One day, the king called the counsellor to him. ‘Wisest counsellor’ he began. ‘There is something I must tell you. It is not true that I have no children. Many years ago, we had a beautiful daughter. But when she was a baby, she was cruelly stolen from us, and we have never seen her again. Soon I will die, and she must be queen. You must find her for me. Find her now!’
The counsellor went to the forest. Then, he started walking in the forest. When he had being walking for a long time, he found a small house. When they arrived at the house, he looked into the window. There was a beautiful girl. So he knocked at the door. And the beautiful girl came out of the house.
“Who are you?” asked the girl. ”Hello. I am the counsellor of the king. Where is your mother?” replied the counsellor. Suddenly an old woman came out of the house. “Who are you?” asked the old woman. “I am the counsellor of the king. A long time ago, the king had a baby, but when she was a baby, she was cruelly stolen. The king gave me one photograph of the baby. Look at it”, replied the counsellor. The old woman took the photograph. She looked at it and she slammed the door. So this beautiful girl was the daughter of the king. So he had to kidnap the girl again.
At night he went again to the house but on the way she met a dwarf. “Hello. Don’t go to this house again, because the old woman is a witch. She is going to kill you”, said the dwarf. “But I have to go there because the young girl is the daughter of the king”, said the counsellor.” Okay, but be careful”.
When he arrived at the house, he had a plan: he was going to burn one tree and meanwhile he was going to introduce in the house. So he burnt the tree and the beautiful girl (the princess) and the witch came out of the house, so he introduced into the house. When they introduced in the house again, the counsellor took the witch a he threw the witch to the fire.” No! It’s my grandmother! Why do you do that?” asked the girl.” Because she was a witch and because she stole you a long time ago. You are a princess and your father is the king. I am going to take you home”, replied the counsellor.
When they arrived at the castle, the king was dead. “This was my father. Who killed him? You killed him. I know you are very bad; you are going to die because now I am the new queen. And you are not going to be my counsellor”, said the princess.
Finally, the bad counsellor died and the princess was the new queen of the land.
Thank you very much for your well-written story, Adriana. Your counsellor was clever (the way he took the princess back), but the princess was still cleverer. Well done!
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