The Journey of The Prince with No Name

More than twenty-five years ago, I sat at a typewriter and wrote a story that poured straight from my heart — a tale about a prince in a faraway kingdom who longed to discover who he truly was. I titled it The Prince with No Name.

Life, as it often does, moved quickly. I married, moved houses more times than I can count, and raised two children. Somewhere in the shuffle, that manuscript was lost. For years, I believed it was gone forever — just a memory of a story once written.

And then, this year, while sorting through boxes, I found it again. The pages were waiting for me, like a long-forgotten friend. Reading it after all these years, I was struck by how timeless the story still felt. A fable of self-discovery, a fairy tale set in the magical kingdom of Avalon, a reminder that we are more than the names we are given.

Here’s how the story begins:

“Once upon a time, beyond the edges of any map, there lay the Kingdom of Avalon—beautiful as a dream, yet distant as the farthest star. Avalon could not be reached by those who sought power or gold. It revealed itself only to the worthy—hearts carrying both courage and kindness.”

What began as a story from my youth has become a gift I now feel called to share. The themes of courage, identity, and wonder are as true today as when I first typed the words.

That is why I am bringing The Prince with No Name to life at last — published so that children, families, and dreamers of all ages can step into Avalon and discover its magic for themselves.

✨ I invite you to read the story, share it, and perhaps even see a reflection of your own journey within its pages.