The Butterfly’s Request

The butterfly's wings sparkled like tiny stars, and though Luna was surprised, she was not afraid.

The butterfly spoke softly, its voice like a breeze. "Please, Luna. I need your help."

Luna's eyes widened. A talking butterfly? It was like something out of a fairy tale. But she didn't scream or run. She had always believed in kindness, in magic, and in the wonders hidden in the world around her. Her heart was open, and she listened carefully.

The butterfly introduced herself. "My name is Tiara. I'm not from this world. I came from a secret magical world, created long ago by someone very special,Prince Arin."

Tiara explained how she had accidentally crossed into the normal world, far away from where she belonged. She told Luna that only someone with a pure heart could help her find the way back. And Luna—kind, gentle, and full of hope—was that person.

Luna listened to every word. Her heart felt warm, and she could sense that Tiara was telling the truth. The butterfly wasn't asking for much—just help to return home. Luna nodded and said, "Of course, I'll help you."

But then a question filled her mind. How would I help? I didn't know anything about magic. She looked at Tiara and asked, "But… where do we even begin?"

Tiara fluttered gently in the air. "You must talk to someone who knows about magic. Someone who has seen it before."

There was only one person Luna could trust with such a strange and wonderful secret—her father, Minister Tom. He was smart, honest, and wise. If anyone could help, it was him.

So Luna went to her father. She found him sitting by the window, reading an old scroll. "Father," she said softly, "can I ask you something important?"

Tom looked up, surprised by the serious tone in his daughter's voice. "Of course, Luna. What is it?"

She sat beside him and took a deep breath. "What do you know about magic?"

Tom's eyes narrowed. "Magic? Why do you ask about that?"

Luna told him everything—how the butterfly named Tiara had appeared, how she had spoken, and how she needed help to return to her world. She explained how Tiara had said Prince Arin had created that magical world long ago.

Tom listened silently, his eyes slowly filling with emotion. For many years, no one had spoken the Prince's name. The Prince had disappeared from the Kingdom of Brightvale a long time ago, and his fate was a mystery. But Tom had never forgotten him.

When Luna finished her story, Tom stood up and walked to a shelf. He picked up a small wooden box and held it gently. "Luna," he said, "what you told me… it means the Prince is alive. He's still out there. And he still remembers me."

Luna looked at him with wide eyes. "You knew the Prince?"

Tom smiled faintly. "Yes. Before he left, he gave me a special gift. A magic pen. He told me that with this pen, I could stay connected to him. That if I ever needed to reach him, I just had to spell some magical words."

Luna's mouth dropped open. "Then we can use the pen to talk to him now!"

Tom's smile faded. "I wish it were that easy. During the chaos at the palace years ago—when everything changed—I lost the pen. I searched for it for a long time, but I never found it. I thought it was gone forever."

Luna stood up quickly. "Then we have to find it, Father. If the Prince made Tiara, then the pen must still carry his magic. It might be the only way to help her go home."

Tom nodded slowly. "You're right. We must search the palace. That's where I last had it. Maybe… maybe it's still there, waiting for us."

Unknown to them, someone was listening.

A man named Grub, known throughout the kingdom for his greed and selfishness, had been near the window of their house. He had heard part of their conversation. All he caught was, "Magic pen... power..."

Grub misunderstood everything. He thought that the magic pen could grant any wish or create anything just by writing it down. His eyes sparkled with greed. "If I get that pen," he thought, "I can rule the kingdom. I can become rich. I can have everything I want."

He decided to follow them in secret.

Back inside, Tom packed a small satchel with scrolls and tools. He turned to Luna and said, "We leave tomorrow morning. The palace is old and quiet now, but we must search every corner. Are you ready?"

Luna looked at Tiara, then back at her father. "Yes. I'm ready."

The next morning, the sun rose gently over the hills of Brightvale. The golden light touched the tops of the trees, and the birds sang as if the day knew something magical was about to happen.

Luna, Minister Tom, and Tiara set off on foot toward the old royal palace. The road was quiet and dusty. They didn't speak much. Each one was lost in thought—Luna thinking about what they might find, Tom remembering the past, and Tiara hoping for her way home.

They walked for hours, through forests and past rivers. Finally, as the afternoon sun hung high in the sky, the palace came into view.

It stood tall and grand, but silent. The walls were covered with vines, and the gardens had grown wild. The air was thick with the memories of a time long gone.

As they stepped through the broken gates, Luna looked around in awe. "It's so quiet."

Tom placed a hand on her shoulder. "Once, this place was full of music and laughter. Prince Arin used to run through these halls with joy in his heart."

Tiara hovered above them, her wings glowing faintly. "I feel something," she whispered. "The pen… it's near."

But just beyond the trees, hiding behind a crumbled stone wall, Grub watched them closely. He had followed them all the way from the village. Now, his eyes locked on Luna. He saw the sparkle in Tiara's wings and the way Tom searched every room.

He grinned wickedly. "They're getting close. But that pen… will be mine."

The search had begun.

As the hours went on, they reached a small storage room filled with old books and broken furniture. "I used to hide my special things in here," Tom said.

They began searching again. Suddenly, Luna opened an old wooden box. Inside it, wrapped in a piece of faded cloth, was the magic pen.

"I found it!" she shouted with joy.

Tom quickly opened the cloth and looked at the pen. It was still beautiful, with a soft blue glow around it.

Just then, Grub made his move. He jumped out from behind the door and grabbed the pen. "It's mine now!" he shouted.

But the butterfly quickly flew in front of him, creating a shield of light. The greedy man tried to push through, but the magic sensed his greed and pushed him back forcefully. He fell to the ground, unable to move. The palace itself began to glow, reacting to the pure-hearted ones inside—and rejecting those with dark intentions.

The Minister stepped forward and said, "This pen was never meant for selfish hands. It is a bond of love, trust, and magic between two souls."

The connection just begin....