Olina and the Sea Fairies' Treasure E-Book

Maria Meng Smedemark

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: The Olina Books
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 97

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

It is finally the Summer holidays and Olina and her family are off to spend time by the sea. With Birk smuggled in her magical backpack and a mysterious note from Bombil, Olina is ever hopeful that another magical adventure and new friendships could be on the rise. This is the third book in the Olina series.

Leseprobe

The third book in the Olina-series

By the same author:

Olina and the Mystery of the Lost Hare

Olina and the Magical Christmas Cairn

Olina and the Sea Fairies’ Treasure

Greetings from the Titmouse and Pigeon

Bombils Backpack

The Starfish Cottage

Message in a Bottle

The Invisible Lighthouse

The Guardian of the Secret of the Sea Fairies

The Daughter of the Sea God

Grammy and Dufa

An Unexpected Airfare

The Eagle Messenger

Dufas Song

The Dream of the Island and the Treasure

The Sea Fairies’ Wings

Olina’s Tears

Hope for the Sea Fairies

Aurora’s Glow

The Big Surprise

Names of characters and places in the story

This story is for you, who believes in magic.

Greetings from the Titmouse and Pigeon

In the outskirts of Whispers Forest summer was upon the little farm, and the sun woke Olina gently with golden rays on her forehead. She stretched and yawned lazily. The summer holidays had just started. However, it was still early in the morning, so she laid back and listened to the chirping of the birds through the open window. A little titmouse perched on the windowsill and looked at Olina with her head tilted. "Well good morning little friend, how nice to see you," Olina said cheerfully. She could see that it was a little female. The male’s markings were stronger. It is very suitable, she thought and smiled at the thought of a male titmouse with a tiny tie and perhaps a top hat on his head. Suddenly the titmouse began a short but glorious song and then she flew away. As fast as she had come.

Olina felt a happiness bubble inside, and she energetically jumped out of bed. She was looking forward to tomorrow. They were going on holiday in a cottage by the sea. Granny was to come along and Great Grandma too, "even if it was the last thing, she did," she had said.

As an only child, Olina had often felt that she was missing someone her own age to play with, but this year it would be different. She had been allowed to take her best friend with her. It was not just any best friend. It was Birk who also happened to be an elf. In fact, only Mum, Granny, and Great Grandma knew about the elves. Dad had no idea. It was a well-kept secret amongst the women in Olina's family.

Birk and Olina had already been on several adventures together. The last was in Spring, where they had helped Spring on its way. It had been quite a task, but they had help from several friends. Even more unusual friends than Birk. She wondered what experiences awaited them during the summer holidays. She loved their little cottage by the sea. Just as much in fact, as she loved Whispers Forest, where they lived.

As she was walking down the stairs, she suddenly heard a tap on the window. Surprised, she turned around, and saw that it was not the little titmouse who had returned, but a large carrier pigeon. She hurried over and the pigeon cooed as he blinked with his small round eyes. "Good morning to you," she said with curiosity in her voice. The pigeon moved, and on his leg Olina saw a scroll of paper with a small red ribbon around it which she gently tugged. "Thank you," Olina said, not quite sure what to do next. The pigeon continued cooing and tilted his head. His fine smooth feathers looked so inviting in the sunshine that she reached out and stroked it with a light hand. He felt warm and soft, and he cooed comfortably. That was right until something knocked on the door and he was startled. He clumsily flew away and Olina jumped in the air also startled. Granny peered in. Olina looked back bewildered. Then they both laughed out loud at each other. "Good morning," Granny said at last, "are you talking to pigeons?"

"Yes," said Olina, "he must have come by with a message.” She turned around and looked at the windowsill, but there was no paper with red ribbon. She looked down to the courtyard, and there was the little scroll. It had fallen out and landed on a dense, green bush that grew up against the wall. "There!" She said eagerly, "I can see it!"

"Good, then you'd better go down to fetch it - Will you come and have breakfast afterwards?” But Olina was already whizzing down the stairs and outside in the courtyard. She quickly found the small scroll. It was easy to see with the red ribbon. On the bench by the wall, she sat down in the sunshine to read the scroll.

Bombils Backpack

Olina gently untied the little red ribbon and took it off the scroll. When she unfolded the paper, there was a long message on the short piece of paper:

Dear Olina

I've already left for the cottage to get ready and take

care of some things. I have a task for you and Birk

when you arrive, and a greeting from a friend you

haven’t yet met. His name is Kai, and you will find him

down on the beach near the big rock, when you go west

on the way to the lighthouse. You are very welcome to go

over and pick up a backpack in my house before you leave.

You will find a few useful things for the trip.

See you soon,

Your friend, Bombil

Olina sat excited with the paper in her hand. She looked over at the barn, where the loft was almost empty of hay. Her heart was pounding, and she was certain that another wonderful adventure was in store for her and Birk.

Forgetting all about breakfast, she jumped up and headed to the barn. Bombil lived up in the gables of the barn above the hayloft. Olina wondered what might be in the backpack of useful things. She knew Bombil well enough to guess- probably not commonplace things like sunscreen and towels for the beach- which were not elf things, and Bombil was as much an elf as anyone could be.

As she climbed up the ladder to the hayloft, she was greeted by the friendly, old farm cat. He stretched and got up from a straw bale. "Hi Mons," she said lightly and went over to cuddle him. She loved his soft, grey fur. He yawned loudly and blinked with his green eyes. Olina looked up at the small door in the gable and wondered. With nearly all the hay used, how was she supposed to get hold of the backpack? She pushed a couple of the last stacked straw bales together. Then she started crawling up to the tiny door. When she got up there, it opened easily and elegantly, right in front of her nose.

Mons had jumped up after her, but she had not noticed that. Inside the lovely little home, she could see that everything was normal. Fragrant herbs hung from the ceiling in the kitchen. There were soft armchairs with beautiful, embroidered pillows. There was a friendly and welcoming atmosphere in Bombil's home. Suddenly something resembling a small frying pan whizzed through the air past her face. “CLONK!” It sounded. Mons let out a hiss so loud that Olina almost lost her balance on the stacked straw bales. Astonished, she peeked into Bombils house. It was Apodemus, Bombil's old house mouse, standing and laughing at his bullseye. "Oh my, Apodemus," said Olina, and could not help but giggle a little.

Mons was all right. Only his pride was slightly hurt. He now sat down on the hayloft and stared up at the open door in the gable.

Olina turned her attention to the little house mouse who had picked up a light blue backpack which he was dragging towards Olina. She looked curiously and expectantly, as he finally got it over to her. Even though it was summer, he still wore the golden scarf around his neck. Olina smiled at the thought of the incredible experiences they had had in the spring, where she had also met Apodemus for the first time. He was a funny old mouse who had his quirks. He and Mons were certainly not good friends, she knew that well, but now she had seen it for a fact. He nodded at the backpack, as if to say she could take it. With her thumb and index finger she reached in to grab the tiny backpack. She was curious about its contents. As soon as the backpack was outside the door, a strange noise began, and the bag grew. “POOF!” Olina was so surprised that she lost her balance and landed in a large pile of hay at the loft and with the now large backpack in her arms.

She struggled a bit to get up again. She could have sworn that Apodemus was standing in the small doorway laughing at her now. Finally, she got up, glad that it was a soft haystack she had landed in. She went over and put the heavy backpack on a straw bale. She opened it carefully and looked inside. There was a dark blue bottle. She took the cork off and smelled the content. She had already guessed what it was. Oh, she loved Bombil's special elf beer. This one she knew well, for she had already tasted it with Birk in the spring, when he had told her that it was Bombil's summer beer. It bubbled and crackled in her nose, so she quickly held it away from her nose and put the cork back on. She looked forward to enjoying it on the holiday. It was incredibly special, Bombils elf beer.

It could make her as small as the elves, let her talk to and understand the animals. It warmed all the way into the soul. The best laughs she had had with Birk, when they had accidently sniffed the sparkling foam that would colourfully jump up her nose and bubble out through her ears. She placed the blue bottle carefully on the straw bale, so it did not roll down.

The next thing she found, when she dived into the backpack again, was a small book. There was nothing on the outside. She opened and flipped through the book, but the pages inside were also blank. She put that aside too and thought it probably would make sense later. Maybe a book for notes? The next thing surprised her a lot.

It was a complete conch. When she held it up, she seemed to be able to hear something. She put her ear to the opening of the conch and now she could clearly hear it. It roared and whispered! Just like the sea. Now she also thought she could smell the sea foam and she closed her eyes in wonder. The smell and taste of the salty sea air tickled her senses, and she felt the breeze in her hair. It was absolutely marvelous. Now she was even more excited about tomorrow. She had missed being by the sea. She put the beautiful conch together with the bottle and the book. Her fingers again grabbed curiously into the backpack.