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- Herausgeber: Ella Swan
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
Send your child soaring with dragons in this exciting magical bedtime ritual!
Embark on a whimsical journey into the world of enchanting dragons with “
Dragon Bedtime Stories For Kids”.
This charming collection of stories transforms your children’s bedtime routine into a captivating yet soothing experience. Author Ella Swan transports young minds to fantastical realms where their dragon-filled dreams come alive!
Each story sets a tranquil scene meant to make bedtime a joyous ritual filled with wonder and imagination.
Here’s what you and your child will enjoy:
- Relaxing Fairy Tales: Immerse your children in delightful dragon fantasies that soothe and calm, creating the perfect atmosphere for a peaceful night’s sleep.
- Marvelous Dreamscapes: Ella Swan’s storytelling transports young minds to magical landscapes, sparking creativity and fostering a love for the extraordinary.
- Quality Family Time: Strengthen family bonds as you share these enchanting tales together, creating cherished moments that last a lifetime.
And more!
Say goodbye to bedtime struggles and hello to a magical journey every night! “ Dragon Bedtime Stories for Kids” is your ticket to dreamland, a source of comfort, and a restful escape for your little ones.
Want to have your children eager for bedtime? Then embark on a delightful nighttime ritual with “Dragon Bedtime Stories for Kids” today!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Dragon Bedtime Stories For Kids
A Collection of Relaxing Dragon Sleep Fairy Tales to Help Your Children and Toddlers Fall Asleep! Marvelous Dragon Fantasy Stories to Dream about all Night!
Ella Swan
Copyright © 2024 by Ella Swan
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It is not legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
Contents
Henry, The Feeble-Winged Dragon
Once upon a time, there lived a little young dragon who wanted to be just like his father. He always dreamed about the day his wings would emerge, about how he would awaken his dragon flame and make his father proud.
Back then, dragons weren’t born with wings. They were born with a shell on their backs, and when they were old enough, the shell would hatch, and their wings would emerge. Each dragon would then fly up to the sun and take a bite. This would awaken their dragon flame, allowing them to breathe fire out of their belly.
Henry only had a faint memory of his father, for it was not long after his birth that his father became one with the sky.
Finally, after all the years he had waited, the day arrived.
Henry was one of the many younglings gathered at the feet of the mountain, waiting for the sunlight to hit their shells so they would fall off. But he had no idea what fate had in stock for him.
“Oh, I will have big wings like Dad,” said Henry. “I will fly around the world, just like Dad did.”
“Patient now,” said Mom to the little dragon. “Wait and see what kind of wings you’ll have first. I want you to know that whatever happens today, I will always be proud of you, and so would Dad.”
Henry’s cheeks glowed as he listened to his mother. “I love you too, Mom.”
After much waiting, the sun finally came out, and its light cast beautiful beams over the younglings. One after the other, their shells cracked, and their wings emerged, each with a big bright pair of wings. The younglings growled in excitement, spread their wings, and soon, they were all over the sky. But down still at the feet of the mountain was Henry, staring at his mother with tears around his eyes. Henry wondered why his shell hadn’t fallen off.
Mom covered her mouth. She had no idea what to say to her little dragon.
“Mom…” Henry whispered, the words barely making it out of his mouth.
Just then, his shell cracked, and everyone gasped when they saw what emerged from Henry’s shell.
Henry froze where he stood. The thought of finding out what they were looking at scared him.
“What is it, Mom?” asked Henry.
Mom ran to Henry and held him tightly to herself. “It is okay, my little dragon. There are so many other things you could be.”
“No! No, no, no!”
He finally turned to look and realized he had grown a feeble, small and ugly pair of wings. While all the other dragons grew beautiful, strong wings, Henry grew feeble wings with ugly, bony frames.
“Oh, no!” he said. “I’ll never touch the sun!”
Henry flapped and flapped his little wings. He knew they were too small and weak even for his weight, but he tried anyway. He continued to flap them until he slowly took off.
“Oh, Mom, look at me. I can fly,” he screamed.
Henry’s face lit up like the sun. He couldn’t believe his feeble wings lifted him off the ground. Soon, he was high above the mountains, screaming as loud as he could with his hands grabbing at the air.
However, the wings could only get him so far. Henry reached a point in the sky where the air was too strong for his wings, and he could not go further.
Oh, maybe if I flapped a little faster, he thought.
Henry flapped his wings as hard as he could, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't rise any higher.
Henry looked up desperately at the younglings as they flew around the sun, taking bite after bite, and awakening their dragon flames.
Henry felt envy in his stomach. He wanted more than anything to make his parents proud. He wanted so badly to spread large glowing wings and breathe blue flames like his father. How could he ever dream of doing that now with such feeble wings? He thought.
“Help me, please, help me to the sun!” he begged as some dragons flew by him, returning to their loved ones down on the ground.
“I’m sorry, Henry,” one of the dragons said. “If you couldn’t reach the sun on your own, that’s because you’re not meant to awaken your dragon flame.”
Henry clutched his chest as the words traveled across his mind, but he wasn’t going to accept that. He wouldn’t dare. He kept at it all day long, flapping his wings without a break. He was going to reach the sun and awaken his dragon flame no matter what. Sadly, he remained in that same spot and watched helplessly until the sun disappeared.
“I’m not meant to breathe the flames,” said Henry, finally defeated.
His wings hurt like a sting. He slowed down his flapping and slowly descended to the top of the mountain.
“I’ve been watching you,” a voice said from behind him.
Henry turned around and saw a long-horned goat.
“You know,” the goat said. “There are always many ways to achieve something in life.”
Henry frowned at the goat. “Go away. You can’t understand.”
Truly, there are always many paths to a journey’s end, he thought.
Henry pulled himself up and decided he wasn’t going to give up without a fight. He gathered as many logs as he could until there were no more logs around the mountain, and then he went to work. The goat watched Henry until he fell asleep.
When the goat opened his eyes, it was the morning of the next day. Henry was standing next to a large wooden structure. It was a slingshot, the largest slingshot the goat had ever seen.
“You are going to shoot yourself into the sun, aren’t you?” asked the goat.
“It’s just as you said, there is always another way.”
Seeing how determined Henry was, the goat bleated in approval and came closer to Henry.
“Hello, I am Doot the Ibex, but my friends call me Old Beard because of my long beard.”
“I’m Henry. Nice to meet you, Old Beard.”
“Nice to meet you, Henry,” said the Old Beard. “Now, how can I help?”
“It’s easy,” said Henry. “We’ll pull the strap as back as possible then peg it in the ground so I could get into it. Once I’m aimed at the sun, you’ll cut the peg loose, and off I’ll go straight at the sun.”
“Hm, that sounds like fun,” said Old Beard.
