Ninten lay in his bed, fast asleep. Outside, Magicant’s sun shone beams of light into the prince’s room, making the emerald floor glitter.
A slam echoed throughout the room, and the prince jumped. Queen Maria – his great-grandmother – charged at Ninten and scooped him up before he could say anything.
“Gramma, what’re you doing?!”
The Queen only smirked, crouched down, and jumped high into the air. They didn’t come down; the next moment, Magicant’s royalty was soaring straight up toward the clouds.
“Is this about that time I let a Raeb Yddet into the castle?!” Ninten shouted.
Maria raised the prince over her, his head pointing directly below. They pierced the clouds, and all that lay above was a pink void.
“Come on and slam …” began Maria, her voice thundering for miles across Magicant.
Ninten froze. They stopped soaring and started falling as fast as a meteor, their faces rippling in the wind. As the ground rose up, the prince squeezed his eyes shut.
“… And welcome to the jam!”
The second she uttered that last word, the Queen hurled a screaming Ninten through the air and into the ground. The force depressed the spot he landed in, like a cushy trampoline. He thought he’d rip right through. But a moment later, it sprung back into place, launching him up.
A cycle began: land, launch, land, launch, land, launch. Even though the distance shortened each time, the prince felt like he was a basketball being dribbled.
Meanwhile, Maria floated up to the castle’s roof, laughing into her hand.