A Unicorn Adventure!
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Authors: Chloe Ryder
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A Magical Friend
A Dream Come True
The Special Secret
A Unicorn Adventure!
An Amazing Rescue
Best Friends Forever!
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For Iyla, who inspired these adventures
With special thanks to Julie Sykes
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Contents
Will Pippa and Princess Stardust find all the golden horseshoes?
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Early one morning
, just before dawn, two ponies stood in an ancient courtyard, looking sadly at a stone wall.
“In all my life this wall has never been empty. I can't believe that the horseshoes have been takenâand just before Midsummer Day too,” said the stallion.
He was a handsome animalâa copper-colored pony, with strong legs and bright eyes, dressed in a royal red sash.
The mare was a dainty yet majestic palomino with a golden coat and a pure white tail that fell to the ground like a waterfall.
She whinnied softly. “We don't have much time to find them all.”
With growing sadness the two ponies watched the night fade away and the sun rise. When the first ray of sunlight spread into the courtyard it lit up the wall, showing the imprints where the golden horseshoes should have been hanging.
“Midsummer Day is the longest day of the year,” said the stallion quietly. “It's the time when our ancient horseshoes must renew their magical energy. If the horseshoes are still missing in eight days, then by nightfall on the eighth day, their magic will fade and our beautiful island will be no more.”
Sighing heavily, he touched his nose to his queen's.
“Only a miracle can save us now,” he said.
The queen dipped her head, the diamonds on her crown sparkling in the early morning light.
“Have faith,” she said gently. “I sense that a miracle is coming.”
Pippa woke with sunlight warming her face and the sound of singing in her ears. The music reminded her of her big sister, Miranda, who often sang in the mornings. Miranda was mostly out of tune though, unlike the beautiful voices Pippa could hear now. Curious, she got out of bed.
“Stardust, are you awake?”
Princess Stardust's straw blanket was crumpled as if she'd gotten up in a hurry. A wave of homesickness hit Pippa as she stared around the empty room. Annoying as Miranda was, she missed herâand Mom and her little brother, Jack. Did they miss Pippa too?
Four days ago Pippa and her family had been on a beach vacation when two giant seahorses had taken her to the enchanted island of Chevalia, a world inhabited by talking ponies. Pippa had learned that Chevalia was in terrible danger. The eight golden horseshoes that gave the island life had been stolen from the Whispering Wall, an ancient courtyard wall in Stableside Castle. If the horseshoes weren't hanging back on the wall in time for Midsummer Day, their magical energy couldn't be renewed by the Midsummer sun and Chevalia would fade away. To Pippa's amazement, she had been asked to find the missing horseshoes. Along with her new best friend, a royal pony called Princess Stardust, she'd managed to find four of them, but Midsummer was three days away and there were still four horseshoes to find.
As Pippa got up, she remembered something importantâChevalia existed in a magical bubble. No time would pass in her world while she was on the island, meaning that none of her family would miss her. Pippa's homesickness vanished immediately.
She skipped to the window to see where the singing was coming from. Princess Stardust's bedroom was in the smallest tower of the castle, topped with a pink flag, and it had a marvelous view. Pippa glanced at the sea sparkling in the distance before looking at the courtyard below.
“It's the Royal Court,” she breathed.
All the ponies of the Royal Court were gathered together, with the princesses and princes in the front. Their colorful sashes and jeweled tiaras shimmered in the morning sun. Crystal, Stardust's bossy oldest sister, was conducting the singing with a riding crop, and the music made Pippa want to dance. When she had first arrived on Chevalia, Pippa had been so shy, but now she was starting to feel as if she belonged here and she couldn't wait to join them.
