Zlartinpole was a dragon who
lived in the forest near the land of Slodinbob.
Everyone in Slodinbob was afraid of Zlartinpole. They were
afraid of his big green scales, of his long spiky tail, and they were especially
afraid of the fire he breathed out of his two round nostrils.
The fire came out in three colors -- RED,
PURPLE, and BLUE
--
Now in reality, Zlartinpole only breathed fire when he got
scared or sneezed, but everyone thought he did it to try and burn Slodinbob
to a crisp.
As a matter of fact, everyone was so scared of Zlartinpole
that one evening, a group of townspeople got together and went to see the King
and Queen of Slodinbob. They wanted to demand that something be done to rid
the land of the dreaded dragon.
King Mercer was a kind man, and he and his wife, Queen Melinda
agreed to meet with them.
The leader of the group, a young man named Harold, spoke first.
"Great King Mercer, we are afraid for our lives! That horrible dragon lurks
near our homes, and threatens to burn them all down!"
Priscilla, the pleasant woman who ran the food market, spoke
next. "Everything we have worked our whole lives for could be destroyed in an
instant if that horrible dragon continues to live here!" she said worriedly.
Everyone in the group shouted in agreement. "Yes!" they all
shouted at once. "We must rid Slodinbob of the dragon!"
King Mercer spoke slowly in his deep, rumbling voice. "I understand
that you are all afraid of the dragon. Queen Melinda and I shall discuss what
should be done. We will invite you all back to a meeting once we make our decision."
Queen Melinda, dressed in her glistening jewels and elegant
robes nodded in agreement with her husband. "We will not keep you waiting for
long, because we too are worried about what damage this horrible dragon might
cause." The townspeople seemed satisfied, and went on their way.
Once they left the castle, Queen Melinda turned to King Mercer
and asked, "Have you seen Princess Marigold this afternoon? I have not seen
her since lunchtime, and I am beginning to get rather worried."
"No," said the king, "and I am very worried about her as well."
Princess Marigold was the only child of King Mercer and Queen Melinda. They
loved her dearly, but also worried about her constantly because she was always
running off and getting lost in the forest.
This time, young Marigold was romping through the forest near
Slodinbob. She ran and leapt. She frolicked and pranced, her long, amber hair
swaying with every move. Princess Marigold was having so much fun she did not
realize how late it was.
"Oh dear," she said to herself, "I must get back to the castle.
Mother and Father must be getting very worried about me." She looked around
and realized it was too dark to find her way back. Frightened, Princess Marigold
put her head in her hands and started to cry.
"Pardon me," someone with a very gruff voice asked. "Are you
lost? Do you need help?"
Princess Marigold looked up to find herself staring face
to face with Zlartinpole the dragon, who had bent his long neck down to
face her.
When Marigold realized she was looking at a dragon, she jumped
and let out a loud scream! Turning to quickly run away, the Princess Marigold
accidentally tripped and fell backwards, landing right smack in the fold of
Zlartinpole's right wing, which gently scooped her up as she fell, carefully
settling her on top of his back.
"I hope my scales are not too rough for you," Zlartinpole
the Dragon apologized. "But it is much too late for you to be out all
alone. Strangers could be about, you know. I'll see you home safely. No one
will trouble a Princess under the care of a dragon."
Princess Marigold was still a bit afraid of this fire-breathing
dragon whom everyone said was going to be a big problem for the
land of Slodinbob.
"Are you the dragon that is going to burn everyone's homes
down?" she asked in a very frightened little voice.
"Goodness gracious me!" exclaimed a startled Zlartinpole,
"What a thought!"
"Absolutely not," he replied firmly. "I would never try to
hurt anyone or anything."
"Then why is everyone so afraid of you?" Princess Marigold
inquired curiously.
"They just don't know me very well, and one should never try
to judge a book by its cover. Now then, no more questions -- we'd best get you
home."
With that, Zlartinpole flew into the air with Princess Marigold's
arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "Wheee!" Princess Marigold squealed with
delight. "This is so much fun!"
"I wish everyone wouldn't be so afraid of you," Princess Marigold
began. "I'm going to go to my parents and tell them what a wonderful, kind dragon
you are."
Zlartinpole wiped away the big sad tear drop that fell onto
his protruding nose. "Thank you so much," he said sincerely. "I hope that when
the King and Queen find out I helped you, that they will tell the people of
Slodinbob that there is no reason to be afraid of me."
Princess Marigold waved good-bye as Zlartinpole flapped his
gigantic wings and flew back to his home in the forest. As soon as he was out
of sight, Princess Marigold ran to find her parents in the castle.
When she found them, they were sitting on their golden thrones
looking very angry.
"Young lady," her father started, his voice bellowing with
anger, "Just what did you think you were doing, accepting a ride from a dangerous
dragon?"
"He's not dangerous. He helped me, because I was lost, and...
" the princess began.
"That's enough Marigold!" Queen Melinda interrupted in a stern
voice. "These courageous knights told us that the dragon was about to attack
the castle! They told us that the dragon was holding you captive and they had
to hurry before it did something terrible to you! They said they had to hurry
to alert the other knights because they had no chance of fighting such a large
and violent beast on their own!"
Princess Marigold looked very shocked. "But he wasn't holding
me captive," she tried to explain. "I didn't know where I was and he..."
"Silence!" her father yelled loudly, interrupting her. "You
will no longer go wandering about wherever and whenever you please. Go to your
room immediately."
At that very moment one of the royal knights ran into the
room. "Your Majesties," he said as he bowed to both the King and Queen, "The
beast is gone. But we will find where he is hiding. Once we do, Slodinbob will
no longer be terrorized."
"Go to the forest at once!" King Mercer commanded in a louder
voice than usual. "Comb through every tree, every hill, every valley. Find the
dragon, and bring back the beast's head!"
Princess Marigold was on her way to her room when she heard
her father's command.
"I must go to the forest and warn Zlartinpole, before Father's
knights find him," she said to herself. She quietly sneaked out of a secret
exit behind the stairway that led upstairs to her room. She ran as fast as she
could, past the town hall, past the marketplace, past the schoolhouse. When
trees and green surrounded Princess Marigold, she knew she had found the forest.
But where was Zlartinpole?
She looked up at the tops of the tall trees, but saw nothing
but leaves. Was he behind a large rock? Perhaps he was at the bank of the stream,
having a sip of water.
Suddenly, she heard a loud roar and the air was filled with
smoke. Turning around, she saw Zlartinpole, looking very embarrassed, as came
out from behind a berry bush.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, Princess Marigold," he said.
"But I was smelling some beautiful flowers, and I'm afraid they made me sneeze."
Princess Marigold wrapped her arms as far around Zlartinpole
as they would stretch. "I am so glad to see you," she said. "But I came
here to warn you -- my father's knights are after you, and they want to bring
back your head. My parents just wouldn't listen to me! I tried
to explain . . ." Her voice became a trail of sobs.
Zlartinpole put one wing around Princess Marigold, and drew
her close to his side. "It's not your fault," he said as he tried to comfort
her.
Just then one of the king's men appeared out of the darkness,
holding a bright torch. "Princess Marigold! Princess Marigold!" he yelled in
his loudest voice. "Get away from that monstrous beast!"
"He's not... he's not... " the princess sobbed, before Zlartinpole
gently pushed her away.
"Run home quickly Princess Marigold! It is not safe for you
here," he said. Princess Marigold stole a quick, sad glance back at him, and
then began running just as fast as she could back home to the castle.
King Mercer's knights slowly approached, one by one, until
twenty of them surrounded Zlartinpole with their swords drawn. "You will not
get away this time!" one of them growled.
"Don't try to escape!" bellowed another.
"You will no longer terrorize the land of Slodinbob!" yelled
a third.
Zlartinpole saw what a difficult situation he was in, and
began to get very scared. He got so scared, in fact, that all of a sudden
from out of his nostrils came a loud: The knights first scattered, and then they all charged towards
poor Zlartinpole!.
"CRACKLE! HISS!" The guards kept charging, and Zlartinpole kept breathing fire,
trying his very best not to hurt anybody. This went on for quite some time,
until all of a sudden, interrupting this ruckus came a loud shout of
"HALT!"
The guards instantly recognized this voice, and stopped in
their tracks. There stood King Mercer, with Queen Melinda and Princess Marigold
by his side. "I am so glad my prize horses got us here in time," King Mercer
said, pointing towards the three golden steeds.
"My darling Princess Marigold just told her mother and me exactly
what happened to her today, how this dragon named Zlaten, ummm . . . Zlarted,
ummm . . . "
"Zlartinpole," Princess Marigold whispered in her father's
ear.
"How this dragon named Zlartinpole," the King continued, "rescued
her from being lost in the woods. It was our terrible, terrible mistake to believe
that this creature intends to harm Slodinbob. Men, please put your weapons away
and return to the castle." The guards, as always, did exactly as the King commanded.
"As for you, Zlartinpole," began Queen Melinda, "We owe you
our deepest apologies. We should have listened to Princess Marigold when
she tried to explain earlier, and we should never have assumed you were so dangerous
just because you are a dragon."
Zlartinpole's big green eyes filled with tears of gratitude,
and the Princess Marigold gave her friend the dragon a big hug .
"Come back to the castle with us, Zlartinpole," King Mercer
offered. "You can be our official guard dragon."
"Thank you so much for your generous offer, Sire," Zlartinpole
said, "...but I must decline. The forest is my home. It is where I feel safe
and happy. I don't want to live anywhere else."
Princess Marigold looked especially disappointed. "Will I ever
see you again?" she asked.
"Please don't look so sad," he replied. "I promise that you
will always be able to find me here."
By now, it was very late, and Princess Marigold, King Mercer,
and Queen Melinda were very tired and had to go home to their castle. They all
bade farewell to their new friend Zlartinpole, and promised to visit him in
the forest very soon.
Zlartinpole waved goodbye to his friends then leapt into the
air, flying higher than the tops of the tallest trees, and right into the clouds.
....and it was very hot!
Shortly afterwards, Zlartinpole and Princess Marigold
landed in front of the great castle. When the two knights guarding the castle
gate saw the dragon, they quickly drew their swords. Princess Marigold was
afraid that the men would try and hurt Zlartinpole. Instead, the knights
dropped their weapons, and ran inside.
"BOOM!"
and a cloud of smoke rose from where his flames hit the ground.
went
the flames as they hit the shield of one of the knights, promptly melting it
into a silvery puddle.
Illustration Pending
About the Author:
Paula E. Kirman is a freelance writer based in Edmonton, Canada. She is a graduate of the University of Alberta, with a Bachelor of Education degree in English and Music. Her articles, book reviews, and interviews have appeared in such magazines and newspapers as the Calgary Herald, Edmonton Journal, Prairie Books Now, and The Beaver. She is also a poet, and has poems forthcoming in a variety of print and electronic publications. "The Dragon in the Forest" is an adaptation of a story Paula wrote years ago. The tale won an amateur writing contest, and was performed as a play for children across Western Canada. You may write to Paula Kirman at calypso@freenet.edmonton.ab.ca
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