Cyril the Dragon E-Book

Elias Zapple

• Herausgeber: Elias Zapple
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Jellybean the Dragon has been dragonnapped (like kidnapped but for dragons) by the dragon-hating knights from Camelot and it’s up to 10 year-old astronaut Emma, and Cyril the Dragon, Jellybean’s dim-witted twin brother, to rescue him. Rescuing Jellybean proves tough and she’ll need all her courage and smarts as she, Cyril and Merlin battle the evil Lancelot and Merlin’s bratty protégé, Berlin.
 

Leseprobe

Cyril the Dragon

Book Two

By

Elias Zapple

Kindle Edition

Copyright

© Elias Zapple, 2014

Cover illustrated by Ilaeira Misirlou

Interior illustrated by Reimarie Cabalu

Disclaimer

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons or dragons or knights, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Dedication

For Marsha Jumping Chicken

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Disclaimer

Dedication

Chapter One – Cyril

Chapter Two – Note

Chapter Three - Camelot

Chapter Four – Prison

Chapter Five – Lancelot

Chapter Six – Berlin

Chapter Seven – Merlin

Chapter Eight – Chicken

Chapter Nine – Arthur

Chapter Ten – Blue

Chapter Eleven – Kings

Chapter Twelve - Roast

Jellybean’s Selected Vocabulary

Who is Elias Zapple?

Also by Elias Zapple

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One

Cyril

Emma yawned as wide as a hippo yawns and stretched her arms and legs, as the sun beamed in through her bedroom window catching her peachy face. Her eyelids batted open, and she looked around her bedroom. Her bedroom.

“My bedroom! I’m home!” Emma shouted.

She kicked the covers off, jumped up and out from her four-poster bed, and rushed over to a large window overlooking her lawn. She was home, in her castle back on Earth.

How could this be?

All the trees were there, as was the drawbridge, the moat – and, best of all, not a dragon in sight! She rubbed her eyes again and again until they became red, and yet it was all still there - minus the dragons.

“Fab!”

She skipped and leaped over to her bathroom like a ballerina, turned the tap, and splashed cold water onto her face multiple times; until her face and blonde hair were drenched, and she was dripping. She looked in the mirror, her mirror, her bathroom with the golden taps, the huge Jacuzzi … Unbelievable! She was still there.

“Yes!”

Ten year-old Emma pulled open her bedroom door and ran down the spiral staircase of her castle, with its huge ceilings and red-tiled floor. She pulled on a rope and the drawbridge lowered. She crossed the drawbridge in a flash, and went outside to meet a bright sunny day, a clear blue sky and still no dragons. Wonderful!

“I’m so happy!”

Emma’s smile could not get any bigger as she went over to the mango tree, the one that she was sure had been burnt down by Jellybean the Dragon, and picked a few mangoes. Then she went over to a candyfloss tree and plucked some candyfloss which she tucked into straight away. The pink fluffy candyfloss was super sweet.

“Yum!”

With her mangoes in hand she skipped back over the drawbridge and into her castle, then headed for her kitchen. She tossed the mangoes into her juicer and switched it on, watching as the fresh juice poured out into a glass.

She took her glass of mango juice, went back outside, and sat down upon her chaise longue. She sipped her mango juice and admired all her trees. Some of the trees had bells rather than leaves. Bells? And the bells were moving like they would in a clock tower when it reached the hour. This was odd.

All of a sudden the bells sounded – like an alarm – and they were ringing everywhere. Emma dropped her glass of mango juice and covered her ears. “What is that?”

“Err… Princesses Emma?” Cyril the Dragon said. “Princesses Emma, is you wakey?”

Where did that voice come from? It sounded familiar. Oh no! No, no, no.

Emma stirred herself awake and saw Cyril the Dragon - an overweight, blue and green dragon with ten metre long wings, a huge thick tail, and a super huge belly the size of a small car. He was shaking her so hard that Emma felt like it was an earthquake.

“Nooooo!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Cyril said.