The Royal Triangle Resort

Since time paid attention to certain things, ‘the Promise land' has always been defined as an eastern middle beacon, but a neighboring forgotten area grounded in knowledge waiting backstage not complaining about lack of spotlight attention haunted the intellectual discussion.

Three academic graduates, carrying the same vein issue types, proudly succeeded, finalizing local University curriculum obligations, preparing the new adults for real predator prowling battles, setting sights on confronting what needed to be solved.

“Let’s run a resort,” suggested Prince Falkland, “isolate the escape haven, hide it between deep forest tree guards where visitors can only see through timber after accomplishing our requested tasks, leaving, understanding their clear path,”

“Yes, strengthening common bonds will energize the sanctuary, streaming our RO Positive flowing blood type, comforting them, ensuring guests we still utilize precious spiritual guiding lights,” Princess Canary agreed.

“Blessed, charming personalities,” Jester Donnie Dandy added.

A few years passed, blueprint realities emerged, and the trio formed a triangle, “one side is for education,” Prince Falkland announced.

“Another health care,” Princess Canary remarked.

“And the third culture,” Jester Donnie Dandy completed the theoretical geometry theory.

Concluding their Kingdom plot land may be small, holding a symbolic powerful message, peacefully cemented; they waited patiently, until a booked stranger arrived, believing his societal contribution, helped people. According to classroom credentials, Dr. Granada skillful surgical talent, profited after lecturer investment interest earned dividends from the collegiate hallowed halls.

Following a high tension filled winter semester, Dr. Granada decided a break was needed and ventured off campus, finding a student friendly advertisement brochure, promoting ”The Royal Triangle Resort”.

“Culture, education and health care,” Dr. Granada murmured, “this is right down my alley.”

Continuing an uncharted maturing pondering journey, despite living through a delusional frustrating episode, not fulfilling all his needs, Dr. Granada hiked the marked trail. Suddenly, appearing “The Royal Triangle Resort” neon glowing signs, illuminating, a three-sided shaped castle inspired retreat, servicing those searching for diplomatic answers.

“We have a reservation,” a female’s shout broadcasted, reassuring the watch tower.

“Yes, an expected guest,” Prince Falkland responded, addressing his sister’s announcement, signaling Jester Donnie Dandy lower the gate, creating a bridge over the babbling brook.

“Don’t you hate it when babbling brooks bubble?” Jester Donnie Dandy casually mentioned.

“I had a student named Brooke and she babbled,” Dr. Granada paused, “how did you know that?”

“We are royals,” Prince Falkland added.

“Proprietors to the lovely, triangle,” Princess Canary welcomed, “dinner is at seven PM, sharp.”

A short time later, Dr. Granada came out dressed for an elegant evening, enthusiastically ready and prepared to present his living portfolio.

Positioned at each vertex the founders assembled, forming a pyramid, “are you enjoying your stay?”

“Yes, I am,” Dr. Granada properly answered.

“I see you are a medical professor, over at the local learning center,” Prince Falkland referenced.

“He worked both in health and education, brother,” Princess Canary defended.

“You know how to dance around things,” Jester Donnie Dandy joked, citing manipulating bodily function mobility, “and if you lecture, you need acting capabilities or everyone will snooze away.”

“But JDD, can he belt out a ballad?” Princess Canary remarked, “well, can you? Dr. Granada,”

“As the Jester humorously commented, I can act and dance.”

“But Dr. Granada, can you sing?”

Staying mute, Dr. Granada listened, “tomorrow morning we will meet,”

“Where?”

“The recording studio.”

When the sun appeared the next day, Dr. Granada stood promptly, “I have the keys,” Princess Canary alerted.

“I was going to give you another fifteen minutes or twenty since you are regal status.”

“Thank you, Dr. Granada.”

Professionally they both entered the lyrical creation department, and Princess Canary pointed towards the stool, “sit over there,” she directed, and Dr. Granada followed instructions.

“Do you know where you are?”

“No,” Dr. Granada honestly answered.

“You are in the fantasy audio suite where all taped voices develop, a magical quality,”

When things were set, ready to go, Princess Canary used the keyboard, contacting her artificial intelligence representative advisor and when things were confirmed, cued Dr. Granada, “you can start whenever you want.”

Wearing headphones, Princess Canary listened, monitoring the choreographed green line and its enthusiastic personality, until suddenly flatlining. Dr. Granada abruptly stopped crooning, noticing Princess Canary’s pasty white complexation, “is everything all right?”

“It died,” she blurted out.

“What do you mean?”

“The computer declared your serenading,” Princess Canary silent moment, brought tap playing crickets on stage, “dead.”

Dr. Granada immediately confronted staring at the results, “that is impossible,” he pushed the Princess’ chair wheels, taking charge, pressing buttons, “let me see if I do this and if I do that.”

A charge flickered and the instrumental poem’s heart began beating again, “there all fixed.”

“How did you know how to do that?” Questioned the majestic individual.

“I knew I was going to change that tune,” Dr. Granada replied.

“Why?”

“That’s life.”

Next morning during the outgoing registration process, Princess Canary handed Dr. Granada, the certificate stating getting credit for all the triangle elements, ‘healthcare, education and culture.”

After departing, Prince Falkland approached his sister, “so he successfully passed,”

“He did it his way,” Princess Canary described her observation.

“He is a university professor who is a doctor,” Reminded Prince Falkland.

“Brother, it was the blue eyes that made me sign on the dotted line.”