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Revelation 21:3-5

"The Hidden Earth Series"

author Janet Beasley

Inspirational Epic Fantasy

for ages 10 - 110!





Welcome to the world of Maycly!


In Adventure Station 1 is based on Janet Beasley's inspirational epic fantasy, "Hidden Earth Series Volume 1 Maycly the Trilogy." It includes three educational opportunities for kids ages 10 to 110! 

In this station you are welcome to:

               1. Read FREE an excerpt from each book. 

                   (You would need to read each book to be able to take full advantage of the

                     FREE educational material)

               2. Download the FREE PDF Educational Material that include questions and discussions

               3. Purchase Maycly the Trilogy ebooks separately or the a box set. 

Here's a few educational bonuses to share with your kiddos before you start:


  • Janet's inspirational epic fantasy, "Hidden Earth," is a series. A series can be a number of books that are made up of a continuing story, or can be many different stories about happenings that are centered around the same group of characters.

  • "Hidden Earth Series" Volume 1 is a trilogy. A trilogy is a story that is made up of three stories .

  • Each title below includes an excerpt from that title. And excerpt is a portion or a few paragraphs taken directly from the book to help readers catch a glimpse of the story, and get a feel for the author's style of writing.

  • There are also "secret" things that Janet has woven into Volume 1 Maycly the Trilogy. She created an acrostic poem that can be found in Book 1 "Two Altered Worlds." An acrostic poem is a piece of prose that contains a hidden message. The message can be created by making the first word of every line a word in a message; the words are in chronological order. Another way to hide the "secret" message is to look at the first letter of each line from top to bottom and you will see that the letters spell out a word or words. 

Hidden Earth Series Volume 1 Maycly the Trilogy

Educational Adventures

Volume 1 Book 1 "Two Altered Worlds"


     Bewildered, Iona cut loose again with her gift of chattering. “Let’s see…today I’ve seen a…a…gnome-like guy pop out of a cloud and leave a Dream Decanter on my nightstand. It spewed musical fog that my feet and legs are now dangling in causing my legs to heal. And let’s not forget the three-inch-long buzzing something…whose name, by the way, was apparently Jit? And he…she…I think it was a he…had a face like a human and wings like a dragonfly that he used to fly by my eyes leaving a trail of sparkles. Then he disappeared into the cloud with the little gnome guy…man…thing. I opened a magic letter signed by SUL, and now my birthmark is warm. Are you kidding me?” 


     She tried to put all of the recent events together. The poem on the card faded. It and the envelope burst into flames in her hand, making her jump. “Too weird. It didn’t burn me. Well, that was interesting.”


     She went silent, pondering to herself. I will never see this place again. Though it might have been guilt forcing these feelings, she wanted to believe she was truly thankful for the provisions she had received.


     “Yap! Yap! Yap! YOWLY-WOWEEE!” barked Wiskee.


     “Well, there’s another new noise from you. I guess you’re getting a little anxious? All I can say is, it’s a good thing you can’t talk because you’d chatter on more than me!” Iona calmed her small dog, Wiskee, with her touch. “OK. OK. I’m on it.”


     She brushed her hands together and resituated herself on the bed. She thought about her job—she was no longer going to be visiting those in need, and this troubled her.


     “I will see to it they are cared for.” Iona could not believe she was hearing what she thought was SUL’s audible voice again.


     She looked at Wiskee and whispered, “And we’ll never see our strange but lovable friend, Dumpster Man, again.”


     She had grown quite fond of him.


     With his nose, Wiskee pushed her hand toward the Dream Decanter, but she was still admiring the apartment.

     “Holy smokes! I can’t leave those!” She jumped from the bed and gathered the only remaining tangible memories of her family, their photos, and put them safely in the waistband of her pajama bottoms.


     She sat back down on the bed and clutched Wiskee under her arm without thinking. He made the noises to let her know she was holding him a little too tight.


     “Oh, I’m sorry little buddy.” She loosened her grip.


     Saying goodbye to her home was all too familiar and unpleasant. Iona closed her eyes and silently beckoned. Please let this be true. Please, SUL, I want to trust You with all my heart, and believe that You will take me to my family. She reached for the Dream Decanter, never letting Wiskee out of her grasp, and did just as the poem had instructed.


     Window shades dropped with a whoosh and a thud. Iona freaked and spoke from the pitch dark, “I didn’t know we had window shades.” All of the outside noises ceased; the silence was spooky.


     Guarding Wiskee with her life, she crossed her legs underneath her and felt the bed begin slowly turning and moving upward through the darkness. She was afraid of hitting the ceiling but was also afraid to jump because she did not know how high they really were. She reached high above her head and felt nothing. “STAY PUT WISKEE!” She hated to let go of him, but was concerned at their height. Carefully she stood on the bed but could not feel anything above them; she knew she could reach the ceiling if she stood on the bed. Frightened she sat back down and immediately grabbed Wiskee. If we’re floating in space, where are the stars? Where’s the moon? What are we…suspended in time?


     With her next breath she gagged. “What is that awful smell. Ack! That certainly isn’t roses! This can’t be right.” She saw what she thought was a fireball heading toward them. It came up fast from below and just missed the bed on its rapid ascent. Iona screamed. The fireball fizzled out high above their heads like a dud firework. She tossed the Dream Decanter to her pillow and scooted to the center of the bed, not letting Wiskee out of her tight grasp. She felt him trembling.


     She had always longed for adventure, but this was not exactly the adventure she had pictured in her mind. Somberly Iona spoke into the darkness, “What have I done?” 

After you've read "Two Altered Worlds" you will have the opportunity to take full advantage of the Educational Material provided below. Download and printout the PDF file below to begin your educational discovery journey! 

Volume 1 Book 2 "The Battle of Trust and Treachery"



     A portion of Tarnnin’s evil wightlings lumbered behind Lucasphair’s entourage. When Pub Pete fixed his eyes on those who had abandoned SUL on Earth, compassionate sorrow pushed away confidence, and helplessness flushed his face. He looked down at Charleo in the wagon almost directly below him but saw that Charleo’s face offered no expressions of comfort.


     Behind the front lines of evil wightlings were the brainwashed chukkons. Additional fiendish evil wightlings, gladiators, and wardens moved like sludge, kicking and lashing the mindless pack of chukkons in front of them. A caravan of repulsive land beasts appeared next, trudging haphazardly, their keepers continually having to chase them back into line.


     Boulders began to tumble, and an avalanche soared down the Alps as unruly aerial beasts, too big to use the tunnel, leapt and climbed by foot to the top of the Alps from Targrum. The obnoxious aerial brutes were tethered and held down on their descent to the battlefield. Some had unkempt riding baskets heedlessly strapped on their backs, while the largest land beasts carried evil wightlings in crude baskets that swung from the undersides of their bellies or around their necks. It was a gruesome sight as the tethered beasts jerked, slinging their handlers into the air like rag dolls and dumping their basket riders. As the distorted animals crept down the Alps and littered the valley, it was apparent they were untrained. But that made them no less intimidating.


     Echoes of restraining chains and iron clasps rattled from the tunnel. Like the aerial beast handlers, the land beast handlers were not strong enough to control their monstrosities. The attendants were thrust into the air with a head butt or trampled by gigantic feet. Restless beasts gored the dirt with their horns, snouts, and hooves. Grunts, snorts, and deep steamy wet sounds reverberated threateningly off the tunnel’s side walls. Eventually all of the evil beasts were herded next to the ground assailants.


     Charleo, Keegan, and Artie stiffened with uneasiness as Evil’s ground troops divided. One section remained on the eastern side and stomped in place while the others barged on to the base of the western ridge directly below the frightened spectators. The mishmash of Evil’s warriors turned to face their opponents, slammed their weapons to the ground (almost in unison), then ceased all motion. The evil etherealians stopped their ghostly flight and came to rest scattered about the valley floor.


     Tarnnin was last. His twelve czars preceded him, ensuring his entrance was grandiose in every way. All Evil bowed. The air thickened as he slithered in lethargic flight. Blaring off-key Gothic music sizzled from his wings. He made certain the foul stench from the putrid tones that escaped the holes in his veins fell heavy over the warriors of Good below him. He came to a halt above Lucasphair’s chariot. The arrivals were complete, and for the first time, Good was witnessing Evil in its entirety.


     Though highly unorganized, Evil’s numbers still dominated Good’s by the thousands, even after having lost as many as they had upon their entrance.


     At the fall of silence, a faint breeze graced the ridges while a stronger breeze whistled through the valley, stirring the sounds of fluttering banners and spears clacking together. When the wind died, the quiet was broken by a few horses snorting and rearing prematurely, along with the added sounds of their riders adjusting in their reed-woven saddles.


     Patience was growing thin amongst Evil. Anxious land animals made low noises and pawed the dirt. Aerial beasts grunted and continued tugging upward on their restraints, trying to take to the air. The evil handlers hollered and beat their animals with the ends of the tethers, huffing, spitting, and shouting cries of anger.


     All Good stood with impeccable patience–chukkons, wightlings, animals, and spectators.


     A stiff wind, building with volume and intensity, whipped through the valley; SUL had inhaled. He roared with a voice of cracking thunder, “LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!”

After you've read "The Battle of Trust and Treachery" you will have the opportunity to take full advantage of the Educational Material provided below. Download and printout the PDF file below to begin your educational discovery journey! 

Volume 1 Book 3 "The Queen"



     Finally the leaves were raked and bagged. Into the house they went following a fun afternoon. Ann prepared some supper for them; grilled cheese and tomato soup was a Saturday evening favorite while dining on portable TV trays and watching television together.


     “OK, time for bed kiddo. Go brush your teeth, then we’ll get your jimmie-jammies on.” Ann went to Iona’s bedroom and put Iona’s pajamas over the heater so they would be nice and warm.


     Iona stood on her bed while Ann helped her dress. “I just love my warm flannel PJs Mommy. You and Daddy are the best mommy and daddy any princess could ask for.” Iona hugged Ann.


     “I don’t know where you get the idea that you’re a princess. You’re far from that, because this family sure doesn’t have any princess blood flowing through its bloodline.” Ann rubbed Iona’s nose with hers then buttoned the last few buttons on Iona’s pajama top.


     “But I feel like a princess, only because I’m not old enough to be a queen yet.”


     “My goodness, you have it all planned out don’t you?” Ann joked with Iona, but Iona was not kidding.


     “What’s going on in here?” Leonard came to say goodnight and tuck Iona in.


     “Mommy doesn’t think I’m a princess because of a clogged bloodline. But I don’t care. I still know I’m one and I’m going to be a queen someday, but I have to be older to be a queen–they usually look really old in my story books, like they’re 20 or 23!” Ann and Leonard smiled at Iona’s perception of old.


     “You’ve got this all planned out, don’t you Sunshine?”


     “That’s what Mommy just said. But I do know what’s going to happen. Someday I’ll be the queen of a land that’s filled with good things, you know, with mommies and daddies like you guys, doggies like our Merlin, and candy that grows on trees!” Ann and Leonard had noticed early on that Iona had quite an imagination, and it appeared to be growing with her.


     “Well for now, it’s beddie-bye time, even for princesses. So up you go!” Leonard scooped up Iona and put her gently down on the bed. He tucked her in, and Ann gave her a kiss. Merlin jumped right up and took his place beside her. Leonard let Merlin know he was a good boy then he gave Iona a kiss too.


     “Mommy? Daddy?”




     “Why don’t the other kids I play with have a birthmark like mine?”


     “Most boys and girls have birthmarks Pumpkin. And actually they all look different, and are in different places,” answered Ann.


     “No that’s not what I mean. My friends have shown me theirs on their arms and legs, and theirs aren’t made up with a bunch of colors. And theirs don’t light up and get warm.” Iona rubbed her tiny fingers over her colorful mark.


     “That, my dear, is what makes you so special, not only to Daddy and me, but to the whole Earth!” Ann spoke with a kind mother’s tone, Iona’s favorite. Leonard reached out and messed up Iona’s hair.


     “Don’t Daddy! My hair has to look pretty while I sleep in case a prince shows up!” Iona slid her hands over her hair to smooth it. “Am I really that special to you and the whole Earth?” Iona so wanted it to be true.


     “Well it makes you special to Daddy and me for sure, and that’s what counts the most. Right?” Ann gave her a big noisy kiss on the cheek.


     “I guess so.” Iona was let down at not being special to the whole Earth.


     “Now you can’t be going to sleep with a frown on your face. You’ll wake up all wrinkled and ugly.” Leonard tickled Iona. He could not resist her giggle, and he usually tickled her until she giggled so hard she could not catch her breath.


     “I love you Mommy. I love you Moonshine.”


     “We love you too.” Ann and Leonard headed toward the door.

After you've read "The Queen" you will have the opportunity to take full advantage of the Educational Material provided below. Download and printout the PDF file below to begin your educational discovery journey! 

SAVE and purchase the digital boxset!

Volume 1 Maycly the Trilogy Books 1, 2, and 3 all in one ebook!





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