Treasure of the Ancient Wizards

Treasure of the Ancient Wizards

By

Alexander Saunders

THG StarDragon Publishing

Copyright © 2023 by Alexander Saunders.

Smashwords Edition

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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events incidents, foods, or anything else with parallels in our world either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons whether living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Book layout by Teresa Garcia

Final editing by Teresa Garcia

Cover design by Teresa Amehana Garcia

Cover conversion assistant Saorise Anderson

First Edition: September 2023

From the Publisher

THG StarDragon Publishing is pleased to have become the new publisher for Alexander Saunders’ books, and is looking forward to working with him in the future regarding other books he anticipates. As the story in this particular book was written when he was a child, great care was taken in preserving the voice while also looking over what his previous editor had polished his work to.

This company was started after my own difficulty in getting published in the early 2000s in order to help other authors with underrepresented voices. In those days it was authors from non-mainstream religions and child authors I noticed not having their works published as often. After my own son was diagnosed with autism it came to my attention that I needed to pay attention to neurodivergent authorship as well.

Submissions are always open, although only a few can be worked on in a year. Poetry, fantasy, spirituality, adventure, children’s books… all are welcome. Child, teen, and adult authors are all valid. All stories deserve to be heard.

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About the Author

Alexander Saunders was born in Portsmouth England. His family later moved to Massachusetts, USA where he grew up, thus experiencing life on both sides of The Pond. He was diagnosed with autism when young.

His prolific writing, as a child and as an adult, is one of the things that has helped him cope with not only his autism but also some of the difficulties in his life. Like many others, and the characters in his fantasies, those hard times have shaped who he is. Writing allowed him the chance to use his imagination and to explore other possibilities. Like many, he has always had a particular love of dinosaurs. He, like many, believes that there is life out there on other planets. He believes that there may even be life on the other planets of our own solar system. This belief is one of the things that led him to write the books in his Dino Dimension books.

His hope is that you will enjoy reading his fantasies as much as he enjoys writing them. Please go to Amazon to follow his writing, or check the website of THG StarDragon Publishing or the Smashwords publisher distribution page for when his future books become available.

For now though it is time to gather around the library fireplace and listen to the storyteller.

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Chapters

The Beginning

The Adventure Begins

The Great Mountain Journey

The Great Visit and the Dream

The Sisters in the City

The Last Challenges

The Treasure of the Ancient Wizards

The Ending

1

The Beginning

Hello, my friend. I am here to tell you a story, a story about an adventure my friends and I had in another dimension. Yes, I know you’ve probably heard so many stories like this before, but I am not so sure you’ve heard one like this. But in order to know more, you have to read on, and before I even begin, let me give you a quick background on myself. And yes I know in some ways people think it’s strange to have yourself as one of the main characters, but like I said, this is a different kind of story and my way to escape reality since reality has never been kind to me.

Nevertheless, the life I had long ago is a life almost everyone has in these very bad times we live in, and many might disagree, but the reason these times are so bad is because we have a corrupted government, meaning we have politicians in the government who believe that taking from those who have nothing is a good thing, and it’s why I had two working parents who did so much for me and my sister that they never had time to enjoy themselves. There were times we did, but as the corruption in the government got stronger and the rich were getting it all while the rest just struggled and suffered, those days came to an end. They just worked long hours with unfair and cruel management just to not only keep food on the table, but so we could have a place to live and, sometimes, what we liked from time to time. It made me see what the world is, and it made me so sad, I wished I could do something about it. But because I was so young and wasn’t old enough for a paying job, there was nothing I could do, or so I thought.

I did find ways to help my family which were odd jobs for my neighbors, something my sister and I were able to do at a young age. These were jobs like yardwork, housecleaning, and even taking care of the neighbor’s pets. It did us some good and we were quite a great team, but as time went by, my sister seemed to have more time for her friends and a social life than anything else that could help out and get ahead.

I worked alone, but soon that changed since I was coming to an age that no one likes or trusts. So in time, I began looking for a job, but in the meantime, I did the only money-making thing I could do in my spare time, which was to go around town and collect bottles and cans and redeem them for a little extra cash, and I know in some minds that is wrong. But in bad times, if you want to stay ahead or have a little bit for yourself, every little bit helps, which is why you should never throw away your cans or bottles. They can be the extra you need to help you through bad times, plus it’s good to recycle because it helps the planet and ensures many that we can have a future.

But enough of all that. More can be said about that later; for now, let me take you to where the story begins. It was years ago on a bright clear summer day, and like I said, I was very young, and on days like this, I walked around town looking for thrown away cans and bottles. But I wasn’t alone. I had a dog with me and he was a better partner than my sister. As we were on the edge of a small forest, which was usually the best spot to find empty cans and bottles, we saw there was nothing there, so today, my dog and I were just enjoying what we thought was just another ordinary day. It really was like any other day, peaceful and calm, until somewhere out of nowhere I heard a strange voice calling out, Follow my voice, my child, follow my voice.

At first, I thought it was some punk trying to pull a prank on me, since a lot of people like to pull pranks on me, mostly my sister’s friends. Plus, you should never do something like this if you don’t know what to expect, because something like this always leads to something horrible. However, when the voice kept repeating itself, I left the shopping cart I used to collect cans and bottles, got a good grip on my dog’s leash, and followed this strange voice.

I was ready for a fight, just in case what I feared was about to come true. As I kept following the strange voice, it led me right into the middle of the forest. When it finally stopped, I tried to see if I could find the source of the voice, but the only ones here were me and my dog. But as I kept looking, I soon saw a reddish, bluish light shooting up from the ground. As I kept looking at it, feeling shocked at what I was seeing, the strange voice called out and said, Go to it, dig it up, and see what awaits you, boy.

What do you mean? I called back feeling a bit scared, and I really thought I was losing my mind at this moment, but when the strange voice said it again, it then said, making me feel more worried, And understand it is something you need to know yourself.

And so, still feeling scared and confused, I tied my dog to the nearest small tree and started digging in the spot of the light with my own two hands. It was hard at first because I had to dig past dirt, roots, and rocks, plus a few minutes had passed in the process. When at last I found what was under the light I saw it was a large chest, a chest that was made out of rubies and diamonds, and I was curious to know what was in this chest, not just because it was a strange voice that had led me to it, but because nothing like this had ever happened to me before.

It took some time and some difficulties because the chest was so heavy, and I had a dog as well, but I managed to get the chest back and into the shopping cart and hid it under a lot of cans and bottles. I had to hide this chest because if anyone saw me with something like this, they would find a way to take it for themselves or ask me questions about how I got this and why I had it, and I was not going to say why or how, because no one would believe it. Plus, this chest would be worth a fortune, and even though I didn’t do a good job hiding it, for some reason, the people I passed didn’t seem to notice I had something hidden in my cart. But I didn’t care; I just wanted to get it home without any trouble or any problems since the chest was making it hard to control the cart.

When at last I got home, I got a few bags from the garage, bagged up the cans and bottles I collected, put them in a pile with the rest I had collected that week, and sent the shopping cart to a hidden area. I then got the chest into my home and in my room without anyone noticing. Fortunately, there was no one in the house when I came home, which made me very happy. All the same, when I got to my room, the thing I was trying to do was find a way to open this chest. But there was no keyhole, no button, and no way to tell you how to open this thing up. However, just when I was about to give up, I leaned on the top of the chest and the middle part began to sink to the bottom. This allowed the whole top of the chest to disappear and showed me a lot of fascinating things, things that would even surprise you. These fascinating things were four old, large books with strange writing and symbols on the front covers, and a long thin red silver stick, which I knew at once was a wand. There was also a necklace with a strange golden key on it, but the thing that really struck my interest was a very old folded up piece of paper that said Map in silver writing on the center.

It was this old piece of paper I picked up first, and when I flattened it out, the word Map disappeared. And new words began to appear all over this piece of paper, which was really amazing. Even more amazing was that it said in strange unknown writing,

Hello, future adventurer. What you hold in your hands is a map, but not just any ordinary map; this is a treasure map, but not to any ordinary treasure. The treasure you’re about to seek is called the Treasure of the Ancient Wizards, one of the most ancient and only known treasures hidden in the Magicalworld. This