THE GLASS Hatchet

Some time ago, there was a Lord and Sovereign who had all that they might actually want in this world, with the exception of a kid. Finally, after twelve years, the Sovereign brought forth a child, but she didn't live long enough to partake in her satisfaction, for on the next day she passed on. However, before her passing, she called her significant other to her and said, 'Never let the youngster put his feet on the ground, for when he does so he will fall into the force of an insidious Pixie, who will cause him much damage.' And these were the final words the unfortunate Sovereign expressed.

The kid grew and became large, and when he was excessively weighty for his medical caretaker to convey, a seat was made for him on little wheels, in which he could meander through the castle gardens without assistance; at different times he was conveyed about on a litter, and he was in every case painstakingly watched and monitored for dread whenever he put his feet to the ground.

However, as this kind of life was terrible for his wellbeing, the specialists requested him do horse exercise, and he before long turned into a top-notch rider and used to go out for long trips riding a horse, joined consistently by his dad's stud groom and a various entourage.

Consistently, he rode through the adjoining fields and woods and consistently got back at night, protected and well. In this manner, numerous years passed, and the Sovereign developed masculinity, and scarcely anybody recalled the Sovereign's admonition; however, precautionary measures were as yet taken, more out of use and habit than for some other explanation. On one occasion, the Ruler and his suite went out for a ride in a wood where his dad sometimes held a chase. Their way was driven through a stream whose banks were congested with thick brushwood. Similarly, as the horsemen were going to portage the waterway, a bunny, surprised by the ponies' feet, fired up from the grass and ran towards the brush. The youthful Ruler sought after the little animal and had nearly surpassed it when the size of his seat unexpectedly broke in two and he fell vigorously to the ground. No sooner had his foot contacted the earth than he vanished before the eyes of the sickened retainers. They looked for him all over, yet all to no end, and they had to perceive the force of the abhorrent Pixie, against which the Sovereign had cautioned them on her demise bed. The old Lord was greatly lamented when they presented to him the fresh insight about his child's vanishing; however, as he could never really liberate him from his destiny, he surrendered himself to an advanced age of despondency and dejection, valuing simultaneously the expectation that some fortunate opportunity could one day convey the adolescent out of the hands of his foe. Scarcely had the Ruler contacted the ground than he felt himself fiercely held onto by a concealed power and rushed away, knowing not where. An entirely different world loosened up before him, very dissimilar to the one he had left. A magnificent palace encompassed by an enormous lake was the home of the Pixie, and the main way to deal with it was through an extension of mists. On the opposite side of the lake, high mountains ascended, and dull woods extended along the banks. Over undeniably hung a thick fog, and profound quiet ruled all over. No sooner had the Pixie contacted her own space than she made herself apparent, and going to the Ruler, she let him know that unless he complied with every one of her orders down to the minutest detail, he would be seriously rebuffed. Then she gave him a hatchet made of glass and bade him cross the scaffold of mists and go into the woods past and cut down every one of the trees there before nightfall. Simultaneously, she forewarned him with numerous irate words against addressing a person of color he would probably meet in the woods. The Ruler paid attention to her words docilely, and when she had finished, she took up the glass hatchet and set out for the woodland. At each step, he appeared to sink very high; however, dread gave wings to his feet, and he crossed the lake in wellbeing and set to work without a moment's delay.

Yet no sooner had he hit the main blow with his hatchet than it broke into 1,000 pieces against the tree. Poor people's youth was so alarmed he didn't have the foggiest idea what to do, for he was in human fear of the discipline the underhanded old Pixie would cause for him. He meandered back and forth in the woods, not knowing where he was going, and finally, exhausted by weariness and hopelessness, he sank on the ground and fell asleep soundly.

He didn't have any idea how long he had dozed when an unexpected sound got him up, and opening his eyes, he saw a person of color remaining next to him. Aware of the Pixie's advance notice, he wouldn't even come close to tending to her; however, she, on her part, welcomed him in the most well-disposed way and asked him without a moment's delay on the off chance that he were under the force of the fiendish Pixie. The Ruler gestured his head quietly in reply. Then the person of color let him know that she also was in the force of the Pixie, who had bound her to meander about in her current appearance until some adolescent ought to show compassion for her and bear her in wellbeing to the opposite side of the stream, which they found somewhere far off, and on the opposite side of which the Pixie's space and power finished.

The young lady's words so enlivened the Ruler with certainty that he told her all his story of hardship and wound up by asking her recommendation regarding how he was to get away from the discipline the Pixie would make certain to cause for him when she found that he had not chopped down the trees in the wood and that he had broken her hatchet. 'You should be aware,' addressed the person of color, 'that the Pixie in whose power we both are is my own mom, yet you should not double-cross this mystery, for it would cost me my life. In the event that you will just guarantee to attempt to free me, I will remain by you and will accomplish for you every one of the errands which my mom sets you.' The Ruler guaranteed cheerfully all she asked; then, having again cautioned him not to double-cross her certainty, she gave him a draft to drink, which exceptionally before long sunk his faculties into a profound sleep. His bewilderment was extraordinary when he arose to find the glass hatchet whole and whole next to him and every one of the trees of the wood lying felled around him!

He made all flurry across the scaffold of mists and let the Pixie know that her orders were complied with. She was abundantly flabbergasted when she heard that all the wood was chopped down and saw the hatchet solid in his grasp, and since she could hardly imagine how he had done this without anyone else, she addressed him, barely assuming he had seen or addressed the person of color. Be that as it may, the Sovereign lied manfully and swore he had never gazed upward from his work briefly. Seeing she could not get anything more out of him, she gave him a little bread and water, and showing him to a little dim cabinet, she let him know he could rest there.

The morning had barely unfolded when the Pixie got up the Ruler, and giving him the glass hatchet again, she advised him to cut up all the wood he had felled the other day and to place it in groups prepared for kindling; simultaneously, she cautioned him again against drawing nearer or talking a word to the person of color in the event that he met her in the wood.

Despite the fact that his undertaking was no simpler than that of the other day, the adolescent set out significantly more merrily on the grounds that he realized he could depend on the assistance of an individual of color. With a speedier and lighter step, he crossed the extension of mists, and scarcely had he arrived at the opposite side when his companion remained before him and welcomed him happily. At the point when she heard what the Pixie requested this time, she addressed him smilingly, 'Never dread,' and gave him another draft, which exceptionally before long made the Sovereign sink into a profound rest.

At the point when he arose, everything was finished. Every one of the trees in the wood was cut up into kindling and organized in packs prepared for use. He got back to the palace as fast as possible and let the Pixie know that her orders had been complied with. She was significantly more flabbergasted than she had been previously and asked him once more, assuming he had either seen or addressed the person of color; yet the Ruler knew not to sell out his promise and again lied openly. On the next day, the Pixie gave him a third errand to do, much harder than the other two. She let him know he should construct a palace on the opposite side of the lake, made of only gold, silver, and valuable stones, and except if he could achieve this in something like 60 minutes, the most incredibly horrible destruction was waiting for him. The Ruler heard her words without tension, so completely did he depend on the assistance of his dark companion. Confident, he rushed across the scaffold and perceived on the double where the palace was to remain, for spades, mallets, tomahawks, and each and every other structure carried out lay dissipated on the ground prepared for the worker's hand; however, of gold, silver, and valuable stones, there was not a sign. Yet, before she had the opportunity and willpower to feel gloomy, the person of color enticed him somewhere far off from behind a stone, where she had stowed herself in dread that her mom ought to see her. Blissful, the young man rushed towards her and implored her for guidance and direction in the new piece of work he had been given to do.

Yet, this time the Pixie had watched the Sovereign's developments from her window, and she saw him concealing himself behind the stone with her little girl. She expressed a puncturing yell, so the mountains reverberated with its sound, and the scared pair had scarcely considered watching out from their stowing-away spot when the rankled lady, with her dress and hair flying in the breeze, rushed over the extension of mists. The Sovereign immediately surrendered himself for loss; however, the young lady advised him to be of good boldness and to follow her as fast as possible. In any case, before they left their haven, she severed a smidgen of the stone, expressed a few enchantment words over it, and tossed it toward the path her mom was coming from. In a second, a sparkling castle emerged before the eyes of the pixie, which dazed her with its stunning wonder and, with its numerous entryways and sections, kept her for quite a while from getting herself away from it.

Meanwhile, the person of color rushed on with the Sovereign, hurrying to arrive at the stream, where, on the opposite side, they would at any point be out of the fiendish Pixie's power. Be that as it may, before they had achieved around 50% of the manner in which they heard once more the stir of her pieces of clothing and her mumbled curses seeking after them intently, The Sovereign was unnerved; he tried not to think back, and he felt his solidarity giving way. Be that as it may, before having the opportunity to surrender, the young lady expressed a few additional enchanted words, and promptly, when all was said and done, she was changed into a lake and the Ruler into a duck swimming on its surface.

At the point when the Pixie saw this, her fury exceeded all rational limitations, and she utilized all her enchanted brains to make the lake vanish; she made a slope of sand emerge at her feet, meaning it would evaporate the water on the double. Yet, the sand slope just drove the lake somewhat farther away, and its waters appeared to build as opposed to lessening. At the point when the elderly person saw that the powers of her wizardry were of so little benefit, she had a plan of action to craft. She tossed a ton of gold nuts into the lake, trusting in this method for getting the duck; however, the entirety of her endeavors were unproductive, for the little animal would not allow itself to be gotten.

Then a novel thought struck the evil elderly person, and concealing herself behind the stone that had protected the escapees, she held up behind it, observing cautiously for the second time when the Sovereign and her little girl ought to continue their normal structures and proceed with their excursion.

She had not to stand by long, for when the young lady thought her mom was securely far removed, she changed herself and the Sovereign again into their human shapes and set out merrily for the waterway.

However, they had not made many advances when the devilish Pixie rushed after them, an attracted knife in her hand, and was close upon them when, unexpectedly, rather than the Ruler and her girl, she wound up before an incredible stone church, whose entry was painstakingly protected by an immense priest.

Short of breath with fury and energy, she attempted to dive her knife into the priest's heart, yet it fell in pieces at her feet. She was not set in stone to pull down the congregation and, consequently, to obliterate her two casualties for ever. She stepped multiple times on the ground, and the earth shuddered, and both the congregation and the priest started to shake. When the Pixie saw this, she withdrew some distance from the structure so as not to be harmed herself by its fall. Yet again, however, her plan was ill-fated to disappointment, for scarcely had she gone a yard from the congregation when both it and the priest vanished, and she ended up in a pitch-dark wood loaded with wolves, bears, and wild creatures of numerous kinds and depictions.

Then, at that point, her anger gave way to dread, for she dreaded each second of being torn in pieces by the monsters, and every last one appeared to challenge her power. Yet again, she thought it smartest to advance overall quite well out of the woods and, afterward, to seek after the escapees and achieve their annihilation either forcibly or shrewdly. Meanwhile, the Ruler and the individual of color had again expected their regular structures and were rushing on as quickly as possible to arrive at the stream. Yet, when they arrived, they observed that it was basically impossible that they could cross it, and the young lady's enchanted workmanship appeared to no longer have any power. Then, at that point, going to the Ruler, she said, 'The hour for my liberation has not yet come; however, as you vowed to do all you could to free me, you should do precisely as I bid you now. Take this bow and bolt and kill each monster you see with them, and be certain you spare no living animal.'

With these words she vanished, and barely had she done as such when a gigantic wild pig began to emerge from the shrubbery and made straight for the Ruler. Yet the young man didn't lose his good judgment, and drawing his bow, he penetrated the monster with his bolt directly through the skull. The animal fell vigorously to the ground, and out of its side sprang a little bunny, which ran like the breeze along the stream bank. Yet again the Ruler drew his bow, and the bunny lay dead at his feet; yet at a similar second, a pigeon ascended in the air and surrounded the Sovereign's head in the most trusting way. Be that as it may, aware of the person of color's orders, he tried not to spare the little animal's life, and taking one more bolt from his quiver, he laid it as dead as the hog and the rabbit. In any case, when he went to take a gander at the body of the bird, he found, rather than the pigeon, a round white egg lying on the ground.

While he was looking at it and considering what it could mean, he heard the broadening of wings above him, and looking into it, he saw a tremendous vulture with open hooks dipping downward on him. In a second, he held onto the egg and flung it at the bird energetically, and a modern-day miracle! rather than the monstrous beast, the most gorgeous young lady he had at any point seen remained before, according to the Sovereign.

Yet, while this was going on, the underhanded old Pixie had figured out how to advance free and clear and was currently involving the last asset as an option for her to surpass her girl and the Ruler. When she was in the open again, she mounted her chariot, which was drawn by a blazing winged serpent, and flew through the air in it. Yet, similarly, as she got to the stream, she saw the two sweethearts in one another's arms swimming through the water as effectively as two fish.

Fast as lightning and distracted by each and every risk, she flew downward on them. In any case, the waters held onto her chariot and sank it in the lowest profundities, and the waves bore the underhanded elderly person down the stream till she was trapped in some thistle brambles, where she made a decent feast for every one of the little fish that were swimming about. Thus, finally, the Ruler and his exquisite Lady were free. They rushed as fast as they could to the old Ruler, who grabbed them with euphoria and energy. On the next day, a most ravishing wedding feast was held, and to the extent that we know, the Ruler and his lady lived joyfully for ever a short time later.