Narrator:
Once upon a time, somewhere beyond the seven seas, there was a kingdom where was dark all the time. So long they had been living this way that not only was the sky overcast but also it was the heart of every one living there. Suddenly, the king had had enough of this and so announced:
The king:
I will make that person’s every wish come true, who brings back light upon the Earth by placing the Sun, the Moon and the stars where they belong.
Narrator:
But for a very long time there was no one who dared to come along. Only until the day, when a poor widow appeared in the palace with her three sons. They were all such tall, burly men among whom the smallest was nearly beaming. He was young with his heart soaring freely even in the deepest darkness. His name was Pretty-field’s Wing. The king put so much hope in them.
Pretty-field’s Wing
Your Highness! Our lives we place in your hands but we do try and undertake.
Narrator:
The king was overjoyed and immediately gave the boys horses and money so that they could set off at once.
Only one man, the smith of the Kingdom, was there, who was about to dissuade them to go. He asked, he begged the lads:
Smith of the Kingdom:
Dear my sons! Please don’t go. Three dragons with twenty-eight heads are waiting for you and there is no such a sword on earth that could vanquish them.
Narrator:
In response, the lads gave him 100 Gold and said:
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Thank you for holding our fate in your heart but do not be afraid.
First Brother:
Here it is 100 Gold. Take and put it in a cauldron.
Second Brother:
Cook it until we return. ( And so they went out of the palace gate.)
Narrator:
Although they knew it would be a long and dangerous way ahead, they were not afraid of it. Pretty-field’s Wing told his brothers:
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Do not fear at all. As long as I can hear what my heart says and faithfully we follow that, there will be no trouble for us of any kind.
Narrator:
His brothers nodded and off they went to regain the light upon the darkened Earth.
The three boys went through the copper forest in order to find the copper bridge.
And just then Pretty-field’s Wing had such a big heartbeat that his horse stumbled.
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Listen to me. We aren’t going further but staying overnight.
Narrator:
At midnight there was poundig rumble as the seven-headed dragon, who had stolen the stars, was saddling his horse.
The heart of Pretty-field’s Wing said.
The heart of Pretty-field’s Wing:
Be brave.
The Seven-Headed Dragon:
What on earth! Who dares to bother me?!
Pretty-field’s Wing:
I am Pretty-field’s Wing and I have come to take the stars back from you.
The Seven-Headed Dragon:
With a blade or just bare hands?
Pretty-field’s Wing:
I’d rather we wrestled. It’s more fortunate that way. (Said the boy and got ready.)
Narrator:
They locked horns with each other in such elan that huge lightning struck out even of the bottom of the sky. In the end, Pretty-field’s Wing overcame and cut the dragon’s seven heads off. At that very moment all the stars could escape and were back up on the sky spreading the light of hope wide across the country.
The next day the three brothers went on until they reached a silver bridge crossing a silver lake.
And then Pretty-field’s Wing had such a big heartbeat again that his horse stumbled.
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Listen to me. We aren’t going further but staying overnight.
Narrator:
And once again at midnight there was poundig rumble as the nine-headed dragon, who had stolen the Moon, was saddling his horse.
The heart of Pretty-field’s Wing said.
The heart of Pretty-field’s Wing:
Be brave and strong.
The Seven-Headed Dragon:
What on earth! (said the dragon furiously) Who dares to bother me?!
Pretty-field’s Wing:
I am Pretty-field’s Wing who killed the seven-headed dragon and brought back the stars up on the sky.
Narrator:
All nine heads of the dragon became enraged. Blowing out fire, the dragon asked nearly shouting:
The Nine-Headed Dragon:
With a blade or just bare hands?
Pretty-field’s Wing:
I’d rather we wrestled. It’s more fortunate that way.
Narrator:
They locked horns with each other in such elan that the ground rumbled under them. In the end Pretty-field’s Wing overcame and cut all the nine heads of the dragon off. At that very moment the Moon escaped and flew back into the sky spreading the light of confidence wide across the country.
The next day the three brothers went on again until they reached the top of the gold mountain. They were standing right beside the golden bridge when Pretty-field’s Wing had another big heartbeat.
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Listen to me. We aren’t going further but staying overnight.
Narrator:
At around midnight there was a huge tremble, rumble as the twelve-headed dragon, who had captured the Sun, was saddling his horse.
The heart of Pretty-fild’s Wing said:
Be brave, strong and full of love. This way not even the dragon’s fire can cause harm on you.
The Twelve-Headed Dragon:
Holy cow! Isn’t it the renowned Pretty-field’s Wing coming around?
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Sure it is. And I have come to set the Sun free.
The Twelve-Headed Dragon:
Well, let’s fight for our lives until death then.
Narrator:
They grabbed each other and first one then the other was winning. Finally Pretty-field’s Wing dug the dragon into the ground until only its twelve heads were visible. He cut all of them.
At that very moment the Sun escaped from captivity and its light shone bright across the sky.
Everybody in the Kingdom was thrilled as they welcomed the rebirth of the light on the Earth with singing.
As they were going home, they got to the shore of a lake. Their hunger was only outweighed by their thirst. (The two brothers are about to dip from the water.)
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Stop. (With his sword he strikes into the water, which has changed.)
Narrator:
Therefore they moved forward. Suddenly, a cold wind blew to make them almost freeze. Just then in the distance they beheld a blazing fire that gave them warmth. They were about to settle around it when:
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Stop. (Lifting high up his sword he strikes into the fire, which has changed.)
Narrator:
They were only few steps away from the gate of the castle when the the dragons’ mother coted them. The gate almost closed behind them, when the dragon, mustering up her last remaining strength, tucked her head in. Pretty-field’s Wing then shouted to the smith of the Kingdom.
Pretty-field’s Wing:
Well, smith of the Kingdom, cast now what you’ve been cooking until now. (The dragons’ mother cries and Pretty-field’s Wing cuts off her head.)
Narrator:
This is how the last dragon was destroyed and the darkness ended. The people were dancing and singing happily and so were their hearts.
