Bolda and the Dreamy Fjord
by
Thomas
A story about Bedtime
for your 4th Grader.
Under the silvery moon, the fjord shimmered with emerald waters. Bolda the Bright found it hard to close her eyes at bedtime again, because her heart still wanted adventure. She stared up at the dancing Northern Lights, which painted the night sky in glowing ribbons.
That night, as Bolda prepared to battle her usual restlessness, she noticed something strange. The Northern Lights started to flicker, and their bright colors slowly vanished. Bolda gasped, for she had never seen the sky so still.
High on the cliff stood a carved doorway made of ancient rock, rumored to open only when the moonlight shone just right. Tonight, it rested in silent darkness, hinting that something powerful had changed.
Filled with both curiosity and worry, Bolda hurried to the water's edge. She wondered if the missing lights meant danger for her home. Without hesitating, she stepped into her boat, determined to find an answer.
As she rowed into the heart of the fjord, swirling mists drifted across the water, making it hard to see. Bolda tugged at her oars and whispered, “I must not give up, even if the night is filled with shadows.”
Suddenly, shadowy figures slipped through the haze, their outlines barely visible in the moonlight. Bolda felt her pulse race, but she remembered a wise tip: deep, calming breaths could steady her nerves. She filled her lungs with cool air, and the shadows faded away.
In the boat’s corner lay a small compass, its glass face glowing soft and blue. Legend claimed it guided travelers whenever their courage burned brightest.
Ready to continue, Bolda tightened her grip on the oars. She recalled how a cozy bedtime routine—like a warm drink and a quiet story—often helped calm her racing thoughts. Perhaps steadiness at night was as important as bravery by day.