Charcoal's Adventures or Dragon's Fairy Tales

By Алиса Демидова

What is this fairy tale about? It’s hard to say. It is so versatile. For someone this story will tell about friendship, another will find out about the world, the others may learn dragon’s whims. The heroes of this story come alive, descent from the pages and continue their adventures in reader’s imagination.

This book will be interesting to the people of any age. My friends read it to their little children; in some schools the first-graders studied this fairy tale on their classes. Different people were imbued by this charming story with great pleasure.
Everything depends on your own view to things and phenomena. If you enjoy traveling and magic, I invite you into the mesmerizing world of Charcoal...

• Language: English
• Publisher: izdat-knigu.ru
• Release date: Apr 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311776471

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Charcoal’s adventures

or

Dragon’s fairy tales

Alisa Demidova

Smashwords Edition

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Copyright © 2014 by Alisa Demidova

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Chapter 1. A Successful Evening

It was one of the rare warm and sunny evenings of late September. The wind was performing its grim walk on the snowy mountain tops, which were gently sleeping in the tinkling silence as if time ceased to exist for them a long time ago or possibly never existed.

The only thing which interrupted the ancient stillness of this place was the hardly perceptible shadow, scurrying swiftly from side to side on the mirror-like mountain ridges.

It was the Dragon playing with the plump evening clouds and the narrow sunrays, twisting and binding them together with colourful ribbons made of stardust. With a genuine joy he was making large holes in the thin clouds, leaving pieces of clear azure sky as if seen through a worn bed sheet.

This smoky black Dragon with resplendent semitransparent wings glistening in the sun as a trout scale was named Charcoal by his Grandmother, who loved to watch her grandson drawing on the rocks with his sharp-ended tail, which is handed down from grandparents to grandchildren.

Charcoal played today until it grew dark, but when the night came to paint the sky with its own colour and when the stars started to come for their session, he suddenly felt an urge to dine.

The Dragon decided to fly to his favourite place for hunting, to the Glade of the Two Powers, where the dark and the light side of the Moon meet, he paused at the very border and stood still, gazing intently into the cold blue space.

As he was waiting in the ambush, his mind was preoccupied with springing memories of last full moon, when he played with sparks and accidentally burnt his left paw. He was also pondering, that after dinner it would be great to find a painter working on a picture and to smell his inspiration and the oil paints, in other words, to spend the evening usefully. Probably he would have had still more thoughts, but suddenly something flashed on the edge of the Moon – the long awaited moment came!

‘The prey runs to the hunter!’ smiled Charcoal cunningly, protracting his long carmine claws with a sense of satisfaction.

He waited a little, jumped forth and gripped a star’s tail with a swift precise movement. Overjoyed with such an easy success, he started to consider from which side to eat it, but the star broke free from his clutch and ran faster than before, whistling loudly a cowboy theme.

‘Halt! Halt, I’m telling you! You cannot escape from me, you shining, fat, tasty one, halt!!!’ shouted Charcoal, his mouth watering. ‘Quick food – good food! I won’t hurt you! Come to me quick, I want to eat!!! Halt!!!’

He almost reached the star, stretched himself and increased