Author: manooriya aliba
The Fairy and the Lost Star” is a magical story about a kind fairy named Twinkle who finds a fallen star. With courage and kindness, she goes on a journey to return the star back to the sky
One magical night, in the heart of the Whispering Woods, a gentle fairy named Twinkle lay beneath an old tree. The moon was full and bright, casting silver light across the forest. Twinkle had delicate, glowing wings, and her dress shimmered like flower petals in the wind. She loved to spend her nights watching the stars dance in the sky, whispering their twinkly secrets.
As she admired the sparkling sky, a sudden streak of golden light flashed across the sky. Twinkle sat up. A star was falling! It zipped through the sky like a comet and gently landed not far from her mossy home. Curious and concerned, Twinkle fluttered over and gasped.
Lying softly on the moss was a tiny star, glowing faintly. It flickered, as though scared or tired. Twinkle knelt beside it and cradled it in her hands.
“Oh dear little star,” she whispered, “how did you fall from the sky?”
The star pulsed weakly in her hands. Twinkle knew stars were meant to stay in the sky. If it didn’t return soon, its light would fade forever.
“I’ll help you,” she promised with a gentle smile.
Twinkle flew to the Wise Owl who lived in the tallest pine tree. “How can I return a fallen star to the sky?” she asked.
The owl blinked slowly. “Only the Moon Wind can lift a star home, and it only visits the peak of the Moon Tree.”
“Where can I find the Moon Tree?” Twinkle asked eagerly.
The owl pointed with one feathery wing. “At the edge of the forest, where the moonlight never fades.”
Without wasting a moment, Twinkle flew with all her might, carrying the little star close to her chest. Through thick ferns and glowing flowers, past sleeping animals and rustling leaves, she flew until she reached a towering silver tree. Its bark shimmered like moonlight, and its top reached high into the clouds.
Twinkle climbed carefully, holding the star close. When she reached the topmost branch, the wind around her began to swirl. It was soft and silvery—the Moon Wind! It wrapped gently around her and the star.
“Please,” Twinkle whispered, “help my friend find its way home.”
The Moon Wind lifted the little star from her hands and spun it upward. As it rose, the star glowed brighter and brighter until it became a shining point in the sky again. Twinkle laughed with joy, watching it twinkle happily above.
From that night forward, the stars shone a little brighter for Twinkle. And every evening, the same little star blinked three times in a row—just for her. She became known as Twinkle the Star-Friend, the fairy who helped lost light find its way home.
And so, under the same glowing sky, Twinkle kept watch each night, ready to help any star in need, her heart glowing as brightly as the heavens above.
