There once was a very plain staircase that wound upwards through a wooded garden. It belonged to a king that lived in a palace not far away.
One day the princess was playing hide-and-seek with her playmates and, as she ran to hide, she saw the staircase and thought it would be a good place to hide. She started to climb, wondering if the stairs led to a tower or dais on the top of a mountain.
She climbed and climbed, using the banister to help her along the slippery parts. And then the stairs ended and before her was a beautiful land full of flowers and fountains. She saw dogs with bushy tails prancing around blue pools and ran to play, forgetting all about her playmates.
Hours passed and at last the princess, tired out, hopped onto the banister and sailed down in spirals, squealing with delight. When she returned to the palace, everyone was very happy to see her and asked where she had been.
The princess opened her mouth to tell her friends about the magical place and then stopped. What if her father wanted to capture all the dogs and lock the lovely place away so that no one could enjoy it?
So she only said, “I got lost in the woods.”
The next day Eveleen, the princess, once again took her friends to play. This time she closed er eyes and counted. The children ran off to hide and one of them, Fyla, came to the staircase. And just like Eveleen, she thought it would be a good place to hide up and started to climb. When she reached the top, she saw a lovely cloud. On the cloud was a coaster car waiting for her to get in and ride. Fyla climbed in and the car whizzed away, over the sea, bathing her in water and over the lands. She got to fly with the pigeons and run with the wolves.
At last she returned and, when the king questioned her, she said, “Oh, your highness! I was captured by bandits in the woods and i had to run away!”
The next day, Fyla had to count and away ran her friends, Eveleen, Nectar, Snow, Thyrin and Gelvush.
This time Nectar came to the staircase and began to climb. She found a field of flowers at the top and ran among them. She upset the fairies there and they swarmed around her head, their magical dust lifting her from her feet and taking her up into the clouds.
Nectar felt as though she could not tell the king of the lovely place as she descended the stair and, when the king asked her where she had been, she said, “I fell into a pit and i had to climb out.”
The next day it was Snow who found the staircase and she found a land of snow and ice at the top. She jumped into the sleigh that awaited her and away she soared over the snow. She skied and ice-skated on frozen ponds, accompanied by laughing snow witches.
She to told the king upon her return, “Your majesty, i lost myself in a patch of briars.”
Thyrin found the staircase the next day and climbed to the very top. Before her was a magnificent steed with a golden saddle and bridle. She climbed up onto its majestic back and away they cantered, over waves of gold and silver. Thyrin saw the mermaids and stags. Then her steed plunged into the waves and she saw the dolphins and whales.
When she returned, she told the king, “I had to run away from a wild boar and i fell and twisted my ankle.”
Gelvush found the stair as she ran to hide and up she went, falling into the lake at the top. She grew a tail and swam the lake, diving off the waterfalls and rushing below the waves again.
She told the king, “I found a lovely patch of flowers and stopped to play.”
Then all the girls went and gathered in the garden, all preparing to tell their secret.
“I found a magical stair that lead to the most marvelous land of bushy dogs!” Eveleen said.
“I found a magical stair that leads to the most marvelous land of clouds!” Fyla said.
“I found a magical stair that leads to the most marvelous land of flowers! Nectar said.
“I found a magical stair that leads to the most marvelous land of snow!” Snow said.
“I found a magical stair that leads to the most marvelous land of waves!” Thyrin said.
“I found a magical stair that leads to the most marvelous land of mermaids!” Gelvush said.
Then all the girls looked at each other and laughed.
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There once was a plain pink rock. It was a rose quartz and it lay in a stream under a thin, flat rock. It glowed very faintly but no one ever saw the glow and took it out of the muddy glop under the rock that imprisoned it.
Now in a cottage not far from the stream lived a young woman, about 20, and she heard the call of the rock very clearly in her dreams for the pink rock had the ability to send to people in their dreams and allow them to enter them.
Her name was Nicol. And Nicol went down to the stream one day and found the little pink rock as she accidentally tripped over the rock hiding it. She reached down and picked up. It had a little hole in it, perfect for a string and, as it was very pretty, she thought it would make a nice necklace so she took it home with her.
Nicol hung it around her neck that night but she forgot to take it off when she went to bed.
That night she dreamed of a land where pink bubbles floated, holding within them the people of the land imprisoned for eternity. And the pink rock popped her into the land for it knew she could free the people.
Nicol woke up on a mossy, bouncy bank. She had often went in search of adventure and now she was quite sure she was in one. the pink rock glowed faintly and a voice inside her head told her that all the bubbles floated back to the Bubble Maker and if she got on one, it would take her there.
Nicol looked at the bubbles doubtfully. They looked awfully sticky and unreliable, quite like they would tip her off at any moment or roll away from under her.
But she hardly wanted to throw away the chance of adventure so she grabbed one big bubble and threw herself on. It floated away with her on it.
Under her, the grass was grey and lifeless. The rivers were black and slimy, filled with popped bubbles and dead fish. It was rather a miserable place and there was no sun, just black skies.
Nicol floated over a swamp filled with dead birds and then a forest. Her bubble went higher and higher, upwards toward a black cloud in the sky.
Nicol thought that it was the Bubble Makers palace and then she saw it was a swarm of angry wasps. They all flew at her, at her bubble and popped it with their sharp stings. Nicol fell down, down and into the swamp. It was gross. Black water got all over her and dead birds looked up at her with sunken, red eyes. Nicol waded out of the water, pulling feathers off of her in disgust.
Green eyes looked at her from under bushes and bats fluttered past her head of hair, getting stuck in her long tresses. That even more disgusted her and she wished she had brought her handy broom along. She spent a good hour pulling bats out of her hair before she climbed out of the swamp and jumped onto another bubble, quite frustrated now.
One bat she had over looked and it stayed in her hair, quite pleased for a ride. Nicol’s bubble was not a foolish one and it went far away from the wasps and right to the Bubble Maker.
The Bubble Maker was an ugly creature with the top of a human and the bottom of a toad. He wore a very warty black gown, hung all over with dead birds and sticky bubbles and bubble wands. He was blowing pink bubbles non-stop when Nicol arrived, sick and tired of her adventure and she had caught a bad temper on her ride.
Usually very polite, Nicol shouted at the ugly toad monster, “Ho, you ugly beast, put down your silly wand and come over here! I’ve a thing or two to say to your ugly face!!”
The Bubble Maker turned and looked at Nicol as she stormed towards him, a thunder cloud over her head.
“What can i do for you today, ma’am?” He asked in his nicest voice, giving her a sweeping bow.
Nicol snatched his flexible bubble wand and waved it under his nose threateningly, “Now you just listen to me, you beast, i am sick and tired of your rotten land and i DEMAND that you send me home RIGHT NOW!!!!”
The Bubble Maker suddenly became very ugly and he pulled out a big bubble and tried to capture her in it but Nicol reached out and popped it all over his face.
“Now you just listen here,” She stormed, “I am an able housewife, i am, and one stupid bit of gum is not going to stop me!”
The Bubble Maker reached out and slyly pulled her hair hard. But he upset the bat peacefully sleeping there and, enraged at being woken up, the bat flew at the surprised monster.
The Bubble Maker howled as the bat clawed at him.
“Pooh,” said Nicol scornfully. The toady creature smelt awful too and, unable to bear the smell, she reached out and pushed him into his bubbling pool of sticky bubble gum. She whacked his face with her bubble wand to force him under the gum and there he drowned in his own creation.
No sooner was he gone, then all the bubbles disappeared and the people were free. The black clouds parted and the sun shone. All the dead birds rose up and the grass turned green. The rivers purified themselves and the fish swam again. The swamps emptied themselves of feathers and Nicol woke up.
The pink stone was gone for it had fallen off in the swamp and Nicol cared not for she never wanted to enter into another dream again!
Once there was an ill girl named Zareen. All her life she had only ever lain in a bed by a window, longingly watching her brother play outside in the sun.
One day she could not bear it and she called her brother to her and said, “Dear brother, go and find me someone who can cure me. I yearn to walk and play under the sun.”
Well, the brother could not refuse his sister’s pleas and so he set off in search of a powerful sorcerer.
And no sooner was he gone and out of sight, then Zareen waved her hands in dark circles and leaped out of bed, shedding her disguise for she was really a witch and the real Zareen was tied up under the bed.
The evil witch went and killed both the parents and ate up their hearts to add to her power for, by eating their hearts, she could make herself look like them whenever she wanted. Then she went to where Zareen was for it was the ill girl’s heart that she really wanted. Zareen was really lovely. Her hair was the color of honey and it surrounded her pretty, pale face in tumbling locks. It was a pity she was so thin and pale but, even so, she could still charm every man for miles around. And the witch intended to eat every man’s heart in that disguise and then slowly eat the world.
But she found that the girl had freed herself and was gone!
She cannot have gone far in her state, the witch thought and she set off to find Zareen.
Zareen had been hiding at the bottom of the pond, holding her breath for as long as she could. When she popped up, the wicked witch was gone.
Zareen climbed out of the water and sat on the bank, wishing she could walk.
And then she remembered an evil spell that gave the power of strength to the person who cast it upon themselves that she had seen the witch use from in her mirror opposite the bed. But the heart of a bull was required to cast the spell.
Sadly, she dragged herself to the stable and went over to the bull
“Dear bull,” She said, “Will you give me your heart so that i can go and kill the evil witch and warn my brother?”
The bull was happy to give his heart to Zareen and so she killed him and ate his heart. Then she found that she could walk and ran down the road to find her brother.
Along the way she met many young men and they all followed her down the road, so enchanted by her beauty, many times enhanced by the fresh air and exercise, were they.
Zareen slipped past the witch and ran on down the road. But she could not find her brother.
She searched the forest and the fields and even went as far as the sea but still she found no beloved brother. Finally she turned to go home. She climbed to the other side of the mountain and there, down in a soft meadow, the spell wore off and poor Zareen fell down to the ground and lay there. A thorn pricked her and its magical poison put her to sleep.
Meanwhile, the brother, Neeraz, searched the forests and seas and mountains for a powerful sorcerer and it was all in vain for he found not one. In despair he sat down on a rock in a beautiful meadow at the base of a mountain and wept. And a thorn pricked him and its magical poison put him to sleep.
And it was there, in the soft meadow, that the evil witch found Zareen fast asleep and she cackled in glee and drew out her knife, “Now you are mine, girl!”
And she chopped out Zareen’s heart and ate it up. Then she went back to where all the charming men lived and approached one, wearing Zareen as a disguise and her sweetest smile.
But to her amazement and horror the young youth simply turned away form her and went on with his hunting.
The witch tried another man and another man and they all turned away.
Then she tried to kiss one and he slapped her hard and said, “How dare you, you ugly old crone! Get the likes of yourself away from here!”
very much puzzled, the witch left and went to where Zareen’s body lay, still chopped open. She inspected it and then a shadow was cast over her.
She looked up and saw Zareen and Neeraz standing over her. She turned to flee but Neeraz hit her neatly over the head with a tree limb and she crumpled to the ground, quite dead.
The witch had never known that the poison from the thorn took all the magical qualities out of Zareen’s heart or that a wizard had found the brother and sister fast asleep in the same meadow and rescued them form the spell. Then he had taken two lonely vultures and pricked them with the magical thorns. And then, while they slept, he turned them into two people that looked like Zareen and Neeraz. And then he had healed Zareen.
Now, the witch being dead, the brother and sister returned home where Zareen married a charming young man and Neeraz married his equally charming sister and lived quite happily until the end of their days.
Once, in a land far from here, there was a small kingdom surrounded by farms and rivers and beautiful country side. Men of great status lived there, always dressed in smart suites and hats with polished walking canes that they twirled expertly on their fingers. But they were always useless against Twister.
Twister came roaring in from the North every late summer, tearing through farms, houses and even the small kingdom itself. The huge, terrifying storm caused flash floods, death and disease and no one had ever caught and imprisoned the storm.
The people then invented deep storm cellars that they could run into when Twister began his rampage. But Twister just dug his long, deep funnel into the ground even deeper and ripped right through their storm cellars.
It was said by the wise men of the East that only a Golden Lasso made of Hair from the Lady Dawn could capture the storm and bind it forever.
The king of the small kingdom sent many heroes in desperation to save his kingdom and bind the horrible storm but not one of them ever returned. And soon the kingdom had a shortage of heroes. They seemed to all have disappeared, none of them wanting to risk their lives in vain.
And so it was that one dark, lonely night that a young man named Peseus set out in secret to journey to the land of Lady Dawn and ask for her golden hair.
He followed the golden moon path on the river and soon reached it. And it was there, standing in the Lady Dawn’s magnificent palace of cloud and mist and shining sun, that he discovered where all the other lost heroes had gone.
The Lady Dawn was very lovely, very enchanting and beautiful. Her hair was of shining gold and it swept down about her feet in long, golden waves of beauty. Her lips were that of the red, red rose and her eyes shone like the bottomless pools.
She had a mother, a blind, white haired mother, and a husband of which she had never had a baby with. And how she longed for a child just as her mother longed for her sight and her husband longed for gold, real gold and not just hair.
And so it was that Peseus found himself looking into her eyes and feeling no fear. He simply said, “Lady Dawn, like many more before me, i have come to ask for your golden hair so that i may bind Twister forever. He ravages our lands, sets fear in our people’s hearts and brings death and famine with him. What must i do in return for your hair? Tell me and i will do your will!”
“Brave words for the likes of you,” Dawn replied, “But since you ask, i will tell you: Not far from here lives a fierce dragon and he holds in a glass jar, a single wish. Bring me this wish and then, as you may be the one to claim it, wish me a child and i will give you, in return, my hair.”
“I shall try to do this for you, my lady,” Peseus said, bowing. And he left.
He came to the cave of the dragon and entered, already knowing what he would do.The huge beast turned to him and causally blew fire from his huge, gaping mouth.
“I know why you come, puny human,” Said he, “And like all those poor fools, you too shall fail!”Peseus swallowed bitterly when he saw the piles of skeletons lying, rotting in the corner.”Now, my boy, you want my wish? Yes? Then tell me, what will you wish for? Gold? Wealth? Power? My Death? WELL, SPEAK UP!!! Lost your tongue, eh?”
“I – I Ah, i will wish for- for, ah, I do not know but not your death or power or any of that. I just want to bind old Twister and save my home,” Peseus stammered.
The dragon brought his big, purple eye in close to the trembling young man’s face, “Is that so? Well, when you get back, you will have three wishes to grant and only one wish so i will let you have this old boy because i know Lady Dawn will send you right back here for another and another and then i will get to gut you!!!”The dragon pushed a glass jar containing one glowing, golden wish into Peseus’s astonished arms.
“W-What if i succeed?” The young man asked.
“PAH! You will not! Only a god could grant three wished with one!””I will go now, mighty one, and if i succeed in binding Twister, i will bring him to you for safe keeping.”
And Peseus left, grasping his precious bottle.The Lady Dawn was clearly impressed.”Now wish for my child!” She said.”NO, wish for gold!” Cried the husband.”Wish for MY sight!” Cried the mother.And Peseus understood what the dragon had said: Grant three wishes with one.
“You shall have to go back and get another,” Dawn said, “For if you do not grant their wishes, you do not grant mine!”Peseus stared at her in horror and then he suddenly knew what to do.
“I wish,” said he, “That The Lady Dawn’s Mother could see her grandchild in a cradle of gold.”
And immediately the wish flowed out of the jar and swirled around the three. When it cleared, the mother could see, the husband had his gold just as Dawn had her child.With a cry of joy, she cut off her lovely locks and gave them to Peseus before then turning to scoop up the child in her arms.
Peseus left and returned home, the golden lasso at his side.He went and sat with his back against a stone wall under a tree by the river and waited for old Twister.And soon the storm came, tearing up the river, black clouds behind it in the sky, the water boiling black as the storm tore through it.And Peseus watched, feeling no fear for he knew how to defeat it.When the storm came up close, he whirled his golden lasso as he had once whirled his cane and flung it over the funnel of the storm.Twister screamed and writhed and began to shrink until he fit right into the bottle that Peseus had got his wish in. He corked it up and went and gave it to the dragon who promised to guard it safely.
“He will entertain me nicely these cold winter nights!” The dragon roared, watching Twister dance inside his jar angrily.
Peseus returned home, receiving the Kingdoms thanks but he just smiled and went to live with his love in the forest.No one knows what became of that god but it is said by the wise men of the East that he lived up int the sky, forever watching over us, making sure old Twister never does escape. And his wife, the unknown woman of the South, lives with him.THE END
There once was a boy named Yeod. He had a blanket and it looked like a one dollar bill. Every night he slept with it on his bed because it was very large. Every day he wore it like a cloak or spread it out in the sun to lie in. The reason he did this was because he never could get rid of that blanket. He tried, he really did, and every time it would always return to him like a magnet.
Yeod decided one day that he wanted a new blanket. So he set out along the dusty road to find someone who could take his blanket away so that it would never return to him. Then he would return home and get a new blanket. But first he had to find someone who had that power . . . . .
By a field of black and white cows, he met an old man.
“Grandfather,” Said he, “Can you help me get rid of this blanket?”
“No, my son,” Replied the old man, “I have not the power but if you go just a little ways down this road, you will meet my brother sitting besides a silver stream. Perhaps he can help you.”
And so Yeod thanked the old man and set off again.
It was not long before he met another old man sitting besides a silver stream. He was older and more stooped over then the first.
“Grandfather,” Said Yeod, “Can you help me get rid of this blanket?”
No, my son,” Replied the old man, “But if you go just a little ways down this road, you will meet my brother sitting by a forest. Perhaps he can help you.”
Yeod thanked the old man and set off again.
It was not long before he met an old man sitting on a broad rock under the shade of a giant oak tree.
“Grandfather,” Yeod said, “Can you help me get rid of this blanket?”
“Yes, my son!” Replied the old man with glittering eyes, “Give me the blanket and take this one. It is a very pretty one, my son.”
Yeod was very happy and gave the old man his blanket and ran away down the road, his new blanket clutched in his hand.
It was not until he reached the silver stream that something struck him as odd: The old man had not been sitting in a forest. He had been sitting under an oak.
Quickly he ran back and found the old man gone. In his place was another old man, lying on the ground, rubbing his head and groaning.
Yeod knelt at his side and asked him what had happened.
The old man said, “my son, a curly haired man came and hit me over the head as i was going to see my brother. He disguised himself as me and took my place. When i came to, i was lying here.”
Yeod told him what he had done and the old man looked at him with a grave face.
“My son,” He said, “You must get that blanket back. It is a very special blanket and it is filled with terrible weapons of war. That man was a wizard from our enemy. He took the special key from me that opens the blanket. If he gets that blanket to his land, we will be hopeless. You must go and stop him before he gets there!”
Yeod stared at him in horror. What had he JUST done? This was horrible!
“Which direction did the wizard go, Grandfather?” He asked, “I will set off after him and right what i have done.”
“He will have gone towards the desert, my son,” Replied the old man, “You have courage, my son, so take this bag of dirt with you. Farewell!”
Yeod bid the old man farewell and set off for the desert.
Soon he meet an old camel sunning itself and grumbling to itself.
“Why do you grumble, Camel?” Asked Yeod.
“It is the rude wizard with a blanket that looks like dollar bill,” The Camel replied and Yeod’s heart leaped, “He said that i was to slow and he left me hear. Mean thing!!!”
“I will ride you even if you are slow,” Yeod said, “Can you take me to the wizard?”
“Indeed i can. Climb up onto my back!”
Yeod obeyed and the Camel set off.
Soon they saw a camp in the distance.
Yeod got off the camel and crept up to the camp. It was brimming with soldiers and in the very center of the camp, hanging on a silver stand, was his blanket. The curly haired wizard stood by it, a rod with a three leafed clover at its end in his hand.
Yeod was very glad. The wizard had not opened the blanket yet.
He went back to the Camel.
“Listen, Camel,” he said, “I want you to go running into the camp and cause a panic. Then i will go and get the blanket while you are doing this. Then we will make off together.”
The Camel nodded to show he agreed and then he went and got his friends, the Red Scorpions. Then they all charged the camp.
Yeod crept back and watched. Every soldier started to run away from the poisonous Red Scorpions. Yeod saw that the wizard had touched the blanket with the key and riffles, helmets, and swords were tumbling out.
he rand down to the blanket and flung the bag of dirt into the wizard’s eyes. Then he grabbed the blanket and all the weapons and fled into the desert.
The Camel and his friends soon joined him.
Yeod bid them farewell and set off home.
He found the three old men sitting under a big oak, waiting for him.
Yeod told them what had happened to him.
“Together we must burn the blanket,” The first old man said.
And so they did and no sooner was it in ashes then a new blanket that looked like the Camel with the Red scorpions gathered around it’s feet came floating down through the branches and into Yeod’s open arms.
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