I woke up that morning with potion stains on my face and a spider web in my messy blonde hair. My name is Avery, but everyone in Sunflower Springs calls me the Accidental Alchemist. Some people say it’s because I’m creative with potions. Most people say it’s because my experiments always go wrong in the silliest ways possible. I looked down at my feet and sighed. One leather boot, one iron boot. I’d been wearing them like this for three weeks because I kept forgetting to craft a matching pair. The village kids giggled every time they saw me walking lopsided down the cobblestone paths.

My tiny cottage sat at the very edge of the village, right where the sunflower fields began. The other villagers lived in the center of town near the well and the market stalls. But me? I liked being out here where my potion explosions wouldn’t bother anyone. Well, except for that one time I accidentally turned the village fountain bright pink. And the time I made all the cats smell like pickles for a week. And the time I made a cookie glow in the dark but it tasted like dirt. The village council stopped inviting me to meetings after that last one.

I was mixing a new potion that morning when my best friend Jolene burst through my door. She bounced into the room so fast that she knocked over a stack of glass bottles. They crashed to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. Jolene didn’t even notice. She was always bouncing everywhere ever since she drank one of my jump-boost potions last summer. The effect never wore off. She said she didn’t mind, but I still felt bad about it.

“Avery!” Jolene shouted. Her brown eyes were huge with worry. “Something terrible is happening in the village! You have to come see!” I spun around so fast that I knocked over three more bottles with my elbow. Purple liquid splashed across my workbench and started fizzing. Great. Another mess to clean up later. But Jolene looked really scared, so I grabbed my potion bag and followed her outside.

The Zombie Lord’s Evil Plan
The village square was packed with worried villagers. Everyone was talking at once and pointing at Goldilocks, the sheep rancher. But something was really wrong with her. Her skin had a weird green tint to it, and she was moving super slowly. She kept moaning instead of talking normally. The village mayor stood on a hay bale and raised his hands for quiet.

“Citizens of Sunflower Springs,” the mayor announced. “We have a crisis. The legendary Blonde Braid of Infinity has been stolen from the Temple of Golden Fields. Zombie Lord Brainless took it three days ago!” Gasps filled the square. I knew about the Blonde Braid from my potion books. It was a magical artifact that could create connections between people. But in the wrong hands, those connections could be used for evil.

“Zombie Lord Brainless is using the Braid’s magic to turn our villagers into zombies,” the mayor continued. His voice shook with fear. “Goldilocks was the first victim. Two more villagers started transforming this morning. If we don’t stop him in five days, the entire village will become his zombie army!” The crowd erupted in panic. People were shouting and crying. The village Iron Golem stood nearby, looking confused. It couldn’t attack the transforming villagers because they were still partly human.

I felt my stomach drop. Five days. That meant the transformation would be complete right before the Harvest Festival. The festival was supposed to be the happiest day of the year, when we celebrated our golden wheat crops and had dancing and games. But now it might be the day our whole village turned into zombies forever. I looked at Jolene. She was staring at Goldilocks with tears in her eyes.

“Someone has to stop Zombie Lord Brainless,” a farmer shouted. “We need to get the Blonde Braid back!” The blacksmith stepped forward. “I’ll go,” he said. “I’m strong and I have iron tools.” But the mayor shook his head. “Brainless’s fortress is protected by magic puzzles. We need someone who understands magic.” Everyone turned to look at the village wizard. But he was seventy years old and could barely walk without his cane. He definitely couldn’t go on a dangerous quest.

That’s when I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me. My face got hot. Me? They wanted me to save the village? I was the person who turned fountains pink and made cookies taste like dirt. I couldn’t even keep my boots matching. How was I supposed to defeat an evil Zombie Lord? I opened my mouth to say no, but Jolene grabbed my hand. “Avery can do it,” she announced loudly. “Avery knows more about magic than anyone except the wizard. Plus, I’ll go too!”

The mayor looked doubtful. “Avery? The one who made my cat smell like pickles?” Several villagers giggled. I wanted to disappear into the ground. But then I saw Goldilocks again, moaning sadly with her green-tinted skin. She had always been nice to me. She gave me wool for free whenever I needed it for experiments. I couldn’t let her become a zombie forever. I took a deep breath.

“I’ll do it,” I said quietly. Then louder: “I’ll do it! I’ll get the Blonde Braid back and save everyone!” The mayor looked relieved. “You have five days, Avery. The transformation happens in stages. Today is Day Three. By Day Five, at sunset, the spell becomes permanent. You must break the spell before then.” I nodded, even though my hands were shaking. Five days. I had five days to become a hero.
Racing Against Time
Jolene and I ran back to my cottage to prepare for the journey. I stuffed my potion bag with every bottle I had. Speed potions, strength potions, glow potions, and a bunch of experimental ones that I wasn’t sure what they did. Jolene packed food and torches. She was bouncing around my workshop so excitedly that she kept hitting her head on the ceiling. “This is going to be the best adventure ever!” she squealed.

I wasn’t so sure about that. I checked my potion books for information about Zombie Lord Brainless. He was supposed to be really smart for a zombie. He wore a crooked golden crown and lived in an underground fortress somewhere past the sunflower fields. The books said he loved eating bread and hated bright lights. I made a note of that. Maybe I could use those weaknesses somehow.

“How do we find his fortress?” Jolene asked. I showed her a map I’d drawn based on the books. “The fortress is hidden underground, but there should be clues in the sunflower fields. Zombie Lord Brainless had to travel through there when he stole the Braid. If we follow his path, we’ll find the entrance.” Jolene grinned. “You’re so smart, Avery!” I didn’t feel smart. I felt scared. But I couldn’t let her see that.

We left the cottage and headed into the sunflower fields. The tall yellow flowers stretched as far as I could see. They swayed in the breeze and made a soft rustling sound. It would have been peaceful if I wasn’t so worried about zombie transformations and evil magic. Jolene bounced ahead of me, scouting the path. Her jump-boost potion let her leap over the tall flowers to see what was coming.

“I see something!” Jolene called. She pointed to the ground near a cluster of sunflowers. I hurried over and found zombie footprints in the dirt. They led deeper into the field, toward the east. My heart started beating faster. We were on the right track. But that also meant we were getting closer to danger. I pulled out a potion bottle just in case. It was bright blue and smelled like berries. I had no idea what it did, but it made me feel safer to hold it.

We followed the footprints for about an hour. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and I was starting to get tired. My mismatched boots made walking hard because one was heavier than the other. I kept tilting to the left. Jolene had to grab my arm twice to keep me from falling over. “Maybe you should craft matching boots when we get back,” she suggested gently. I nodded. That was definitely going on my to-do list.
The Dancing Chicken Disaster
Suddenly, we heard music. It was coming from just ahead, beyond a big hill of sunflowers. Jolene and I looked at each other in confusion. Who was playing music in the middle of the fields? We climbed the hill carefully and peeked over the top. My jaw dropped. There were at least fifty villagers down in a clearing, and they were having the Annual Sunflower Springs Chicken Dancing Contest!

Chickens were everywhere. They wore tiny hats and bow ties made of wool. Some hats were red, some were blue, and some were bright green. The chickens were hopping around to music that came from note blocks arranged in a circle. The villagers were clapping and laughing. I guess they were trying to cheer themselves up even though the zombie crisis was happening. It was actually kind of nice to see people having fun.

“We should go around them,” I whispered to Jolene. “We don’t want to interrupt.” But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on a sunflower root. I fell forward and tumbled down the hill, rolling head over heels. My potion bag flew open and bottles went flying everywhere. I crashed right into the middle of the chicken contest. Chickens scattered in all directions, clucking loudly.

I sat up, dizzy and embarrassed. Everyone was staring at me. The music had stopped. The contest judges looked annoyed. Then I heard a splash, splash, splash. Three of my potions had landed right in the middle of the chicken group. Purple liquid, blue liquid, and orange liquid were spreading across the ground. The chickens started walking through the puddles.

“Oh no,” I whispered. “Oh no, oh no, oh no.” The first chicken that walked through the purple potion started growing. It got bigger and bigger until it was the size of a cow! Then another chicken grew huge. And another. Soon there were ten giant chickens stomping around and clucking so loudly that my ears hurt. The villagers started screaming and running away.

Then the chickens that walked through the blue potion started running. They ran faster and faster, zooming in circles around the clearing. They moved so fast that they created a mini tornado of dust and feathers. The tornado picked up hay bales and sent them flying through the air. One hay bale hit a contest judge in the face. He fell backward into a pile of wheat.

The chickens that walked through the orange potion started hiccupping. But these weren’t normal hiccups. Every time they hiccupped, tiny fireworks shot out of their beaks! Red sparkles, blue sparkles, green sparkles—the sky lit up like it was the Harvest Festival. Except it wasn’t festive at all. It was complete chaos. Chickens were running, growing, and shooting fireworks in every direction.

“WHO BROUGHT POTIONS TO THE CHICKEN CONTEST?” the mayor yelled. He was standing on a hay bale, waving his arms. His fancy hat had fallen off and a giant chicken was stepping on it. I wanted to dig a hole and hide forever. This was even worse than the pink fountain incident. Jolene was laughing so hard that she fell over. She was rolling on the ground, holding her stomach.

A giant chicken ran past me, knocking me over again. I landed face-first in the dirt. When I looked up, I saw three zombie guards standing at the edge of the clearing. They must have heard the noise and come to investigate. They were wearing rusty armor and carrying stone swords. But they weren’t attacking. They were just standing there, watching the chicken chaos with confused looks on their green faces.
Then something amazing happened. One of the fast chickens ran circles around a zombie guard. The zombie got dizzy and started spinning. A firework chicken hiccupped and shot sparkles at another zombie. The zombie waved his arms, trying to catch the pretty lights. The third zombie started dancing when the note block music started again. The zombies were completely distracted by the chickens!
“Avery, look!” Jolene pointed to the far side of the clearing. A firework chicken had shot a sparkle that hit a big rock. The sparkle lit up a crack in the rock that I hadn’t noticed before. The crack was shaped like a doorway. It was a hidden tunnel entrance! My heart jumped with excitement. This had to be the secret path to Zombie Lord Brainless’s fortress!

But first, I had to fix the chicken problem. I dug through my potion bag and found a bottle of green liquid. I was pretty sure this was a shrinking potion. At least, I hoped it was. I threw the bottle high into the air and it exploded in a green cloud. The cloud settled over all the chickens. They started shrinking back to normal size! The giant chickens got small again. The fast chickens slowed down. The firework chickens stopped hiccupping.

The villagers stopped screaming. They looked around at the normal-sized chickens and started laughing. Even the mayor cracked a smile. “Well,” he said, “that was certainly the most exciting chicken contest we’ve ever had!” The contest judges picked up their scorecards and started scoring the chickens again like nothing weird had happened. I guess they were used to strange things happening in Sunflower Springs.

Jolene grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the hidden tunnel. The zombie guards were still distracted, dancing with the chickens. We slipped past them and squeezed through the crack in the rock. Inside was a dark tunnel that led down into the ground. I pulled out a glow potion and poured it over a torch. The torch started glowing extra bright, lighting up the tunnel. We could see stone walls covered in moss and cobwebs.

“This is it,” I whispered. “This tunnel must lead to Zombie Lord Brainless’s fortress.” Jolene bounced excitedly, but quietly this time. We both knew we had to be careful now. We were entering enemy territory. Behind us, we could still hear the faint sounds of the chicken contest and the note block music. I took a deep breath and started walking down the tunnel. The adventure was really beginning now.
Into the Underground Fortress
The tunnel went down and down for a long time. My legs got tired from walking on the sloped floor. Jolene used her bouncing to jump from ledge to ledge, scouting ahead. She’d call back to tell me if the path was safe or if there were any traps. So far, we hadn’t seen any monsters. But I knew that wouldn’t last. Zombie Lord Brainless was too smart to leave his fortress unguarded.

After about thirty minutes, the tunnel opened into a huge underground room. The ceiling was so high I couldn’t see it even with my glowing torch. The room was filled with golden wheat! There were piles and piles of it, stacked in neat rows. This was the wheat that had been stolen from the village! Zombie Lord Brainless had been taking it to feed his zombie army.
“We found the proof!” Jolene whispered excitedly. “Now everyone will know Goldilocks didn’t steal the wheat. It was Brainless all along!” I nodded. Poor Goldilocks. She’d been blamed for the thefts, but really she was just the first victim of the zombie transformation. I made a mental note to apologize to her when we got back. If we got back. I tried not to think about that.
We crossed the wheat room and found another tunnel on the far side. This tunnel had puzzles carved into the walls. The first puzzle was a maze made of wheat stalks. We had to find the right path through it or we’d trigger a trap. I studied the maze carefully. It reminded me of the patterns I used when brewing potions. After a few minutes, I figured out the solution. We had to follow the path that looked like a brewing stand!

Jolene and I walked through the maze slowly, following the brewing stand pattern. We made it to the other side without triggering any traps. I felt pretty proud of myself. Maybe I was smarter than I thought. The next puzzle was harder. We had to jump across a pit using stone platforms. But the platforms were arranged in a weird pattern. Jolene bounced up to a high ledge to get a better view.
“I see it!” she called down. “The platforms make the shape of a golden crown! We have to jump in the order that traces the crown!” That made sense. Zombie Lord Brainless loved his crown. Of course his puzzles would be crown-shaped. Jolene jumped from platform to platform easily with her bounce-boost. I had to be more careful. I took a running start and jumped to the first platform. I made it! Then the second. Then the third. I was doing it!

But on the fourth platform, my mismatched boots betrayed me. The heavy iron boot made me lean too far left. I started to fall! My arms windmilled as I tried to catch my balance. Jolene screamed. I was going to fall into the pit! But at the last second, I threw my hand out and grabbed the edge of the platform. I pulled myself up, breathing hard. That was way too close.
“Are you okay?” Jolene asked when I finally made it across. I nodded, even though my heart was pounding like crazy. We kept going deeper into the fortress. The tunnels got darker and scarier. I started hearing zombie moans in the distance. We were getting close to Zombie Lord Brainless. I pulled out two potions from my bag—one for strength and one for speed. Just in case we needed to fight or run.

Finally, we reached a huge wooden door. It was made of dark oak and had a golden crown carved into it. This had to be Zombie Lord Brainless’s throne room. I pressed my ear against the door and listened. I could hear moaning inside. Lots of moaning. The transformed villagers must be in there with him. My hands started shaking again. This was it. The moment when I’d either become a hero or fail completely.
“Ready?” Jolene whispered. I wanted to say no. I wanted to run back to my cottage and hide under my bed. But I thought about Goldilocks and all the other villagers who were counting on me. I thought about how everyone always laughed at my potion accidents. This was my chance to prove that I could do something important. I took a deep breath and nodded. Jolene pushed the door open.
The Sparkle Sneeze Victory
The throne room was enormous. The ceiling was made of stone bricks and glowstone, casting an eerie yellow light over everything. In the center of the room sat Zombie Lord Brainless on a throne made of hay bales. He was bigger than I expected, with green rotting skin and a crooked golden crown on his head. In his hand, he held the Blonde Braid of Infinity. It glowed with magical golden light.

Behind Zombie Lord Brainless stood about fifteen villagers. Their skin was all green-tinted and they were moaning sadly. I recognized Goldilocks, the baker, and the farmer. They all looked so miserable. Magical golden threads connected them to the Blonde Braid in Brainless’s hand. That’s how he was controlling them. The sight made me angry. How dare he hurt my neighbors!
Zombie Lord Brainless looked up and saw us. His red eyes widened in surprise. Then he started laughing. It was a horrible sound, like someone gargling gravel. “Well, well, well,” he said in a raspy voice. “If it isn’t the clumsy potion-maker and the bouncy kid! You think you can stop me?” He laughed even harder. The transformed villagers moaned along with his laughter, like a creepy chorus.

“Give back the Blonde Braid!” I shouted. My voice came out squeakier than I wanted. Brainless just grinned, showing his rotten teeth. “Why would I do that?” he asked. “Tomorrow is Day Five. By sunset, all these villagers will be zombies forever! Then I’ll march my army to Sunflower Springs and transform everyone else. The whole village will belong to me!” He raised the Braid and its golden light got brighter.
I had to do something fast. I reached into my potion bag and pulled out a red bottle. This was supposed to be a strength potion. If I drank it, maybe I’d be strong enough to fight Brainless and grab the Braid. But my hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped the bottle. I grabbed another bottle by mistake—a purple one. The bottles clinked together and I got confused about which one was which.
“Avery, hurry!” Jolene yelled. Zombie Lord Brainless was standing up from his throne. He was walking toward us, still holding the Braid. The zombie guards from outside had heard the noise and were coming through the door behind us. We were trapped! I panicked and grabbed three different bottles at once. I tried to mix them together to make a super strength potion. But I was going too fast and not paying attention to what I was doing.
I poured the three potions into one bottle and shook it hard. The mixture started bubbling and fizzing. It turned bright pink and started smoking. This was not what a strength potion was supposed to look like. “Uh oh,” I whispered. The bottle got hot in my hand. Really hot. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I dropped it and it hit the stone floor.

BOOM! The potion exploded in the biggest pink sparkle cloud I’d ever made. It was huge! The sparkles filled the entire throne room, covering everything and everyone. They stuck to the walls, the ceiling, the hay bale throne, and especially to Zombie Lord Brainless. He was covered from head to toe in bright pink glitter. He looked like someone had dumped a whole bucket of sparkles on him.
For a second, nothing happened. Then Zombie Lord Brainless’s nose twitched. His eyes got watery. He opened his mouth and—”Ah-CHOO!” The sneeze was so powerful that his crown flew off his head and hit the wall. Pink sparkles shot out of his nose. “Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!” He couldn’t stop sneezing! Every sneeze sent more sparkles flying everywhere.

The zombie guards started sneezing too. “Ah-CHOO! Ah-CHOO!” They dropped their swords and covered their noses. But the sneezing just got worse. The whole fortress echoed with the sound of zombie sneezes. It would have been funny if we weren’t in so much danger. Zombie Lord Brainless was sneezing so hard that he dropped the Blonde Braid of Infinity! It fell to the floor and rolled toward us.
“Jolene, now!” I shouted. Jolene sprang into action. She used her bounce-boost to jump super high, right over Zombie Lord Brainless’s head. She did a flip in mid-air and grabbed the Blonde Braid. Then she bounced off a zombie guard’s head (he was too busy sneezing to notice) and landed right next to me. She tossed me the Braid. “Catch!” she yelled.
I caught it! I actually caught it without dropping it! The Braid felt warm in my hands and it glowed even brighter when I held it. I remembered the magic words from my potion books. The Braid responded to friendship magic. I held it up high and shouted as loud as I could: “Friendship forever, but not right now!” It sounded silly, but those were the actual magic words.

The Blonde Braid exploded with golden light. It was so bright I had to close my eyes. When I opened them again, all the golden threads connecting the villagers to the Braid had disappeared. The green color was fading from their skin! Goldilocks blinked and looked around in confusion. “Where am I?” she asked in her normal voice. “What happened?” The other villagers were waking up too, no longer under Brainless’s control.

“Run!” I yelled to the freed villagers. “Get out of the fortress!” They didn’t need to be told twice. They ran for the door, stumbling a little because they were still weak from the transformation. Jolene helped guide them to the exit. Zombie Lord Brainless was still sneezing uncontrollably, but I could see him getting angry. His red eyes glared at me through the pink sparkles.
“Ah-CHOO! You’ll pay for this! Ah-CHOO!” he shouted between sneezes. He tried to chase us, but he kept tripping over his own feet because he couldn’t see through all the sparkles. His zombie guards were no help—they were all sneezing too hard to fight. Jolene grabbed my hand and we ran after the villagers. Behind us, I could hear Brainless still sneezing and yelling threats. “Ah-CHOO! I’ll get you next time! Ah-CHOO!”

We raced through the tunnels, past the puzzles, and through the wheat room. The freed villagers were ahead of us, running as fast as they could. We could see daylight at the end of the tunnel! We were going to make it! I clutched the Blonde Braid tightly, making sure not to drop it. My lungs burned from running and my mismatched boots made me wobble, but I didn’t care. We had done it! We had actually done it!

We burst out of the tunnel into the sunflower fields. The sun was just rising—it was Day Five, early morning. We had made it just in time! The transformed villagers collapsed in the flowers, exhausted but free. Goldilocks was crying happy tears. The baker was hugging the farmer. Everyone was so relieved to be themselves again. Jolene bounced around them, making sure everyone was okay.
The Hero’s Welcome
We walked back to Sunflower Springs together. The whole village came out to meet us when they saw us coming. The mayor was at the front of the crowd, and when he saw all the freed villagers, his face lit up with joy. “They’re saved!” he shouted. “Avery saved them!” Everyone started cheering and clapping. Kids were jumping up and down. Even the cats came running over to rub against my legs.


I held up the Blonde Braid of Infinity. “Zombie Lord Brainless won’t be bothering us anymore,” I announced. “And we found all the stolen golden wheat in his fortress. Goldilocks didn’t steal anything—she was being controlled by the Braid!” The crowd gasped and then started apologizing to Goldilocks. She smiled and waved, saying she forgave everyone. She was just happy to be home and normal again.
The mayor called for a celebration. “Tonight, we’ll have the Harvest Festival after all!” he declared. “And we’ll honor our heroes—Avery the Accidental Alchemist and Jolene the Brave!” Everyone cheered even louder. The blacksmith came over and shook my hand so hard I thought my arm would fall off. The village wizard gave me a proud nod. Even the grumpy old farmer smiled at me.
That night, the village square was decorated with lanterns and flowers. Tables were piled high with bread, cookies, and cakes. The note blocks played happy music and everyone danced. The mayor gave Jolene and me special medals made of golden wheat woven into the shape of stars. They were beautiful. I pinned mine to my robe, right over a potion stain.

The village Iron Golem came over and patted me on the shoulder. It was supposed to be a gentle pat, but it almost knocked me over. I laughed and steadied myself. Goldilocks brought me a whole basket of wool as a thank-you gift. “For your potion experiments,” she said with a wink. “Just maybe try not to make the cats smell like pickles again.” I promised I’d try my best.
Jolene bounced over to me with two plates of cake. “Best adventure ever!” she said, handing me a plate. I took a bite. The cake was delicious—sweet and fluffy with honey frosting. “Thanks for believing in me,” I told her. “Even when I didn’t believe in myself.” She bounced happily. “That’s what best friends do!” she said. “Besides, your potion accidents are actually pretty useful. That pink sparkle sneeze was genius!”

As I watched the villagers dance and celebrate, I thought about how