Steven Smith- adventures
Synopsis of „STEVEN SMITH, ADVENTURES IN THE WORLD OF MAGIC ”
What would you do if you were a ten-year old child and one day your mother would tell you that you have to go to a boarding school far away from her, your classmates and friends, yet no one would tell you why? This terrible thing happened to Steven Smith, or as his friends calls him, Stevie.
Overnight the Stevie`s world is turned upside down. In boundless desperation he sulkily refuses his new classmates’ attempts in approaching him. When he realizes that his behavior has been wrongly received by his classmates, it is too late as George becomes his fierce enemy, such that cannot be drawn away from playing pranks on him.
What will become of this introverted and deeply wounded child? Will anybody stand up for him? How will he act when Timmy, the guinea pig that came from Wonderland, tells him that the life of Andrew, a boy turned into a ghost, depends on his courage and devoted helpfulness?
You will find out all this, dear Reader, if you accompany Stevie along these pages and plunge into the magical world of Wonderland. Here you can wander through Entor, the marvelous city of the effid fairies, which is hidden inside of a mountain. You can get to know Naladir, the modest but brave snolf fairy, who conceals under his brown hood his bewitching apple-green eyes and his forehead adorned with the enchanted image of a crowned snake. You may also grow fond of Riffo, the faithful little blue elf and his mistress, the twelve-year old Adrora, daughter of King Telamon, a righteous king, who had been turned to stone together with his whole court by the wizard Darkar. Together with the little princess, you can even circle above the enchanted palace on the back of a mighty gryphon. Moreover, you can look into the gruesome, glowing ember-eyes of the invincible worthak soldiers whose evil deeds keep the inhabitants of Wonderland in constant terror, and join the seemingly hopeless fight against them.
Finally, you can find out whether Stevie will have the courage to defeat the mighty and evil wizard Darkar and collect from his garden a flower from the Tree of Life which could free Andrew, the little ghost boy.
"Steven Smith-adventures in the world of magic” is an exciting story from the first page until the last, full of magic and adventure. This wonderful tale about love and sacrifice for the sake of others is not only addressed to children, but also to adults who love fantasy.
From November my e-book Steven Smith, Adventures in the World of Magic can be purchased on Amazon.
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I am in need of an agent and also of a Team, who to help make Steven Smith a Brand. I do believe one day this story should be made into a movie, and that is my goal as well as a book.
In my next book, Stevie will finally get to know the reason of his mother sending him to a boarding school. He will also meet his beloved friends from Wonderland, this time here on Earth, together with whom he will experience thrilling adventures on a mysterious hidden island. And the story will continue...
The boys laughed and Stevie ran until he got out of their sight protected by the gigantic trees of the woods over the park. He only stopped when their derisive laughter became inaudible to him. His heart was throbbing violently. He took his handkerchief out of his pocket and passed it over his tear-drenched face. He took a look around. The rusty foliage of the old trees concealed the blue skies from his eyes, save a few inquiring rays of end-of-October sunlight peeping in. Indeed, the forest was wonderful.
For a short time he completely forgot being in a place unknown to him and was enraptured by the sight of the sun setting ablaze the leaves, painting them with vibrant hues of crimson and yellow. Only when he decided to return, did he suddenly realize that he did not know the way home anymore. He was running around for some time trying to find his way but the trees all looked the same and he spent so much time turning around and around watching the dance of the sunbeams that he was simply unable to decide from which direction he came. He sat down wearily at the foot of a tree and, bereft of hope, he buried his face in his hands and broke into tears.
“Little boy, why are you crying so bitterly?” addressed him a piping voice.
Stevie stopped crying and looked around. As he did not see anybody, he thought that he was deceived by hallucinations and started crying even more desperately.
“Don’t you want to talk to me?” asked the piping voice again.
Stevie cast another look around but again, he could not see anyone.
“Is anybody here?” he asked shyly.
“Of course there is! How could I talk to you if I were not here?” came the answer again in a high-pitched voice.
Stevie sprang up as if being stung by a wasp because he still was unable to see the owner of the voice.
“Hey, look out! Don’t tread on me!” squeaked the piping voice. “I’m right here at your feet!”
Stevie was petrified, he dared not move a single part of his body, only his ebony eyes were looking around horror-stricken. When he saw the mottled hair-ball next to his feet, his courage left him completely. He started shouting in despair and ran off without leaving a trace.
“Stevie, wait! Don’t run away!” shouted the mottled creature. “Was it me that scared you so much? I won’t hurt you!” the forest resounded with its ringing laughter. “I have come to help you! Wait for me, please!”
Stevie summoned up his courage again, stopped and with a sudden move picked up a fallen branch lying on the ground and turned around lifting it threateningly.
“Oh, don’t hit me, please!” screamed the tiny hair-ball.
“Who are you? What are you?..and how can you talk?...And how do you know my name?!” asked Stevie still holding the stick in his hand ready for attack.
“My name is Timmy. I am a guinea pig and I come from Wonderland. Do you remember when you were sitting under the tree weeping, wishing for a miracle to happen so you could get back to your room without any difficulties?…Well…”
“Wait a minute…” Stevie burst out in laughter rubbing his eyes incredulously. “Do you want to tell me that you came here because of the wish I had made? It’s impossible! I must be dreaming…a talking guinea pig…from Wonderland!...”
He pinched himself to find out whether he was awake or just dreaming.
“Ouch,” he exclaimed. “This one really hurt! This means I’m not dreaming after all…”
“At last! If only I knew why is it so hard to make people understand that they are not dreaming and that we, the creatures of Wonderland, incredible as it might seem, are truly existing beings. And now, follow me because it is soon going to get dark and you’ll have to be at home for dinner. In turn for my help, I expect you to share with me that nice big apple that you’ll receive.”
Having said this, he started off running. Stevie having no other option, still somewhat incredulously but taking heart followed the tiny mottled hair-ball.
Emerging from the forest, Stevie caught sight of the gray building of the school and smiled with relief.
“Indeed, we have found our way out of the forest!” he said as he turned towards the little creature. “How should I thank you?”
“I have the answer to your question!” the reply immediately came in the now familiar piping voice. “Put me in your pocket, I can see it is large enough for me to nestle in it, and take me to your room.”
On hearing this, Stevie was startled.
“You want me to take you in my room? How could I do such thing? If the boys saw you, they would tell the headmistress and I would get into serious trouble!”
“Well…” the guinea pig scratched his head ruminatively, “…you will have to take me with you! I came here because of you, to take care of you and you will have to take care of me as well! Don’t fear that the boys will see me because I can easily hide from them, they won’t even suspect my presence.”
Stevie did not resist anymore, put Timmy in his pocket and taking firm steps started walking towards the building.
Fortunately, there was no one in the room so the guinea pig could look around without being disturbed and search for a proper hiding-place.
“Don’t forget the apple!” he called out after Stevie as he was about to leave for dinner.
After going to bed when everybody was sound asleep, the door of Stevie’s night-stand opened and without making a sound Timmy stepped out. On the top of the night-stand there was one half of a red apple awaiting Timmy, who feasted on it right away. Afterwards he climbed down on the bed with a view to having a nap next to Stevie, who exactly at that moment, lifted his arm drawing a semicircle in the air and dropped it on his pillow. Poor Timmy had to jump really high to avoid being unintentionally struck by the boy’s hand.
“Oh, my!” thought Timmy. “This is no joke! It seems that it is quite dangerous to sleep here.” He clung on to the sheet and slid down along it to the floor.
He nosed around the room as if he had been looking for something and climbed up to the window-sill from where he pushed the window open with his tiny nose and walked out. It was pitch dark outside, the sill was rather narrow and his little feet slipped. He would have surely fallen lest somebody caught him. The curious little creature would surely have come off badly.
“You should be more careful! You are not a bird to roam in such heights,” he heard a boy’s voice talking to him while he was taken back into the room.
“Oh, you really frightened me!” said Timmy panting for breath. “Why didn’t you come earlier? I grew weary of waiting. I wanted to find you and make sure you had not moved out from here.”
“What? Me, moving out of here?” chuckled Timmy’s rescuer. “A ghost can never leave its own house! Come on, let’s go up to the attic room, there we can talk without being bothered.”
“Poor Stevie,” whispered the white-skinned boy as he looked at Stevie. “We must help him somehow!” he said while he took Timmy in his arms and together they vanished through the ceiling.
On reaching the attic room, the white-faced ghost-boy put down Timmy on a dust-laden cushion of an old armchair.
“Achoo! Achoo!” sneezed Timmy stirring the thin layer of fine dust covering the cushion.
“Oh, my! … Achoo! ... When was this place last cleaned?” Timmy wondered as his tiny black eyes roamed the room.
“I don’t know, but obviously it must have been quite a long time ago,” replied the small ghost. “I don’t mind at all, I usually very much enjoy watching the clouds of dust dancing. Would you like to see it?” he asked amusedly and started to dance whirling around in the room.
“I’d rather not…if you don’t mind,” responded Timmy in a frightened voice covering his nostrils with his thin fingers. “Instead, I suggest that we should get straight to the point. I am here again and this time I feel that I have not come in vain. Aaachoo! This is just more than I can tolerate! We must clean this place first!” he exclaimed and shaking himself, in a blink of an eye, transformed into a dwarf with smiling face and a long red beard. He took off his black cap and dipping into it up to his elbow produced his magic wand, with which he started drawing tiny circles in the dusty air of the room. The little white-faced ghost was just about to protest against this act of the dwarf for he knew that it was not allowed to use the magic wand in this world in the presence of human beings. Yet, suddenly, the millions of grains of dust in the room began to sparkle and vanished leaving no trace of their presence.
“It is much better now!” concluded the dwarf as he settled down comfortably in the clean armchair.
“Are you out of your mind?” the little ghost rebuked him. “How dare you use the magic wand here when you know how severely you could be punished for doing so?”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about the law, anyway, it was only the two of us in the room and this means I didn’t break the law. So I am here again!” he told the ghost-boy with a telling look. “I believe I found the one who can break the evil spell that was cast on you. He possesses all the necessary qualities: courage, perseverance and affection for others. These altogether create the force that enables us to defeat the evil Darkar.”
“Do you really think that I could indeed regain the life they had taken from me?” asked the ghost-boy and in his eyes filled with tears, after so much time, now a glimmer of long lost hope shimmered.
“Certainly! It is written in the Book of the Wise,” Timmy stood up and walked to the old chest in the darkest corner of the room. As he waved his magic wand its rusty lock snapped open sending sparks into the air and amidst squeaking and creaking, the cover of the chest opened. He stooped and took out an incredibly old book fastened with shiny silver bands. As he gently touched the bands, a wonderful soft melody resounded and all of a sudden, the air was filled with the sweet scent of lilacs. The silver bands suffused the room with light then loosened themselves allowing the dwarf to open the book.
“See, it’s here!” rejoiced the dwarf at reading the ancient letters written in golden ink, across which he ran his fingers in admiration. Then he continued, “The Book says,”
“If a brave, persevering and good-hearted human being is able to defeat the evil wizard and bring from his garden the flower of the watchfully guarded Tree of Life, and throws the crushed petals of this flower at the ghost, it shall regain the life it had been deprived of.”
“Thus, there is hope for you but we have to wait until Stevie himself wants to save you. He is the mortal human being who can help you, provided that he does it of his own free will. Only through his own well-meant and voluntary resolution will he be able to get to Wonderland, and find the Tree of Life and its wonderful flower.”
“So Stevie is the one who could save me…” wondered the ghost-boy about what has been said.
“I took to him from the very first moment I saw him. I wanted to help him so many times because his roommates treat him so unfairly and he is always so sad. However, as we are only allowed to intervene in the affairs of human beings on rare occasions, I never ventured to help him. But now that I am aware of the way things stand I am determined to help him,” he said with glowing eyes.
Outside the sun was awakening. She stretched herself yawning, scattering the veil of darkness with her golden beams and dressed the sky surrounding her into shades of purple. After putting back the Book of the Wise into the chest and carefully locking it, the red-bearded dwarf waved his wand, shook himself and changed back to the nice little guinea pig Stevie knew.
“It’s high time I went back to Stevie,” he noted. “The children will soon be awake.”
The ghost-boy gently lifted Timmy and left the room the way he entered it. A little later on he put down the soft little hair-ball on Stevie’s night-stand. He took one more caressing look at the boy who was not suspecting anything, then dissipated like the clouds after a storm.
Timmy slipped back into the drawer and stretching out comfortably fell sound asleep.
STEVEN SMITH – is a pretty 10 year-old boy with delicate features, big black eyes, black slightly wavy hair, shy, but with a smile that wins your heart immediately. He is smart, kind, but also stubborn. He loves his mother a lot, yet, due to certain problems that appear but which she does not share with Stevie, she has to send him away, to a boarding school. Although hard tried and extremely disappointed, Stevie proves to be a true friend. When he finds out that he is needed, his pure heart urges him to set out in a totally unknown world, fighting bravely the dangers and hardships that appear.
ADAM – is a boy one year older than Stevie, the only one who stands up for Stevie when all the other colleagues think of nothing but to bully him. Motherless and abandoned by his father, Adam understands Stevie perfectly and becomes his best friend. Finding out about the trip his friend is to take, Adam accompanies Stevie on this fantastic journey, without faltering.
SANDRA – a colleague of Stevie and Adam’s from the boarding school, she is a very smart girl with good grades, which causes the envy of many orphan boys. She becomes friends with Stevie when he, together with Adam and the little guinea pig Timmy, rescue her from the cave she was unable to exit without help. Together with Adam, she accompanies Stevie on his adventurous journey.
TIMMY – is a cute positive character arrived from the magic world of Wonderland to help Stevie. At the same time, he knows that Stevie, due to his kind nature can free from an evil spell and give back the lost life of Andrew, the little “ghost boy”.
ADRORA - the twelve-year old spoilt and unruly daughter of King Telamon. She was the only one to escape the evil spell as she was riding in the nearby woods with her beloved and devoted minder, Riffo the blue elf, with whom they found themselves alone returning among the dwellers of the castle turned to stone. Adrora inherited from his father the ability to perform magic, and it is believed that on reaching adulthood, she will have even greater powers than her father had.
THE EFFIDS - fairies belonging to the family of the elf fairies. They have pointed ears, big dark eyes, fair skin and long, dark and wavy hair. Similarly to the elves, they are beautiful creatures. They live in ENTOR, which is the highest rocky mountain of Wonderland. Inside its summit, the effids have built a city for themselves.
They are taciturn, they only talk when they really must do so, they can see in the dark, they are not too friendly, but not pugnacious either. They are very proud of their own beauty, they do not tolerate injustice, thus they often stand up for the ones in need of help.
They are skilled, excellent warriors and if they get wounded and their wound is fatal, they, leave their wounded body, transform into butterflies and until they receive a new body, live among the mryons.
THE SNOLVES - tall, slender and quite flexible creatures; they are able to slip through any narrow crevice. They have blond curly hair, their eyes are apple-green and when attacking, their pupils contract to a thin streak. They hypnotize and benumb their enemies with their gaze. They have an image of a crowned snake on their foreheads. In case they are in danger, this snake gives off a dazzling light, thus they are able to flee.
Because they do not like flamboyance, and they are by nature quite distinctive, they usually walk about enshrouded in a brown hooded cloak reaching to the ground.
THE MRYONS - tiny butterfly-winged flower fairies that usually have reddish-blond hair, but there have been instances of light brown hair as well. Their long wavy hair is always filled with tiny flowers, they wear a garland of flowers and their clothes are ethereal white or rose-colored. They live and sleep in cups of flowers and they are the ones who open the petals of flowers in the morning.
They are merry creatures with wonderful voices and are very playful. They spent the whole day dancing and singing, flying from one flower to another. They are very inquisitive and friendly creatures, should they see a stranger, they surround him immediately and they are asking questions all the time. They look after the effids turned into butterflies while they are given a new body replacing the wounded one.
BLUE ELF - have the height of dwarves, they are very thin, nimble, agile elves with a light blue skin almost translucent. They are able to adapt the color of their skin to their actual environment, for instance in a cave they turn dark brown or gray. Their eyes are whitish blue and have straight white hair. They are very faithful and devoted. They are very talkative so often royal families have them as companions for their children. If they take to someone, they are ready to risk their lives for that person.
XELDRA - mermaid with shells and pearls in her silvery-blond hair and a huge dorsal fin tinged with sparkling pink. On her shoulder, there are three silvery, pink and light purple gills and below her waist, her fish body is covered with scales of rose-red and violet-color, her bosom adorned by shells and pearl necklaces.
THE WORTHAKS - the iron soldiers of the evil wizard Darkar. They have glowing red eyes, which can give off bolts of fire. They are very cruel and obey Darkar’s commands only. They are known to be invincible, still they have one weak point, if somebody spurts water into their eyes, the embers of their eyes go out giving off smoke and they slowly collapse and melt to a small piece of metal. Of course, this feature of theirs was not known for a long time.
DERLANA - sorceress, a kind spirit who has powers similar to the ones the evil Darkar possesses. Her palace to strangers seems to be no more than a small hut, but as they enter the little door, they can see the luxurious halls. In this palace, there is a hall in which three pillars support the dome ceiling. The pillars have dragonheads on their tops, looking towards the center of the hall where a silver caldron stands on golden supports. If Derlana is summoned, the dragonheads emit a dazzling ray of light into the caldron, making it give out wisps of smoke. After that, a dazzling light comes from the caldron and slowly a silvery-skinned female figure emerges: Derlana the sorceress. She is the greatest and most powerful enemy of Darkar, yet they have made and agreement not to interfere into each other’s plans.
TELAMON - a mighty king, possessing magic powers. His court was turned into stone by Darkar as revenge, for Telamon did not want to help him ensnare and kill Stevie and Timmy. He also turned to stone the king himself together with the queen fixing them to the throne. Telamon has long white hair and beard as well. At present, his face is stone-gray and his icy blue eyes are staring lifelessly into space. At times, his head bends backwards and a stone-gray female head appears instead, the head of Queen Rheyara.
THE GORPS - ant men, everybody is afraid of them and try to steer clear of them for they are cruel, barbaric and unfriendly.
Stevie is a real life person. I met him in 2002 when he was 11 years old and he lived in a boarding school, far away from his mother, and that’s why he suffered a lot. It was very dear to me from the first time I saw him, so to take away some of his pain, I called him every weekend to play with my daughter. That’s where my idea of writing a story about a little boy sent to boarding school came from. Years passed, today Steven is a 26 years old young man and we still meet each other from time to time.
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I started working on the sequel of the novel. Title: Steven Smith, The mysterious island
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