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- Herausgeber: Nosy Crow
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Serie: The Secret Rescuers
- Sprache: Englisch
A brilliant series for 7+ readers full of adventure, magic and friendship from Paula Harrison, author of the Rescue Princesses and Kitty and the Moonlight Rescue series. When Sophy finds a little lost dragon, she knows he's in danger. It will take all her courage to keep Cloudy safe, and a little bit of magic too. But what if there are other creatures in danger? It looks like Sophy's going to need some friends to help her with her secret rescues... Beautifully illustrated throughout by Sophy Williams, this is the perfect book for young readers who love magic and animals! Don't miss the other titles in this series: The Sky Unicorn, The Sea Pony, The Baby Firebird and more!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
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The moon had come out from behind a cloud, flooding the sky with pale light. A dark shape was moving closer. At first it seemed like another cloud, but as it grew Sophy saw that it was a huge flight of dragons…
Contents
Chapter One
The Golden Songbird
Sophy hurried out of the castle door carrying a heavy wooden chair. She stopped at the bottom of the steps to get her breath back. Her arms ached from lifting things all morning!
A gentle breeze blew across the castle battlements, ruffling her wavy golden hair.
“Hurry up, Sophy! There’s no time to dawdle.” Mrs Ricker marched down the steps, her eyes bulging behind her spectacles. “And tie your hair back at once. I don’t want the queen to see you looking so messy.”
Mrs Ricker was the Royal Housekeeper. She was the kind of person who could spot untidy hair or a dirty apron from miles away!
“Yes, Mrs Ricker.” Sophy searched her apron pocket for a hair bobble and quickly plaited her hair. Her parents had died when she was little and she’d worked as a maid at Greytowers Castle ever since. She was used to the housekeeper’s strict ways.
Mrs Ricker went back inside. Sophy picked up the chair again and walked across the wooden drawbridge. The castle was circled by a moat filled with water and the drawbridge was the only way to get across.
When she reached the other side, Sophy set down the chair and gazed around. Greytowers Castle stood on a hill and the view from the top was amazing.
The Kingdom of Arramia stretched out in every direction, with its thick forests, bright rivers and majestic, snowy mountains.
Two planets hung together in the sky, a green one and a smaller purple one. Sophy loved the story of how the planets grew by magic in the air.
Storytellers visiting the castle would often tell the tale and she would hide behind the door to listen. Sometimes the storytellers would talk of magical animals like unicorns, star wolves, cloud bears and dragons. Then Sophy would promise herself that one day she’d leave the castle and go to look for the creatures in those stories!
She shaded her eyes to peer into the distance. Beyond the fields was a huge forest that stretched for miles. Away to the west, a silver river wound along the valley. Sophy had heard of many magical animals but she’d never seen any of them! Could there be a star wolf in that forest … or a unicorn by that river? She was too far away to see and it wasn’t likely the creatures would ever come closer to the castle.
Not everyone was kind to magical animals, although Sophy didn’t really know why. The queen’s favourite knight, Sir Fitzroy, had once declared he thought it was wrong for creatures to have magical powers at all.
Sighing, Sophy dragged the chair round the corner to the gatehouse. The ground was covered with tables, chairs, wardrobes and boxes. Queen Viola had decided to get rid of some palace furniture, along with the old king’s belongings. King Rupert had died the year before. He’d been a great collector, so there were an awful lot of things the queen wanted to throw away!
A boy with a freckled face leaped out from behind a wardrobe. “Hey, Sophy!”
“Tom!” Sophy gasped. “Don’t make me jump like that!”
“Sorry!” Tom grinned and wiped his hands on his muddy trousers. “Is there much more to fetch?”
“No, that’s it.”
“Good. I don’t think I’d be able to fit anything else on the cart.” Tom went off, whistling.
Sophy walked around the mountain of stuff. The old furniture was going to Ingleton village to be sold at the market. Tom, who worked in the gardens, would be taking it there in the cart. Among the worn-out chairs and tables, Sophy could see the old king’s belongings. There was a pile of rolled-up maps and a huge telescope, and towers of old books with titles like Paths Across theHeskia Mountains. It made Sophy feel sad seeing the unwanted books piled up on the ground.
Then she noticed something else and caught her breath.
On the grass, under a table, was a small black chest with a silver lock. Sophy recognised it straightaway. The king had collected crystals and kept them in that chest. She’d only seen them once, when the king had opened the box as she was passing by. She’d never forgotten the dazzling beauty of the stones inside. Surely the queen hadn’t thrown them away?
Heart thumping, she climbed over two chairs and scrambled under the table to get to the chest. Her apron was really grubby now but she didn’t care. Her fingers struggled with the silver catch but eventually she opened it and pulled up the lid.
Crystals of every colour from ruby red to emerald green and sapphire blue gleamed inside the box. Sophy took out a deep-blue one and held it in the palm of her hand. This was the colour she’d always imagined the sea might be.
A fluttering noise made her look up. A golden songbird flew down and perched on the back of a chair, watching her with beady black eyes. Sophy put the blue crystal back, suddenly feeling as if she was doing something wrong. The bird fluffed up its golden feathers and let out a trill of beautiful music.
Sophy had never heard anything so lovely. She hoped the bird might sing again but instead it fluttered down beside her. Then it hopped on to the edge of the chest and tilted its head, eyeing first Sophy and then the crystals.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” said Sophy.
The songbird hopped right into the middle of the crystals and flapped its wings, scattering stones out of the chest and on to the ground.
“Stop!” cried Sophy, trying to catch the spilling crystals. “We’ll lose them if you do that.”
But the songbird went on beating its wings, sending more stones flying. At last it stopped and pecked at the remaining crystals. Sophy leaned closer. It was trying to get at something beneath the stones. The bird had a piece of purple material in its beak, and it pulled and pulled. Finally it let go of the cloth and gave an impatient trill. It was almost as though it was asking her to help.
