I am Edison: What’s in a Name?

By David Webster

When Edison Maksim Nathaniel Vincent got up that morning, he never expected to get this lost. Sure, when you're a new kid, you get lost, but as he wanders ever deeper into the woods, he soon realises this is no ordinary forest and things he'd never imagined were possible are all too real - and maybe even deadly.

He takes the logical path and decides to keep going in a straight line, hoping he may come across something or someone that may help. And he does, but not in the way he thought! Edison has never given any real thought to what his names mean, but as he walks through the forest, the Great Oak, the Winged Lion, the Winged Ox and an Angel all reveal that his names carry special meanings that will propel him into success, greatness and prosperity.

However, when he succumbs to the temptations of the Serpent, who will rescue him from its evil coils? Who will make the sacrifice required and will he ever really learn who he truly is?

Perfect for ages 8 - 12, this coming of age fantasy helps show young readers who can't see the forest for the trees that growing up is an adventure all its own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Release date: Oct 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9781803133591

David Webster

David Webster was once like Edison, a small boy trying to find himself and his place in the world. A divine encounter in his teens led to a career in teaching, church leadership and latterly writing children’s books. His adult book is Discovering and Developing Your Royal Identity.

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For Matt, Maksim, Vinnie,

Meliah, Leya, Sophia and Leonardo.

"Come, my beloved, let’s go on

an adventure together."

Contents

1.The Eternal Forest

2.The Winged Lion

3.The Winged Ox

4.The Angel

5.The Temptation

6.The Battle for Edison

7.I am Edison

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

The Eternal Forest

Edison was lost, very lost, more lost than he had ever been.

The problem with moving into a new area as a family is that you don’t know where you’re going and you rely on Mum and Dad to be your guides, your anchor and your roadmap for finding your way around, especially when you are walking in a forest.

He had only stopped for a minute to examine what he thought was something military, a piece of metal, maybe left over from the Second World War. (He was really interested in the War; his great-granddad had been in it and he’d watched a box set about it on the television.) It was part of a tube sticking out of the ground with writing on it. It had that green army paint look and felt a bit dangerous. He hadn’t touched it – he knew not to do that – but he had stopped to make out the writing and in that time the rest of the family, who were already ahead by some metres, continued to walk on out of sight.

Now, when he looked around, he couldn’t see them anywhere and what’s more he wasn’t really sure which track they had gone off on. So, he tried one of the tracks, not really worried at this point and confident he would catch them up quickly. It was then that all the trees began to look the same and there was no beaten track to follow. It seemed as if the trees had moved around deliberately to confuse him and catch him off guard. No, that would be nonsense, his mind told him, although his feelings said something else.

That’s when he began to wander, trying to guess his way out of the woods. Surely, he wouldn’t have to go far to get back on track and rejoin the rest of the family. He tried shouting, Mum, Dad, where are you? He tried several times, but there was no reply. The reality that he was lost began to dawn on him. He began to feel a bit anxious as he continued to search the forest with his eyes – he was more and more convinced the trees moved when he wasn’t looking at them. Fortunately, he remembered what his dad had always taught him to do when he was worried. Stand still, take a deep breath and decide what to do next before you move off again. So that’s what he did. It took a few seconds but soon he knew what to do.

Of course! Keep going in a straight line and he was bound to come out somewhere, a path, a road maybe, something that would lead somewhere. Or so he hoped. For several minutes he tried this but came across no new paths or tracks. He was just beginning to doubt the wisdom of his action when he suddenly found himself in a clearing. It was maybe twenty metres by twenty metres, enough to let more light in and give him the feeling of being somewhere welcoming and friendly.

Until then, most of the trees in the wood had been the tall spindly type, silver birch and others he couldn’t name. Here in the clearing there was a huge oak tree; its trunk was nearly two metres thick and its upper branches outstretched the surrounding trees. He noticed how the bark on the tree curved upwards as if someone had twisted the whole tree half a turn. For some reason Edison found the oak comforting and reassuring, as if the tree gave off an air of wisdom and knowing.

Who dares stand in the shadow of the Great Oak? a deep voice bellowed out.

As the vibrations of the voice struck Edison’s ears, he realised that the oak tree had grown a mouth, a chin, a nose and two eyes with bushy brows. What had seemed like two lower branches became arms with spindly fingers, one of which gestured in his direction as the tree spoke.

I said, who stands in the shadow of the Great Oak? the oak repeated.

Err, my name is Edison, he replied. He had seen this kind of thing before but only in cartoons and Lord of the Rings movies.

What kind of name is Edison? the oak tree said less loudly.

It was a question, but it felt like an accusation you might get from a bully in the playground or from a teacher who didn’t like you.

It’s a good name; my parents gave it to me, he said, feeling like this was a moment to defend his name, not just back down. This was only a tree, after all, albeit a talking one. It probably can’t move – can it?

No, I mean, what kind of name is it? What does it stand for? What does it mean? the Oak said, sounding friendlier.

Edison felt reassured and continued. Well, – Am I really talking to a tree? he thought – "I think I am named after Thomas Edison, but mainly my parents just