to them with flying colors.

As daylight faded loving husband Neteisingai Nuteistas encountered a castle distracting his dinner hunting chores. Featuring sun glaring heated rooms, the enchanting landmark also boasted a scenic outlook where the romantic pair could monitor the bragging lights brightening their enemies hypocritical entertaining skyline lifestyle.

“Istikimas,” Neteisingai called his wife luring her to the spot where they could quietly spy triggering an angry weather event turning puffy clouds dark and temperatures bitter.

“We better go downstairs, Neteisingai,” Istikimas suggested, “stay warm.”

Hunkered and locked down, a boy arrived taunting greenish blue eyes and proudly the couple raised the rapidly maturing lad until adulthood. Teaching the offspring basic survivor skills and how to communicate properly parental duties were fulfilled welcoming a friendly invading frigid spell, convincing their soul to release them into another dimension.

“For a whole century our world here was a frozen tundra,” ageless Kalinys, granted more years along with a timeless appearance thought, strategically perched overseeing the outlook point, noticing a comfortable setting approaching, due to the shining rays. Months passed and the elderly adolescent continued the tradition, counting the captive days, understanding destiny’s reasoning behind its dictation scripted line, ‘follow my path, fall asleep and never wake up’.

Quickly the surroundings changed when the ice separating the attitudes melted and soon the area transitioned, now resembling, a tropical landscape, removing the wintry image. Finally, Kalinys left the royal confines discovering a sandy setting where an alligator stood still, “what are you? My mother and father?” Kalinys asked only to have a snapping response. “Well, be that way and all you will be remembered for is your baggage.”

Peering out over the placid oceanic crystal lake Kalinys spotted a fin, “are you a kind peaceful dolphin? Or man-eating predator shark?” He wondered seeing the active social civilization still teasing and tempting a mile away.

“You know I bet I could swim across this pond,” Kalinys told the alligator who answered, “stakes are high, dolphin or shark. You in,”

Turning his head Kalinys smiled, “truly alive or a soulful meal filled with human nutrients.”

“I guess either way, you will be at peace,” the gator concluded.

Twenty-four hours ran its course, and the blazing fireball returned, replacing darkness, Kalinys dressed properly wearing respectable aquatic attire, confronted the challenge.

“What are you doing here?” Kalinys inquired, noticing the alligator.

“No worries, had breakfast this morning, just seeing you off.”

Giving him a thank you nod Kalinys proceeded entering the tranquil setting performing all the swimming strokes. Clocks ticking away, allowing his journey to continue only surrendering the feat when a fin emerged hinting Kalinys, ‘tread water’.

“Who are you?” He angrily questioned, attacking the interruption.

“I am Laisve, grab hold, and you will be free,” the Dolphin responded.

Taking the offer, Kalinys soon moved much faster transported at a much higher speed. Then receiving a sensitive drop off, Kalinys bodied surfed towards the land, kissing the beach, reality spoke to him, ‘you are now independent, innocent of any descendants charges’.

The Royal Meeting

Given a wave, Kalinys relished the body surfing experience after being dropped off sensitively by Laisve, dolphin transportation. Hitting the beach with catapulting speed, Kalinys felt a warmth greeting from above, until a dark shadow invaded the restful moment.

“King Wizard wants to see you,” a deep voice requested.

“May I ask who you are?”

“Zakias Milzinas, the green giant,” the larger-than-life character replied, “King Wizard wants to talk to you now, so either I can pick up or you can follow me.”

Deciding on the latter Kalinys tried keeping up with the huge marcher, “you are moving too slow,” the knightly guard told him and instantly Zakias Milzinas lifted the smaller Kalinys, placing him on his shoulders.

“I can see a castle,”

“That is where we are headed,” Zakas Milzinas informed the guest.

Soon the pair arrived, pausing when the drawbridge lowered its welcoming mat. “Go,” Zakias Milzinas instructed, “down the hard wood hallway, King Wizard is there waiting weaving baskets.”

Breaking into a slow jog Kalinys quickly confronted the royal, sitting upon his throne shooting the bull.

“I want my steaks rare tonight,” he demanded putting a bullet through the animals eyes before seeing Kalinys approaching,

“Kalinys you finally came across the pond,” King Wizard commented.

“Yes, your highness, my parents are in another dimension I am hoping the fifth and,”

“I understand your plight” King Wizard comforted, “welcome to shy town, the second city, where one nice wind gust could send you to cloud nine.”

“Why are you the second city?”

“They say the empire state came first,” King Wizard shrugged his shoulders.

“Mom and Dad, grew up with an empire state of mind.”

“I know,” King Wizard notified, “you arrived they did their job, reproduced kept society going during a harsh cold period.”

“Yes,” Kalinys confirmed, “on our island we had a beautiful garden filled with healthy apples.”

“That is right kid, enjoy your time here finding yourself,” King Wizard advised, “but you are going to have to learn our style game, it’s different from the isolated survivor.”

Disappearing into rich retirement, Kalinys once again felt alone, needing a trip outdoors to breathe fresh clean air.

Before finding the door, a whisper distracted the maturing individual, “excuse me,”

Seeing an attractive young lady Kalinys propped up in a simple chair, wearing all black, except for white socks smiling. “yes,”

“I am Princess Mystic, and I have a gift,”

Taking back at first Kalinys investigated, “Princess Mystic?”

“I have this fedora, for you to put on,” she explained, “it has magic, and it will guide you in your quest to find out who you are in life.”

“Such a nice, chapeau,” Kalinys responded.

“It is not a chapeau,” Princess Mystic gritted her teeth, “it’s a fedora.”

“Sorry,” Kalinys apologized accepting the kind gesture.

“Go now, make us proud,” Princess Mystic instructed and Kalinys headed out embracing change competing on the second city shy town staged court.

Kalinys Got Talent

Leaving the castle, after a confidence booster shot, filled with adventurous spirit, Kalinys took the present he received from Princess Mystic, putting the magical token to work. Relaxing peacefully on a green park bench, placing the fedora on his head, Kalinys felt a single sensation when lyrical electricity flowed through his body sending a creative musical message.

“Things have changed,” he thought clearing his throat, “I am no longer a prisoner trapped with water all around me.”

A few minutes later a gentlemen, dressed in black except for white socks and carrying baggage attached to a stick, entered the scene, “you are in my spot,”.

“And who are you?”

“My name is Kin, and I am a proud Hobo,”

“What is a Hobo?” Kalinys inquired.

“It is someone who has been a puppeted, paupered, pirated, poeted, pawned and King me,”

“What type of life is that?”

“One where I did it all my way,”

“Did it work?”

“Well, I am still Hoboking to this day,”

“What is Hoboking?”

“It is not being in an Empire State of mind or second city shy town,” Kin paused, “it is a little bit of both, you have to use the bridge to cross over troubled water.”

“Sir,” Kalinys expressed, “I swam from the island, over there, the one that looks like a rock.”

“Then you will have no pain, kid, wear that fedora with pride,” Kin advised.

Heeding the suggestion, Kalinys strutted down the dirty boulevard finding a recording studio decorated with apples and went inside, to his surprise Princess Mystic sat there behind the control panel.

“Well, Kalinys, you found our little hideaway,” Princess Mystic exclaimed, “microphone is set up.”

Following her pointed finger Kalinys belted out a tune.

“How does it sound? Princess Mystic,” King Wizard standing behind her, curiously requested.

“We are good to go,” she replied.

Months later Kalinys’ song topped the charts blaring all through the kingdom earning favorite status. Princess Mystic received a phone call from the Empire State of Mind while dining on a yellow submarine sandwich.

“Yes, this is music, you like that number, and you want to know who it is,” Princess Mystic tried to clarify, “well it is Kalinys and he’s got talent.”

At that moment silence graced the conversation and seconds later, a full apology pardon came from those who persecuted Kalinys’ family unit scripting Princess Mystic’s reply, “well that’s life,” knowing she had a hit on her hands.