Abigaila And The Wolf Prince E-Book

David Littlewood

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Prince Zayden always wanted to be a hero and to use the magic sword, Neerwana, which is embedded in a tree near his father’s palace.

Both things seemed out of reach, until one day a mysterious tame wolf turns up. When Zayden meets an ancient prophet, he learns that the wolf is linked to a princess who urgently needs saving from dark powers. What’s more, the prophet commissions him to pull out the sword and rescue the princess by way of a magic portal.

Armed with the magic sword and accompanied only by the wolf and an old soldier, Zayden sets out on the adventure of his life to rescue the girl of his dreams. To do so, he has to face untold dangers on the way and then face an evil witch from the Dark Lands.

A thrill-a-minute fantasy adventure, David Littlewood's 'Abigaila And The Wolf Prince' is a delightful adventure for both younger and older readers.

Leseprobe

ABIGAILA AND THE WOLF PRINCE

DAVID LITTLEWOOD

CONTENTS

By The Same Author

1. The Orphans

2. The Tree

3. The Wolf

4. Keepers

5. Wildcat Adventure

6. The Arrow Thief

7. The Prophet

8. The Princess

9. The Mission

10. The Adventure Begins

11. Terrible Jaws

12. Dealing with ‘is Lordship

13. Family Time

14. Through the Shrouded Cave

15. The Day of Execution

16. The Rescue

17. Lovers’ Tiffs

18. The Little People

19. Two Wolves!

20. The Wise Old Woman

21. The Doorway

22. The Power of the Sword

23. The Crystal

24. The Dragon

25. The Prince and Princess

26. The Duke’s Last Stand

27. The Morning

Notes

About the Author

Copyright (C) 2023 David Littlewood

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2023 by Next Chapter

Published 2023 by Next Chapter

Edited by Tyler Colins

Cover art by Lordan June Pinote

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

To My Grandchildren

BY THE SAME AUTHOR

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CHAPTER1

THE ORPHANS

In the land of Helvakia lived a young prince and princess named Andron and Abigaila. At the time we begin our story, Andron was just thirteen years old and his sister three years older. Their lives had been short but also sad because they had lost both their parents just a few months before.

Their father and mother, until recently, had been king and queen of Helvakia. The king was wise and handsome and the queen beautiful and caring. So, they were much loved in the land and there had been great rejoicing when first a daughter, Abigaila, then a son, Andron, was born to them. Although there was no internet or even newspapers in those days, word of the royal births spread rapidly from mouth to mouth among the people, and soon everyone was anticipating a long and prosperous rule by their much-loved royal family.

There was, however, just one member of the royal family who the people were not sure about: the king’s brother, Duke Wilhelm. Well, Wilhelm was said to be their king’s brother, but no one was quite sure just how he came to be a member of the royal family. Some claimed he was actually the king’s half-brother, and others said he had been somehow adopted by the king’s father after being found wandering in the woods as a boy.

Whatever, Duke Wilhelm was quite unlike the king both in looks and in ways. Although he was quite good looking in a dark, swarthy sort of way, he always seemed to have a shifty glint in his eye that made people wonder just what he was up to. And behind the smooth talking, friendly exterior, there seemed to be a dark secret lurking.

Not that the king appeared to suspect anything. No, he trusted his brother and actually made him chancellor of the land of Helvakia, despite the queen expressing doubts to the king about Wilhelm’s honesty. Even when Wilhelm went on a visit to the land of Salvakia and came back with a wife named Lukicia, the king—despite the outrage of the court at such a breach of royal custom—stood by his brother.

“It almost seems as if that brother of his has got a spell on him,” whispered the courtiers.

And even the queen, loyal as she was to her husband, just couldn’t understand how he allowed Wilhelm to wrap him round his little finger like he did. “You need to talk to him, dear,” she’d tell the king. “I don’t trust that new wife of his at all.”

“Oh come, my love,” said the king. “Lukicia comes from the best family in her country.”

“So she says,” responded the queen, “but we only have her word for it. No one has actually met them.”

“I can’t believe she’d deceive us,” said the king. “And certainly not Wilhelm.”

“I think you trust him far too much,” she said. “I just hate to think what they are plotting together.”

“Oh come, my dear,” said her husband. “You surely cannot believe my own brother would be guilty of any such thing?”

Seeing the king was getting upset, the queen decided to drop the subject for the time being. However, she wasn’t the only one who had suspicions about Lukicia. In fact, the whole court had been disturbed by her sudden arrival at court. True, everyone agreed she was a very beautiful lady, with long black hair and a slim, elegant figure to match, but there seemed something about her—her glances and the look in her eyes—that honest people just didn’t trust.

Not that they had much time to get used to her before tragedy struck. One night, when everyone was asleep, a terrible storm broke over the palace. The king and queen were wakened by the storm but before they could move, a huge bolt of lightning struck the wing of the palace where their room was. Fire erupted and the great oak ceiling collapsed from the shock of the lightning bolt.

Horrified, the palace staff frantically fought the fire with buckets of water, then moved the rubble with their bare hands, but to no avail—their beloved king and queen were found dead in each other’s arms.

Thankfully, Andron and Abigaila had rooms across the corridor, so although they were woken by the blast and badly frightened, they were unhurt. But they were, of course, dreadfully upset at what had happened to their parents, as was the whole land. That is, apart from two people: Wilhelm and Lukicia. Of course, both put on sad faces, but when they thought people weren’t looking, they appeared rather smug about what everyone was calling ‘the terrible accident’ that had overtaken their king and queen.

In the wake of the tragedy, the whole country put on black and went into mourning and everyone was very sorry for the young prince and princess. They naturally assumed that Andron would take the throne after his father but Wilhelm, the chancellor, told the court and the people that the prince was too young to take the throne and that till the prince came of age he, Wilhelm, would act as regent.

Now, in case you don’t know what a ‘regent’ is, it is someone who acts in the place of a king when the king is either too young or too old or too ill to rule for themselves. It works OK if the regent is a good man, but there have been cases in history where the regent has turned out to be a real bad lot and wanted to get the crown for himself. This is, I’m afraid, is what appeared to be the case with Wilhelm.

And not just Wilhelm. Because behind Wilhelm and manipulating almost his every move was his scheming wife, Lukicia. Hidden behind those dazzling good looks and the winning smile was a cold and calculating mind which had but one ambition: to take the power of the land for herself. And to do so she would not stop at using every bit of her fiendish witchcraft and magic that was at her disposal.

For unbeknown to everyone, including her husband who had come under her spell, Lukicia was a sorceress descended from the Dark Lands. If she could gain the throne of Helvakia, then the country and its wealth would come under the rule of the Dark Lands, and they would have another inroad into the continent of Universaria. That was her mission, and she was determined to accomplish it with all the diabolical skills at her disposal.

So, it happened one day that the prince and princess were walking by the river that ran near the palace walls, being watched by one of the archers who stood lazily at the top of one of the turrets. The palace was being repaired after the fire and so, as it was a fine day, the prince and princess had been let out early from their classes. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, but it didn’t do much to relieve their sadness after what had happened to their parents.

Suddenly, however, out of nowhere a dark mist descended on the pair, blotting out the sun. Neither of the children could see anything in front of them; it was almost like a blindness it was so terrifying. They grabbed each other’s hands. Suddenly, Abigaila no longer felt her brother’s hand. It seemed to have disappeared. What she felt was something warm and furry beside her leg, something that whined and growled.

The mist cleared as abruptly as it had come, and there she was, face to face with what appeared to be a young wolf! Abigaila screamed—a scream that brought the attention of the soldier on the palace ramparts. He saw the terrified princess backing from the wolf-like creature. A skilled archer, he put an arrow in his bow and shot at it. The fact that the princess was so near the wolf—and the archer didn’t want to risk hitting her—probably saved the wolf’s life, for the arrow landed just in front of the creature, startling it, and causing it to draw back.

Suddenly a voice came from behind the princess. “A wolf! Save the princess! Shoot it at once!”

Abigaila recognised the voice as that of Lukicia. She glanced round and there she was, running towards her with a couple of soldiers. Just why Lukicia happened to appear just then, Abigaila didn’t know. The wolf appeared to look at her pleadingly, then took off and jumped into the river just as a hail of arrows sailed after it.

Abigaila looked and saw the wolf swimming strongly with the current as the archers aimed more arrows at it. She didn’t know whether they had hit it, but she was so frightened by this time that everything went black as she fainted.

When she came to she was back in the palace with Wilhelm and Lukicia standing over her. “Well, my dear,” said Wilhelm, “you had a lucky escape from that wolf. What a good job your Aunt Lukicia was there to look after you. But what on earth happened to your brother?”

CHAPTER2

THE TREE

In the land of Campania, there was a young prince named Zayden. He and his sister, Isabella, were descended from the noble line of Jedrek and Amara, who had ruled the land since they had almost single-handedly freed it from the spell of an evil magician called Maldivan. Zayden used to love to hear his old tutor, Dr Asurus, tell him the stories of how Jedrek was found and adopted by a blacksmith and his wife after being stolen away by his nurse from the evil wizard Maldivan.1

With the help of a magic sword named Neerwana, Jedrek had set out to reclaim his kingdom. On the way to Campania, he had met a beautiful pirate princess named Amara, and after they had destroyed Maldivan and his evil kingdom, they had married and ruled the land happily as king and queen. Zayden and his sisters were among their descendants.

The land of Campania was beautiful and enjoyed rich harvests because of the magic gold found in a cavern beneath the land. The gold was guarded by three enchantresses called the Maidhi and as long as it stayed there, the land would be wonderfully fertile. It was because of this gold, Dr Asurus had explained to Zayden, that the evil Maldivan had placed a spell on the land—with dragons to seal it up. But he had been foiled in his wicked plot by Jedrek and the magic sword, with help from his beautiful pirate princess.

One thing that remained was the magic sword, Neerwana, which was near the palace, stuck in an ancient gnarled tree together with a shield, also reputed to be magic. It was with the sword and shield, according to Dr Asurus, that Jedrek had killed the terrible dragons that had guarded Campania.

“You see,” he told the wide-eyed lad, “it is said that some of these dragons breathed fire, so Jedrek needed the magic shield to protect him from the fire, as well as the sword to kill them with.”

“But how was the sword magic?”

“Because was forged by a hero. Jedrek was the only one who could forge it—his adopted father couldn’t, although he was a blacksmith. But Jedrek did and it is said that the sword could cut through anything. It was the only thing that could cut through the skin of the dragons and kill them.”

“But why was it called ‘Neerwana’? What does it mean?”

“It means, ‘My Strength’.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Zayden. “I would love to have a sword like that.”

“Well,” said the wise tutor, stroking his beard, “perhaps it’s a good job you haven’t. I hear from your instructors you are very good with the sword. Think what you might do with a magic sword.”

“But why is it stuck in the tree?” asked the prince.

“When the work of liberating Campania was done, it was put back into the tree by an old prophet,” explained his tutor. “He said it could only be drawn out again when the magic was needed and then only by a fearless hero.”

“You mean no one can pull the sword out of that tree?” said Zayden.

The tutor smiled his wise smile. “Every now and then, some foolish fellow will try but they always fail. The sword resists every attempt to pull it out. The legend says it will do so until a new hero is found who needs it.”

“Oh boy!” Zayden’s eyes lit up. “I wish it were me!”

“I bet you do,” smiled his tutor, “but right now, young man, it’s time for more geometry. You need to know just how many degrees that sword goes through when you swing it, you know! Try and sort out those problems I’ve set you. We’ll meet again tomorrow. I must go because I’ve an appointment with your father in a little while, I believe.” And with that the old man stood, bowed his head respectfully to the prince, and walked off.

Zayden sighed and tried to concentrate on his work. But like many of us who have good intentions with homework, we find when it is actually in front of us, there are more interesting things that occupy our mind. And Zayden could not get out of his mind what Dr Asuras had told him about the magic sword. “I wonder if the story is true,” he mused. “Or if it’s just a legend.”