Jonathan’s Wish (An Adventure Novel) – Book Three, Chapter One, Part Five

Jonathan’s Wish (An Adventure Novel)

(Copyright 1984, Mark D. Jones, All Rights Reserved)

Book Three, Chapter One, Part Five


The screen door closed behind them, as Jonathan and his Grandfather stepped onto the kitchen porch in the late morning sunshine.  Trooper stood up from his resting place beside the porch to greet them, and Sammy came bounding around the corner of the dairy barn after a morning of chasing rabbits in the fields.  Once Sammy saw them standing on the porch surveying the farm, he made a beeline to greet them with a leap onto the porch in full stride – crashing into them both, having not been able to stop in time.  After a hearty hug and a good rubdown of Jonathan’s adventure companion, David Alexander Spencer said wistfully, “You know, Jonathan, whenever I’m back at the farm I realize how much I miss it.  This is a very special place for me for many reasons.  I have a lot of memories here, some good, some sad, but that’s what life’s all about.  You have to enjoy the good times and persevere through the tough times, because that’s all you can do, just keep trying to do your best.”

“I’m glad you came back to visit, Gramps, because I’ve missed you and always like it when you visit,” replied Jonathan.  “I wish you could stay with us all the time.”

“Well, Jonathan, that’s not really possible, but I do like to stop by as often as I can.  See that treeline beyond the wheat field?  Let’s take a walk to go explore and talk, as it’s been a long time since I’ve entered that wood.  Have you ever ventured into that area before?”

The two of them stepped off the porch and started walking towards the forest they saw in the distance, beyond the swaying shafts of green wheat stalks that hadn’t quite started ripening yet.  They aimed to follow a tractor path that veered left from the dairy barn and horse barn, bisecting two neighboring fields with wheat on the left, and corn stalks almost waist high to the right.

“I haven’t, Gramps.  Sammy and I hiked into the forest beyond the cornfield and crossed Stoney Creek, and that’s how we ended up in Myllanthar.  How do you know about Myllanthar, and about the City of Talgarth and the Kingdom of Talgar?  I thought Sammy and I were the only ones that knew about them, and how did you get the same medallion and coin as I have?”

The treeline loomed larger in the distance as they drew closer with each step.  “You can’t see it yet, can you, Jonathan?”

“Can’t see what, Gramps?  Are you talking about the forest?”

“No, not the trees, I mean Myllanthar.  Can’t you see we’ve both been there not so long ago in Talgarth Palace?  I wanted to take this walk with you to begin opening your mind to all that’s possible…”

“You mean, you’re ‘Gramps’ in Myllanthar, too?” asked Jonathan incredulously, having never made the connection before.

“Of course, Jonathan – Arrydor, Illandor, Myllanthal and Gramps – I’m one and the same, my Lad.”

“But how, Gramps?  How could you be there, too?”

“The same way you could be in Myllanthar, Jonathan, except I created the world you visited.”


“Yes, and many more worlds as well, Jonathan.  That’s why I wanted to visit with you today, to teach you how to expand your mind and your horizons, in order to learn all I can teach you.  I won’t be around forever you know, and you’re the one who has the talent to carry on where I’ve left off.  One day you’ll be able to create your own worlds, too!”

“I will?  But I don’t want you to go anywhere, Gramps, I want you to travel with me on adventures forever!”

“Well, that’s a nice thought, Jonathan, but I haven’t figured that one out yet.  I do want to pass on my knowledge to you while I can, so everything I’ve learned isn’t lost, but lives on through you.”

“How is it possible to learn everything you know, Gramps, and how is it possible to create new worlds?”

“Everything’s possible on the far side of your imagination, Jonathan, you just need to know how to get there…”

With that, the two of them walked side by side into the treeline and disappeared into the wood.  They followed a narrow overgrown path that hadn’t been disturbed by anything other than deer and rabbits for some time it appeared, as it wound deeper into a rather dense stand of trees.  After a time they came upon a fallen tree and stopped to sit on the log, while Jonathan took off his backpack and removed the water bottles, fruit and chocolate chip cookies for a snack.  After a time, Jonathan asked a question, “If it’s possible to travel to different worlds and create new ones, how do I start?  I just stumbled into Myllanthar before, but can I go there anytime I want?”

“Why of course, Jonathan.  You just need to know the way, and how to navigate there.  The rest is simple, but it took me decades to figure it out.  Ever since I was a young boy, I wanted to be able to visit different worlds, alternative or parallel universes.  But even I couldn’t dream of creating new worlds myself, it’s all possible, Jonathan.”

“You know, Gramps, when I grow up I want to be just like you.  That’s my wish, Gramps, to one day be just like you…”