In a little village nestled between green rolling hills, there lived a young boy named Ethan. He was a firm believer in magic, even though life had thrown numerous challenges his way. His friends often teased him for believing in fairy tales at his age, but Ethan knew deep down that magic existed.
Every night, as the village settled under a blanket of stars, Ethan would lie on his bed and look out of his window, hoping to see a sign, a glimmer of the magic he believed in.
One particularly challenging day, as Ethan lay in bed with tears in his eyes, a soft glow began to emanate from outside his window. Curiously, he peered out and gasped in astonishment. There, standing majestically, was a unicorn with a shimmering, opalescent mane and a horn that radiated soft golden light.
The unicorn, noticing Ethan’s wide-eyed wonder, approached the window. “Good evening, Ethan,” it greeted in a gentle voice.
Ethan rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Are… Are you real?”
The unicorn chuckled softly. “As real as the dreams you believe in. My name is Lysandra, the Dream-Bringer. Every night, I visit children who need a sprinkle of magic in their lives and share with them tales from faraway lands.”
Ethan’s eyes sparkled. “Can you tell me a story tonight, Lysandra?”
Lysandra nodded and began her tale. “In a kingdom far, far away, where the clouds were made of cotton candy and rivers flowed with liquid gold, there lived a small dragon who couldn’t breathe fire…”
As Lysandra’s story unfolded, the room was filled with a soft, luminescent glow. Magical images danced on the walls – of flying dragons, enchanted forests, and brave heroes. Ethan listened intently, completely engrossed.
As the tale reached its climax, Ethan’s eyelids grew heavy, and he began to drift off to sleep. Lysandra, noticing this, gently whispered, “Dream well, young believer.”
As Ethan drifted asleep, Lysandra spread her wings, casting a sprinkle of dream dust over him. She then quietly exited through the window, ready to bring dreams and stories to another child who needed a touch of magic.
The next morning, Ethan woke up with a smile on his face. The weight of his challenges seemed a little lighter, and his belief in magic was stronger than ever. Every night, he’d eagerly await Lysandra’s tales, finding solace and strength in the magic of dreams.
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