Mick McArt - The Three Princesses of Wordishure

This is a work of fiction. Except in references to the Lord Jesus Christ, the events and characters described herein are imaginary and not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

The Three Princesses of Wordishure

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Copyright 2012 Mick Art Productions

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"Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth."

Luke 15:10

In the peaceful land of Wordishure, there were three princesses who lived in a beautiful castle that overlooked its green hills and sparkling blue lakes. These three princesses were well known and highly regarded for their tender hearts and charitable nature.

The King and Queen's eldest daughter was Princess Irelynd. She loved to sing. Whenever she sang a song about Jesus, the animals would come from all around just to listen. The second daughter was Princess Tara, who God blessed with a wonderful imagination. She painted the most beautiful pictures in all of Wordishure. The third and youngest daughter was Princess Ashtyn. Ashtyn loved to plant flowers. Her favorite was the Hia Rose, which she planted all over the land.

One day, the three daughters were playing together when a servant came in and asked them to come meet a visitor in the royal courtyard. The princesses were very excited about having a visitor, so they brushed their hair and tidied up their things (whoever heard of a messy princess?). Because it was the King's naptime, the three princesses had to tiptoe down long corridors passing large beautiful rooms, until they reached the courtyard.

That's where they saw the visitor who was patiently waiting for them. When the boy saw the princesses' approach, he walked up to greet them. His light gray cloak swept the cobblestones of the courtyard as he stepped up to the princesses and bowed down before them.

"Hello Princesses," said the blonde-haired boy.

"You're a new member at our church," noted Princess Irelynd.

"That's right," he affirmed. "My name is Philip. My sister and I saw you sitting with the King and Queen during Sunday's service at Fellowship Church. My family comes from Bigwater Falls," he explained.

"Welcome to Wordishure Castle. I'm Princess Irelynd, and these are my two sisters, Princess Tara and Princess Ashtyn."

"It's nice to meet you," said Princess Tara.

"Abby shared some of her candy with me at church, can you give her this for me?" asked Princess Ashtyn, holding out a bright red flower to Philip.

"This one is perfect for my sister," replied Philip, taking the flower.

"It's a Hia Rose, the most precious flower in all of the Kingdom," remarked Ashtyn.

"Does Abby have any more candy?" asked Princess Tara.

"Yes. But she is missing," said Philip sadly. "I have come to ask for your help in finding her."

All three princesses agreed to help their new friend.

"We'd love to help, it's always more fun working together!" insisted Princess Irelynd.

Philip reached into his cloak and pulled out a map of Wordishure. He unrolled the map on the cobblestones and pointed to a drawing of a bridge.

"The last time I saw her, she was picking Sweet Lilies by Rickety Bridge," recalled Philip. "She wanted to wear a special flower in her new bonnet at church on Sunday. But she has not returned, and if we don't return home before sunset, our parents will be worried."

Rickety Bridge was the oldest bridge in Wordishure. It was an old wooden footbridge that was creaky and badly in need of repair. The princesses asked the Queen if it was okay if they helped their new friend.

"That is very sweet girls," the Queen said. "But make sure you return home for supper, I am making a big meal for the King. He is always hungry when he wakes up from his nap."

The princesses and Philip left the castle and started on their journey. Along the way, they giggled past Laughing Brook, found a path through Puzzlewood Maze, and twirled in circles through Whirly Bird Meadow (where they had to wait until they weren't dizzy anymore). Wherever they went, Princess Ashtyn made sure to plant flower seeds, that way they would have a trail of flowers to follow on the way back home.

"There's the Sweet Lilies," said Princess Ashtyn, pointing to the flowers growing by Rickety Bridge.

"This is where I last saw Abby," recalled Philip as they approached the bridge.

"Halt!" came a stern voice from the bridge.

It was the Bridge Mizer, the keeper of Rickety Bridge. Although Bridge Mizer was very old, he dutifully kept guard over his beloved bridge.

"Nobody comes through here without paying the rickety toll!" he warned them.

"But we didn't bring any money," worried Princess Irelynd.

"Maybe I can help," said Princess Tara as she took out her trusted paint kit.

The Bridge Mizer watched curiously as she unrolled a piece of canvas and some paints that she always kept with her. She dipped her brush into some of the paints and then nimbly dabbed, brushed, blotted, and dabbed a little more. When Princess Tara had finished her painting, the picture was so beautiful, it nearly leapt off the canvas!

"Here you are," she said, handing the painting to the Bridge Mizer.

She had painted a picture of Rickety Bridge, but it no longer had any sags, cracks, or broken boards. The Bridge Mizer was pleased.

Tearing up with joy, the Bridge Mizer said, "This is wonderful, it's how I see the bridge in my heart. You may now pass over the bridge. And have a safe journey...Abby is closer than you think."

"Have you seen her?" asked Philip.

"Yes I have," remembered the Bridge Mizer nervously. "She has been kidnapped by Brimnibble, the hat-eating dragon. The great big dragon swooped down, ate my rickety hat, nabbed Abby and her new bonnet, and then flew off to her Nibble Nest, which rests on the highest branch in Uppatree Forest."

Legends of Brimnibble were known throughout all the land of Wordishure. In Squintville, it is said that the people now wear hats of broccoli, because Brimnibble does not like broccoli.

With his cloak waving in the wind, Philip bravely stood before the three princesses and declared, "I'm not afraid of the dragon...plus, I want candy!"

They waved goodbye to the Bridge Mizer and crossed Rickety Bridge, running as fast as they could to Uppatree Forest. As they approached Uppatree Forest, they stopped to catch their breath. "Look," said Princess Tara. "A hat crumb trail!"

Princess Tara was right. Bits and pieces of chewed up hats formed a trail that led to a large Uppatree.

"I can see the Nibble Nest," said Princess Ashtyn pointing to the branch where the nest was perched. "And there's Abby!"

"Hello everybody," a voice called down from the nest. "Can somebody come rescue me? I need help getting my candy down."

As they looked up, they could see Abby sitting on the side of the nest, holding a piece of her bonnet and a bag of candy. As she waved to them, a few candy wrappers floated down and landed by the children's feet.