Incredible Adventures Along the Seven Wonders (Part one)

By Madina Del Terra Solicino

The heart is yearning for some antiquity?
Legendary?
Adventurous?
And fantasy?
Then this is for you!
Visiting antique cities of
•Egypt
•Greece
•And Babylonia!
“That was connected with an ancient legend. There was said that somewhere beyond the river, in the Candle Valley there existed the Water of Eternity. And the Candle Valley situated beyond the Nile in the Unexplored Land.
How would it be if the Pyramids were poured with the Eternity Water? Undoubtedly, no matter whatever curse had been laid on them, it would be immediately removed and the breakdown would stop at once. They would stand for eternity. But who could bring that water? Who can vanquish all the difficulties of the mysterious path leading to the Candle Valley?” ..

Ancient legends and ancient mystery were reborn in the modern world!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Madina Del Terra Solicino
• Release date: Nov 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370035724

Madina Del Terra Solicino

Hi everyone! Today I'm here to tell you my story as well as the story of my first book.I was 12 years old when I'd started writing the book and 16 when I finished. So the whole job took four years, though with some intervals. During that time I made a lot of changes: added, subtracted, improved (or made worse, who knows :) . Anyway, I hope that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I want to let you know that I deeply appreciate your opinions and can't wait to receive your sincere rating.

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Madina Del Terra Solicino

Incredible

adventures along

THE SEVEN WONDERS

PART ONE

The Egyptian

adventures

Chapter one

The beginning of the journey

She is wandering in an endless valley, in golden sunshine. Beyond the river of Nile, there is the city of Memphis, showing off all its glory and beauty.

In the centre of the city there is a grand palace that could have astonished anyone by its Egyptian luxury. As we slowly enter this noble palace, we can hear joyful laughter of the people, merry melody of the instruments we’ve never heard before and much and much of noise.

But as we continue investigating, we find something strange, or rather someone from the stranger world. And soon, we observe the girl –she, whose name is Sanam, despite having the same Egyptian dressings as the others and her Egyptian-like name, is not in the least like the others. Being surrounded by a crowd of well-dressed Egyptians, she is unceasingly talking in an agitated tone:

"I awfully regret that, but I have to leave Memphis, right now. I must go back home and it’s so far away..."

"Where’s your home, I wonder? Haven’t you come from the stranger world?" jokingly, remarks one of the young Egyptians.

"Sort of... smiles Sanam. But... will you see me off to the Mediterranean Sea? From there, I can easily return home... she sighs, ...go back to my dear Sicily... At least, I hope so..." Sanam doesn’t not have time to finish the sentence. Unexpectedly, it all begins trembling, crackling and breaking down.

An earthquake? No, even worse. Before the people realize what is happening, terrible sand storm carries away them all..."

Sanam, wake up! Wake up!

Oh, no, that’s unfair... Where am I?

Did you forget? Today we will set for the journey. But, if you don’t want to, then you may just...

What? Sanam jumped up immediately, Mum?!

Yes!

I am at home? Well, well... The journey... Ah, aren’t we getting late for the plane? Aren’t we... Or is that, is that...

Oh, calm down, my darling, smiled Mum. Wash up and join us for the breakfast. We’ll talk then.

Sanam and her family lived in the south of Italy, in Sicily. Sanam was cheerful and vivacious girl. She was an unordinary type, like her name. She was keen on history – the history of the Antique times and especially, the Egyptian history. Sanam was a fan of historical films, historical novels and historical computer games. And she had read great number of historical novels. She never got bored of history. But the most surprising of all was that she always dreamt of travelling back into historical times...

She had a strange habit, which was related with her five flash-pens of five different colours: green, violet, golden, grey and pink. She always carried a writing pad and these pens with her. Each pen had its own function: She used grey for making to-do lists (in Sanam’s opinion, grey was a colour that makes neither happy nor sad). Green was used to write about what interesting events happened during a day, as Sanam thought green was the most suitable for this. The most important and useful information and recipes were taken down in golden – expensive information needs an expensive colour, explained Sanam. She wrote necessary foreign words with violet and she wrote her dreams with pink colour.

Sanam had a friendly family, consisting of four members – her father, mother, her baby brother and her.

As for the journey, which was mentioned above, it was one of her biggest dreams – journey to France. A happy holiday in the city of dreams, Paris. Her Dad prepared it as a birthday present for Sanam. She was really glad of the promised journey; she was counting days and hours. She could’t help herself imagining how wonderful that was going to be during the holiday...

By the midday, the family had already got aboard the airplane successfully. Soon, Sanam got acquainted with a nice girl of her age, who was also travelling with her family. Her name was Amira. It didn’t take a long time for them to make up friends – a couple of minutes. They had got plenty hours to get to the destination, so girls were going to have a great time.

A few minutes after, one more girl joined them. Both Sanam’s new friends were from France; they came to Italy on holiday, and now, were returning to France. Sanam told them that they were, on contrary, going to France to spend their holiday.

Amira lived in Bordeaux, one of the most important seaports of France . The other girl, Hasine was her name, came from Corsica, a wonderful island in the south of France.

Hasine went on with her tale about medicinal herbs and their use. Hasine knew many things related to the traditional medicine. She learnt that from her old grandmother, who lived in a country and was a healer.

I guess that sounds pretty strange, a healer, in our modern world, but I fancy her when she deals with patients so accurately, despite having any of this little modern medical stuff.

That’s cool! Amira and Sanam kept on exclaiming as long as Hasine was talking.

What’s this? Is that your diary book? Hasine indicated to Sanam’s writing pad.

Well, no, maybe it seems strange to you, but... after few seconds of hesitation Sanam narrated everything about her habit of flash pens of five functions.

Oh, that’s interesting, isn’t it? said Amira. Each person has its own strange habits. Take for an instance, me, I always carry five hundred counted beads with me.

Oh, what do you do with them?

Actually, I knit jewellery. In some sense it’s my hobby. But must often of all, I lose them, then I count them, when I realize the loss, I begin troubling and wiping... Amira chuckled. And I would be glad if the beads turned up to be precious. It would be really great!

At first, everything was perfect: the sun was shining, the sky was blue, clouds were white and fluffy and the flight was smooth and measured. But, as ill luck would have it, the weather changed. The sky turned dark and miserable. And then, the airplane was flying through the dense gloom of the black clouds. The passengers saw how lightning stroke in the sky. It stormed heavily.

The wind was playing with the plane so airily, just as little kids play with their flying kits. The storm carried it away wherever it would have.

Suddenly, the passengers realized that the airplane touched the ground. Everybody thanked God and thanked the pilot, because the whole equipage remained safe and sound.

However, the situation was troubling, as the plane landed not on a station, but on the middle of a deserted valley.

Has the plane broken down?

Maybe so, maybe even worse...

That was really bad. The plane was, indeed, in crack-up.

That’s a bad sign, the journey hasn’t even begun yet and there’s an accident...

The steward tried to calm down the passengers.

Nothing serious. Don’t panic. Everything is OK. The plane is being examined. It won’t take more than an hour or so.

It passed half an hour. It passed an hour. It passed two hours.

The passengers had already stopped feeling anxious, on contrary, they distracted themselves by watching the picturesque view of the country, for the mountainous country they had stopped was marvellous and full of charms of nature; the valley was wonderful with its sublime mountains, with its twinkling waterfall and fresh, sweet, sweet air.

Sitting inside, the passengers got bored. Some of them got out of the plane and walked in the valley. The three friends – Sanam, Amira, Hasine with their parents were also outside.

The valley was, no doubt, beautiful and walking there was entire pleasance. But there was also something, something along the valley, up the hill and in the mountain: something, that couldn’t be left unobserved; something that was calling, beguiling and enchanting the passengers – the mysterious cave of the mountain.

The tourists decided to explore the cave in order to kill time and amuse themselves by learning peculiarities of the landmark. So the they set off.

The mysterious cave was, indeed, full of extraordinary spectacles. In the cave, there were rocks in different strange shapes, like statues; musical fountains, frozen crystals, drawn pictures on the wall and so on... Beguiled by the view, the three friends could not realize they were going inner and inner. They were enchanted by their own curiosity. They didn’t know that the paths of the cave were as implicate as a real labyrinth.

As the girls moved on, the path widened down. When they reached the widest part of the path, Amira saw glittering stones on the wall of the cave.

The gems of my dream! applauded Amira cheerfully.

The girls climbed around to pick up gemstones. But the cliffs where the gems were found turned out to be soft. Suddenly, it all began crumbling; the water gushed out of the cliffs and struck the girls. They began screaming and calling for help. A strong current took them away.

Some time