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Opher and his best friend Shley venture down the scary path and into the forbidden forest in a quest to save their world from the cold darkness promised by the White Bird. Follow the adventures of Opher and Shley as they try to save their world and get the Golden Bird back. In his quest to save the world, Opher makes the first stars ever seen in his land. Advertising. Product Details. ISBN- 1. 3: 9. 78. Publisher: Trafford Publishing. Publication date: 0. Pages: 3. 2Product dimensions: 8. Read an Excerpt. The Golden Bird. The Adventures of Opher and Shley. By C. Robertson Mc. Coll, Joseph Ingking. Trafford Publishing Copyright . Robertson Mc. Coll. All rights reserved. ISBN: 9. 78- 1- 4. CHAPTER 1. The Scary Path. Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, in a land way far across the ocean, there lived a little boy, and his name was Opher. Opher's best friend in the whole wide world was a little girl named Shley. Every day Opher would walk Shley home from school and carry her books because they were best friends, and Opher was a very nice boy. As they walked home, they always went by a dark tree covered scary path that disappeared into the woods, and Opher often wondered what was at the other end. His parents would never let him go down that path into the woods because they thought he might get lost. No one in Ophers little town ever went on the scarey path and into the forest. The people never said why, they just pretended it wasn't there. One day, Opher decided to explore the path they passed, and he asked Shley if she would go with him. She said yes, and the next day, when they left school together, instead of going home, they turned and went down the path to see what was at the end. As they went deeper into the forest, they began to see all the beautiful plants and flowers that grew deep within the mysterious forest. They hadn't been gone long when all of a sudden Shley got scared! The sun was now going down, and the shadows the trees made looked like scary animals to her! See that big rock over there? Now I feel a lot better. Don't you think we should get going now? It is getting late, and our parents might wonder where we are. It was hard to see, but as the Opher and Shley squinted their eyes they saw something incredible. She had a long slender white neck covered in feathers that looked like silk. Her tail stretched out behind her like the train on the gown of a beautiful bride. She truly was magical looking. Her feathers sparkled in the soft sunlight, reflecting off the drops of water on her wings. Opher whispered ever so softly, . If she does, the legend says she will take the morning sun and leave forever, and it will be dark and cold on the earth for the rest of time! Crack went the branch. The sound echoed over the pond. Don't even breathe or look at the white bird, and she might not see us. In the faint moonlight, it was hard to see them, but as the white bird swam closer, she noticed them. But since they weren't looking at her, she thought they didn't see her. She swam away and flew up into the sky and slowly disappeared into the purple darkness of the night. Opher and Shley turned and tiptoed back the way they came. They found the big rock and turned left. They knew they were not safe and headed toward their homes. That night, Opher lay awake in his bed. He could not get the image of the white bird out of his head. He had to see her just one more time. So the next morning, Opher got up so early the morning sun wasn't even up yet. He put on his warm pants and jacket because it was still very cold outside, and he remembered his mom would always dress him in very warm clothes so he wouldn't get sick. He snuck out of the house very quietly so he wouldn't wake up his mom and dad. Down the street, he skipped till he found the scary path that led into the forest. He went down the path using only the moonlight to guide him. He spotted the big rock, then turned right past the rock, and headed to the spot where he and Shley had seen the white bird the day before. Then in the far distance, way up in the sky, Opher saw a faint light. It must be the white bird bringing the morning sun. As he looked harder and squinted his eyes, he was able to see the white bird with the morning sun on her back. He watched in amazement as she flew ever so high and flung the morning sun into the heavens. She looked back to see if the morning sun was in the right spot, then slowly glided down to the pond to rest as she was very tired from carrying the weight of the morning sun. Opher pushed back the branches of the bush he was hiding next to so he could watch the most beautiful bird he had ever seen swim effortlessly in the pond. The sun sparkled off her back as though she had diamonds on her feathers. Opher was lost in his thoughts as he watched the bird swim by. Suddenly, the white bird looked right at him because he was now standing out in the open in front of the bush. He hadn't realized he had moved because he was so amazed watching the white bird swim. Opher reached into his pocket and pulled out an old handkerchief wrapped around something. The white bird stopped flapping her wings, turned around, and looked at Opher with her dark piercing eyes, which were as cold as the night. The white bird gasped as she looked at his treasure. It had to have been hundreds of years old, made from the purest gold ever to be found, and crafted by a people not even known to this land. Its feathers were so perfect they actually looked as real as the white bird's feathers even though they were made of gold. Her eyes were made out of the most precious and perfect diamonds found only on a remote island on the other side of the world. Surely, it was the most beautiful bird ever, and the white bird had to have it. Opher said it was a present to him from his mom and had been in their family for hundreds and hundreds of years. No one was really sure where it even came from. But if I ever see you again, you bad, bad boy, I truly will take the morning sun and hide it forever so your world will have to live in darkness and cold because of you! He placed the golden bird in her feathers. She pulled it sharply out of his hand and, without another word, flew away into the sky and disappeared. CHAPTER 4. Opher's Lie. Now, what was Opher going to tell his mom about the golden bird he had just given away? He thought and thought as he walked back home. He told his mom that he was running in the forest very fast because he was scared and tripped over a log, and as he fell and hit the ground, the golden bird bounced out of his pocket and fell off the tall cliff by the edge of the river and into the dark water below. He told his mom that he stayed and tried to find it, but it was swept down the river and he never found it. Opher's mom was so upset that she fell to the floor crying. He had lost her family's golden bird. Opher's heart was broken as he watched his mom cry and cry. He tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't stop crying. She just got up and went to her room and locked the door. She wouldn't come out and just stared out the window every day with tears in her eyes. Opher felt so bad he knew he had to get that bird back to see his mom happy again no matter what the cost. My mom is so sad, and I love her so very much, Opher thought. I can't let her go on like this, or she will die of a broken heart. So Opher went off to bed, and the next morning, he got up very early again, even before the sun was up again, because he knew what he had to do—get the golden bird back for his mom—and the white bird would be at the pond. He found the scary path and headed toward the pond to meet the white bird. He found the big rock and turned right and tiptoed down the path till he came to the bush at the edge of the pond. Opher waited in the still of the night as he gazed into the sky for the light of the morning sun. She turned toward him and swam to him for she was very angry now. I am going to leave and take your precious golden bird and the morning sun, and you will never see us again!! My mother is so sad she is going to die of a broken heart if I don't bring it back to her. She just turned and started to flap her beautiful shimmering wings to fly away. Opher jumped toward her, showing her a rope he had found in his room. The white bird looked back at him and just laughed. Opher twirled the rope round and round like the cowboys he had seen on television. As the white bird flew higher and higher, he flung the rope as hard as he could, and it caught around the white bird's neck. She flapped her wings harder and harder to try and get loose from the rope around her neck. Opher didn't realize how strong she was, and he started to slip on the wet ground, sliding toward the pond. With one last huge jerk, he pulled with all the strength he had left in his body. Suddenly the white bird flipped upside down, and out of her feathers fell the statue of the golden bird. Down it fell toward the ground but hit the top of a pine tree. CHAPTER 5. How the Stars Were Made. The diamond eyes of the golden bird shattered into a million tiny pieces and bounced up into the sky, making the stars. Now for the very first time, the world had stars at night, and they were beautiful. As Opher looked up, he saw the white bird flying away. He had defeated her, and she never came back again. She had left the morning sun, and from that day on, it started rising and setting by itself. Opher picked up the golden bird and ran home to show his mom. She was standing outside, looking up at the stars, for she had never seen anything like them before. Opher ran up to his mom and hugged her. They stayed up all night, and Opher told her the real story of what really happened to the golden bird. They fell asleep in front of a warm fire as she hugged Opher. She loved him so very much and was glad he was home safe with her.
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