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The Rooster and the Golden Horn

Once upon a time, in a lush and peaceful forest, there lived a Rabbit and a Rooster who were close friends. At that time, the Rooster was just an ordinary Rooster and did not yet have the nickname "The Rooster". Furthermore, the Rooster had not yet acquired the habit of crowing at dawn, long before dawn. The Rabbit, on the other hand, was blessed with two pairs of very beautiful golden horns. The Rabbit's golden horns dazzled all the inhabitants of the forest, making him adored and admired. Meanwhile, the Rooster felt that he was just an ordinary Rooster whose existence was barely noticed. However, the Rooster felt that his friendship with the Rabbit was not due to the Rabbit's popularity among the Roosters.

some of the forest dwellers, because their friendship has been established since they were small.

At first, the Rooster wasn't bothered or jealous of the Rabbit's fame. They lived peacefully, sharing stories and laughter under the shade of the trees. However, one fine day, a cunning fox came to the Rooster's house.

"Hey Chicken, what are you doing? Can I come into your beautiful and comfortable house?" the Fox asked politely.

“Please come in, Fox,” the Chicken replied kindly, inviting his guest into the house. “Why did you suddenly come to my house, Fox? What’s wrong?” the Chicken asked again.

With a sweet smile that harbors bad intentions, the Fox offers tempting cooperation. He admitted that he really wanted the soft and delicious rabbit meat. "So it's like this Chicken, there's something big I want to tell you, but don't be angry," said the Fox, still with a sly smile.

“Just say Fox, I won’t be angry,” the Chicken replied curiously.

“So, Chicken, I really want to eat Rabbit meat. . . but. . . but. . . later I will hand over the golden horns to you. I only want to eat Rabbit meat,” said the Fox without the slightest guilt.

Hearing this cruel request, the Rooster was shocked and furious. He shouted at the Fox in a loud voice and chased him far away from his house.

“What! You want to eat my friend's rabbit meat?!” shouted the chicken in a loud voice,

"But... you will have the golden horns," said the Fox, trying to persuade the Chicken.

“No! ! . . Get out now before I attack you! !” snapped the Chicken furiously. Immediately the Fox ran away in a panic.

However, the Fox was a cunning creature and did not give up easily. For several days afterward, he continued to follow the Rooster, launching incitement after incitement that poisoned the Rabbit's friend's mind. The Fox convinced the Rooster that he only needed the Rabbit's meat for his meal, and in return, the Rooster would be allowed to take the Rabbit's shining golden horns. And if that happened, it would still be with the Fox's incitement. The Rooster would be far more admired and respected than even a tiger, and all would bow to the Rooster if the golden horns were attached to the Rooster's body.

"If the Rabbit's horns are placed on your legs, the Chicken will respect you, you will even be more respected than the tiger," said the Fox, again launching his incitement.

"No, Fox, I'm happy and comfortable with my current life," replied the Chicken calmly.

“Don’t you want most or all of the forest dwellers to admire you, Chicken?” said the Fox, continuing to follow Chicken from behind.

"No, fox, you better go, I'll be meeting my friend Rabbit soon." The rooster gently shooed the house away. The fox skillfully continued to instigate the rooster. He reasoned that the rabbit had always been the center of attention and was praised by all the forest dwellers, while the rooster seemed to have never been considered.

its existence. In fact, deep within the heart of Si Jago, there is a hidden desire to have golden horns

The Rabbit's enchanting golden horns. However, the Champion always dismissed those evil thoughts and dismissed them from his mind. He believed that his friendship with Little Inci was far more valuable than the flattery and praise that he would receive if he possessed his friend's golden horns.

The fox who came to his house almost every day to poison the rooster's mind, finally slowly began to be incited by the fox's words, the rooster finally spoke out, that he had once had a desire to have the rabbit's golden horns, but he never knew how to make it happen.

“Hmmm.. so this is it Fox, indeed, in the past, I felt like I wanted to have the Rabbit’s horns, but I didn’t know how, because you know, right? The Rabbit was good to me,” said the Chicken sounding desperate.

“Chicken.. when it comes to being nice, I can be a good friend to you, even better than Rabbit,” said the Fox, which sounded very sweet to the ear. The Chicken only glanced at the Fox for a moment and smiled slightly.

"What are your words, can I believe Fox?" asked the Chicken.

"You can trust me, you can even trust me more than the Rabbit who always makes you feel like you are his servant," said the Fox, continuing to instigate,

“But I never felt that way, Fox, and neither did the Rabbit towards me,” replied the Rooster wisely,

"But all the forest dwellers see you and Rabbit like that Chicken, if you walk together, all the forest dwellers whisper, if you two are like master and servant" The fox with his cunning voice, ..

“So what are you waiting for, Chicken? Do you want to be looked down upon for the rest of your life by all the inhabitants of the Forest? Do you want to be the Rabbit’s slave for the rest of your life? .. think about Chicken. .. think about your future and your children’s future,” the Fox explained at length, teasing the Chicken’s mind. Hearing the Fox’s words, the Chicken was stunned for a moment, thinking about all the Fox’s words, which little by little began to sound reasonable.

After days of wrestling with his thoughts, the Rooster finally, reluctantly, agreed to the Fox's evil proposal. Thus, the Rooster and the Fox began to carefully plan a trap for the Rabbit.

“Fox, let’s just postpone this plan,” said the Chicken, feeling unsure about their plan.

“Postpone? .. postponed you say Chicken?” replied the Fox feeling irritated,

“Yes. I don’t think this is the right time for our plan,” Ayam replied, feeling uncertain.

“Oooh. . no way, Chicken, just calm down. . just follow all my plans, okay? . trust me, everything will be fine,” said the Fox enthusiastically.

"Yeah... it's up to you, Fox," the Chicken replied resignedly.

They devised a cunning strategy to trap their innocent friend. The fox would distract the rabbit by inviting him to play away from home, while the rooster would hide in the thick bushes, waiting for the right moment to carry out his cruel act. This plan initially excited the rooster, imagining himself possessing the golden horns he had always desired. However, as the day drew near, the doubts and guilt that haunted him grew. He knew full well that his close friendship with the rabbit would be shattered if this evil plan succeeded.

The appointed day arrived with a bright forest atmosphere, but behind the beauty of its rays, there was a hidden anxiety that lurked in every corner. The Fox, with fake cheerful steps, began to carry out his cunning role. He approached the Rabbit who was busy eating forest sedangan in the meadow near the edge of the forest, the place they had agreed on in their evil plan. With a sweet voice full of falsehood, the Fox invited the Rabbit to play and look for fresh fruit deeper in the forest. The Rabbit, who did not suspect the slightest, accepted his friend's invitation happily. He hopped happily after the Fox, unaware of the danger that awaited him.

Meanwhile, the Rooster, his heart pounding, hid behind the thick bushes at the edge of the forest. His sharp eyes watched the Rabbit and the Fox's every move, waiting for the right moment to launch his carefully planned action with the Fox. However, as the Rabbit and the Fox drew closer to the ambush, the Rooster began to see more clearly the expressions on his friends' faces. The Rabbit hopped about cheerfully, his ears twitching playfully, and occasionally stopped to taste the berries of the forest grass growing along the path. There was not a hint of suspicion or fear on his innocent face. He completely trusted the Fox and had no idea that danger was lurking.

Seeing his friend's trust and innocence, Si Jago's heart suddenly felt like it had been struck by lightning in broad daylight. Guilt and regret surged through his chest.

All desire, envy, and the desire to possess the golden horns vanished. He saw the sincerity and kindness of the Rabbit who had always been by his side, and his heart rebelled, refusing to betray such a good friend to him. The evil whispers of the Fox that had been poisoning his mind all this time disappeared instantly, replaced by the voice of his conscience telling him not to do something despicable. Finally, the Chicken came out of hiding and finally a commotion between them occurred.

Not far from where the Fox, the Rooster, and the Rabbit were, a large tiger was silently watching from behind the thick trees. The wise King of the Jungle, though he saw the intrigue and potential danger lurking, chose not to involve himself in the affairs of the Fox, the Rooster, and the Rabbit. He believed that each forest creature must face and solve its own problems, and the law of the jungle would run its course.

Before carrying out his evil plan to attack and prey on the Rabbit, the cunning Fox tried to plant the seeds of enmity between the two friends. He approached the Rabbit and whispered poisonous words, saying that in fact the Rooster had long harbored deep envy and desperately wanted the golden horns that were the Rabbit's pride. Although the Rabbit felt doubtful and found it difficult to believe the words of the Fox who was known for being full of deceit, he could not completely ignore the evil whispers that began to creep into his heart. Finally, the misunderstanding and tension created by the Fox triggered a fierce fight between the Rooster who felt cornered by false accusations and the Fox who was filled with lust for his prey. Finally, with anger peaking, the Rooster immediately attacked the Fox, the Rooster attacked repeatedly from several directions.

Unfortunately, despite the Rooster's best efforts, he was ultimately overwhelmed by the Fox's superior cunning and physical strength, forcing him to flee for his life. Forced to flee together, the Rooster and the loyal Rabbit fled, leaving the Fox feeling the upper hand and increasingly eager to pursue them.

The Rabbit and the Chicken ran as fast as they could into the forest, followed by the Fox who was still quite far behind them, when the Chicken and Rabbit thought they would hide. Suddenly they were approached by a tiger who had been stalking them. Seeing the big tiger in front of them, the Rabbit and Chicken were very panicked and thought this Tiger would prey on them. "Where are you going?" said the Tiger with a deep voice and an unfriendly face, "want to hide from the Fox's pursuit" said the Chicken with a very scared face, "yeah. . yes we want to hide" continued the Rabbit with a trembling voice. Meanwhile the Tiger with his unfriendly face got closer to the Rabbit. But the Chicken quickly chased him away. "What do you want with my friend" said the Chicken standing right in front of the Rabbit and Tiger, "Hey Rabbit, give your golden horns to the Chicken" said the Tiger, "for what?" replied the Rabbit still in a scared tone. Seeing the frightened expressions of the two friends, the Tiger took a few steps back, “in the past the horn actually belonged to the Rooster’s ancestor, and it was a very powerful weapon” said the Tiger reminiscing, “so what now?” replied the Rabbit, “give the horn now to the Rooster and let him face the Fox” said the Tiger with his order, without thinking long, the Rabbit let go of his golden horn and immediately gave it to the Rooster or the Rooster.

Meanwhile, the Fox who came looking for them was getting closer. After wearing the golden Horn, the Rooster climbed on a tree branch and crowed long, a sign that he was challenging the Fox, the Fox who saw that, immediately jumped to hit the Rooster, but the Rooster swiftly avoided and immediately hit the Fox. The Rooster seemed to have gotten a new strength, he hit the Fox with full force, the Fox was shocked, "Where did you get that strength, Rooster?" asked the Fox, with his body still lying on the ground, "Don't you see my two feet?" asked the Rooster, "What? ?! " exclaimed the fox in surprise, "You've killed the Rabbit and taken his horns?" said the Fox with wide eyes, "The Rabbit is with the Tiger watching this fight" replied the Rooster while pointing at the Rabbit and the Tiger. Immediately the Fox directed his gaze at the Rabbit and Tiger, knowing that the Fox was directing his gaze at himself and the Tiger, the Rabbit waved his front paw at the Fox, as if mocking the Fox, "What really happened to you guys?" asked the Fox, getting more emotional. Suddenly from his place, the Tiger shouted "quickly finish this fight Chicken, before the Fox's words poison your mind again" shouted the Tiger. The Chicken turned to the Tiger and gave a nod, and immediately he attacked the Fox, with his weak body the Fox was unable to stand let alone reply, finally in his final attack the Chicken swung the Rabbit Horn which was now attached to his leg towards the Fox's neck which ultimately made the Fox unable to move anymore and soon died.

“I didn’t expect you to defeat the Fox so quickly,” said the Tiger as he approached the Rooster who was still frozen in place, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“It’s all thanks to these great horns! That’s why I was able to defeat the Fox,” the Rooster replied proudly, showing off the golden horns on his feet.

Hearing the Rooster's words, the Tiger expressionlessly shook his head. "It's not because of those golden horns that you can defeat this cunning Fox," the Tiger said in his characteristically deep voice.

“Hey, didn’t you just say that these golden horns are a powerful weapon?” replied the Chicken, showing off the golden horns on its legs more clearly.

“That’s right, but no matter how good and powerful a weapon is, it will be useless if the one who owns it doesn’t have the spirit to fight,” said the Tiger wisely, which made the Chicken and the Rabbit stunned for a moment, contemplating the meaning of the King of the Jungle’s words.

"It was your passion to defend your friends and yourself that defeated the fox. You only used the golden horns on your feet once, and that was when the fox was already helpless. So clearly, it wasn't the golden horns that won you the victory," the tiger continued, emphasizing the courage and determination of the rooster and rabbit.

Hearing the Tiger's meaningful words, the Rooster and the Rabbit felt a new, deeper understanding of true friendship and courage. They realized that true strength lies not in weapons or physical superiority, but rather in an unyielding spirit and a willingness to protect one another.

Finally, from that moment on, as a token of appreciation for his unwavering courage and loyalty, the Rooster was bestowed with the honorary title of "The Champion" by the wise and prudent King of the Jungle. The King then proclaimed this new title throughout the jungle with a thunderous voice, so that all the inhabitants of the jungle would know of the extraordinary courage and honor that the Rooster had achieved. From that moment on, until today, throughout the wilderness, the Rooster is always known and called by the nickname "The Champion," a reminder of his courage and spirit.

As an expression of sincere gratitude from the bottom of his heart, and as a symbol of the eternal friendship that existed between the two of them, the Rabbit voluntarily and without the slightest coercion offered his precious golden horn to the Roc. This gift, which had deep meaning, was witnessed by almost all the forest residents present at the scene, becoming an unforgettable moment

However, it was truly unfortunate that, instead of feeling humbled and increasingly appreciative of the friendship that had stood the test, after receiving a new, honorable title from the King of the Forest and receiving a beautiful golden horn as a gift from his loyal friend, the Rooster experienced a striking change in attitude. He became arrogant and proud, feeling himself superior to the other forest dwellers. He often showed off his sparkling golden horn to anyone who passed by, in a high tone and full of excessive pride. Wherever he went, the Rooster always walked alone with his chest puffed out and his head held high, as if forgetting the services and kindness of the Rabbit who had helped him so much.

After his fame as the Champion, who had golden horns that were greatly admired by the forest dwellers spread throughout the forest, the Phoenix, a relative of the Chicken, who was also cunning and full of intrigue, came to the Champion at his home. With sweet pleasantries and seductive words, the Phoenix praised the Champion's greatness and said that the golden horns he now had were very beautiful and suited him very well, among other cunning compliments.

After a long and deceptive exchange that night, the Ponix excused himself and went home. The next night, the Ponix returned to the Rooster's house, carrying a bundle of broad leaves. Inside were several long, curved tail feathers of a beautiful, sparkling color. The Ponix gave the tail feathers to the Rooster as a gift and to strengthen their bond, and the Rooster gladly accepted them and immediately added them to his already beautiful tail. It was then, unbeknownst to the Rooster, that the origin of a Rooster having several tail feathers that towered longer and more beautifully than the rest began.

However, it turns out that Ponix has a hidden and cunning intention behind his excessive hospitality. He actually really wants Si Jago's golden horn for his own benefit. In a pitiful tone, Ponix begged Si Jago to lend him his golden horn on the grounds that that night he had to go to meet the very beautiful Fairy Queen above the Rainbow, and had to appear with a stunning and different appearance than usual. Initially, Si Jago who really loved his golden horn, then firmly refused to lend it. "But you already have feathers that are almost all shiny Ponix" said Si Rooster while looking at Ponix's shiny feathers. "But Jago, It's useless for all my feathers to shine if my feet don't shine, it feels like something is missing" Ponix replied in a pitiful tone of voice, "But what is the meaning of this golden horn Ponix compared to the shine of your feathers" replied Si Rooster again. "But come on Jago, I only borrowed it for a moment, before dawn comes, I have already arrived here, to return your golden horn" said Si Ponix still with his seduction. "But what if you don't come before dawn?" asked the Rooster, feeling worried, "It's easy, Rooster, you just climb onto the roof of your house and crow as loud as possible, if I hear it I will immediately come and return your golden horn," said the Ponix promisingly.

The Ponix continued to coerce and seduce with sweet words full of lies, promising to tell the Rainbow fairy that the golden horn she wore belonged to the Rooster as a form of respect. Finally, with a heavy heart and persuaded by the Ponix's seduction, the Rooster lent him his precious golden horn. The Ponix promised to return from the rainbow before dawn, that is, when dawn broke, and would immediately return the golden horn to the Rooster without delay. If the Ponix had not returned by dawn, the Ponix told the Rooster to shout with a loud, distinctive rooster's voice, namely crowing, as a call for the Ponix to immediately return from the Rainbow. The innocent Rooster finally agreed to the Ponix's request without realizing the trickery that was being planned.

That night, amidst the silence of the forest, Si Jago couldn't close his eyes for even a moment. He kept awake, feeling the anxiety that gripped his heart mixed with the hope that plagued his mind relentlessly. His thoughts focused on the arrival of Si Ponix from Pelangi, a place he imagined to be of stunning beauty inhabited by rain and rainbow fairies. But unfortunately, as time passed, Si Jago's wait seemed increasingly futile. The cunning and deceitful Si Ponix never arrived, bringing with him the precious golden horn that had been entrusted to him. The anxiety that gripped Si Jago's mind grew even more intense, mixed with feelings of being deceived and betrayed. Finally, with a heart filled with pain, Si Jago jumped up onto the roof of his high house, facing the sky that was beginning to turn pink, signifying the imminent dawn. With all his might, he gave a loud crow, calling to Si Ponix in the hope that his kinsman would soon return and keep his promise. Time and again the Rooster raised his voice in pain and sorrow, but the Phoenix still did not appear, as if swallowed by the splendor of the beautiful colors of the rainbow. Day turned to night, sunrise and sunset marked the cycle of time that continued to pass, but the Phoenix never returned. Since then, when the thin mist still covered the forest and dawn began to signal its appearance at the end of the morning, the Rooster continued to sing his crow pleadingly, calling out to the Phoenix that had taken his golden horn. His crowing became an eternal reminder of betrayed friendship, broken promises, and wasted trust. And so this story continues to be passed down from generation to generation, explaining to all forest creatures why the Rooster always crows loudly every dawn and feels a deep longing, as if calling out to a figure that never comes, a lament of feeling the loss and betrayal that is so great.

Lost Fireflies

 

In a hidden forest in Fairyland, a group of fireflies lived under the shade of a large, shady tree. When night fell, the fireflies emerged one by one from their nests to search for food. The tiny larvae lived with their mothers in the cool, damp soil. Their home was no mere burrow—it was a vast underground kingdom, large enough to house many families. They coexisted with colonies of ground ants and termites, tiny creatures of vastly different shapes and forms. Yet, these differences never became a barrier. They lived peacefully, respecting one another, and never quarreling. One quiet night, the fireflies emerged from hiding to hunt for food. At that time, none of them had a twinkling light on their bodies. Yes, they had not yet been blessed with the light that would later become their trademark. Nevertheless, their spirit never waned. Cheerfully, the male fireflies flew high until they were level with the stalks of the weeds, exploring the silent night, yet full of natural riddles and mysteries. Meanwhile, the female fireflies preferred to explore the surface of the ground, sneaking among the intersecting grass roots, looking for hidden snacks. That night, a young firefly named Sekun quietly joined the group of adult fireflies in search of food. He was curious about the stories the adult fireflies often told about the vast and bright outside world. Not to mention Nono the red ladybug and Didi the little ant, Sekun's friends, they often told stories about how the world out there was so beautiful and vast, and there was so much other life, that made Sekun's determination to sneak out of their nest even stronger. He wanted to prove what Nono and Didi said, and more importantly, he also wanted to show off to his two friends, that he had also traveled around the outside world.

And that was Sekun's first time seeing the outside world. Since hatching, he had never been allowed to leave the nest before his wings had fully grown. But tonight, without his parents' knowledge, Sekun slipped among the crowd of adult fireflies. His small size made him unnoticed by anyone. Carefully and full of curiosity, he stepped out of his dark, hidden dwelling in the ground. As soon as he stepped out, his eyes widened. The night sky stretched wide above him, decorated with a sprinkling of twinkling stars and the soft glow of the moon. "Waaaah. .. so, it's true what Nono the red ladybug and Didi the ant said, this is what the outside world is like. .." he murmured in awe, his gaze fixed on the enchanting sky. Sekun looked down, seeing his two wings that were now starting to glisten in the moonlight. He moved them slowly, trying to imitate the movements of adult fireflies who immediately spread and move their wings and immediately fly as soon as they leave the nest. The night breeze touched his tiny body, and a mixed feeling of nervousness and happiness filled his chest.

Sekun tried again to imitate the flight of adult male fireflies. He carefully observed how they opened and flapped their wings, as if the movements were so natural and effortless.

With excitement, Sekun watched each adult firefly as they began to lift their bodies into the air, their wings fluttering gently but powerfully. Feeling he had learned enough, Sekun plucked up the courage. He unfolded his young wings, still hidden beneath his small body, and began to flap slowly.

But unfortunately—what a shame—her wings weren't fully developed. Her young wings couldn't yet catch enough air to lift her tiny body off the ground. She tried harder, flapped faster, but her body remained motionless.

“Oh my.. what's wrong with my wings?” Sekun complained softly, his eyes welling with tears. He kept trying, over and over again, hoping for a miracle that would allow him to float like the others.

One by one, the adult male fireflies had soared high, scattering in the night air. Now, only Sekun was left on the ground, alone. Several female fireflies had also dispersed, exploring the gaps between the grass roots in search of food. Sekun stared at them from a distance, his heart filled with disappointment and loneliness, his eyes dimmed, as if losing their sparkle like stars covered by clouds. Now only Sekun, the little firefly, continued to walk along the grass roots. The soft moonlight helped him see the way, bright enough to keep him going in the silent night.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. Sekun tried climbing a tall weed, hoping to easily soar from the heights. However, having never done it before, after only a few times climbing or climbing a tall weed, his small body fell again. He got up, tried again, and fell again. This continued over and over again, until an old cricket came to him.

"Hey, firefly, what are you doing there?" said the cricket as he approached with his small steps.

"Hey, Uncle Cricket! I'm trying to climb this grass stalk," Sekun replied, still trying to hold on to the tall weed stalk.

"Why don't you just fly up?" asked Uncle Cricket in surprise.

"I've tried, Uncle... but my wings don't seem strong enough to fly," Sekun answered softly, then leaned tiredly against a stalk of grass that he had never managed to conquer.

Uncle Cricket stared at him for a moment, then smiled. "Want me to help you fly up?"

Sekun immediately nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes! I want to, Uncle!" he exclaimed happily.

"Okay. Hold on tight, okay, to my front legs. I'm going to jump and flap my wings."

Once Sekun felt his grip was strong enough, he gave the signal, "Come on, Uncle! I'm ready!"

"Okay, let's fly!" cried Uncle Cricket. With a powerful push of his hind legs, he shot into the air and flapped his wings. They soared through the night air.

"Wow! Uncle! What a beautiful view from up here!" Sekun exclaimed in admiration as he looked down.

But the happiness didn't last long. Uncle Cricket soon perched on the top of a tall weed.

"Well, we're here," he said.

"Well... why only for a moment, Uncle?" Sekun sounded disappointed.

"I can only fly for a short time, son. I'm a cricket, not like butterflies or grasshoppers that can fly far and for a long time," explained Uncle Cricket with a smile.

"Okay then, Uncle. I'll stay here. Thank you very much, Uncle," said Sekun as he released his grip from Uncle Jangkrik's leg.

"Hey, what's your name, kid?" asked Uncle Cricket as he prepared to fly again.

"My name is Sekun, Uncle."

"Okay, Sekun. I'll continue my journey, okay?"

"Yes, be careful, Uncle!" shouted Sekun, even though his voice was probably no longer heard by the crickets who had disappeared among the thick grass that night.

to the next part of the story is also very welcome.

On top of the tall grass, Sekun remained silent for a long time. He was trying to gather the courage and strength to flap his wings and dive. However, the courage wouldn't come. His body seemed to tremble every time he tried to jump, and this happened repeatedly.

Just as he was about to try flying again, an ant was seen climbing quickly from below, heading towards Sekun.

“Hey, Sekun! What are you doing up there?” the ant exclaimed as soon as it reached him.

“Hey, Uncle Ant. How did you know I was here?” Sekun asked in surprise.

"I met the Cricket earlier. He said you were around here," Uncle Ant replied.

“Yes, Uncle. I’m learning to fly,” Sekun said quietly, without explaining the real reason why he left the nest.

“You should still be in the nest, Sekun,” Uncle Ant reprimanded him in a gentle but firm tone.

"Yes, Uncle... but I also want to know what the outside world is like. It turns out it's vast and beautiful," Sekun replied, trying to avoid the real question.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the nest. Your mother must be looking for you," said Uncle Ant, holding out his hand.

"No need, Uncle. I'll go home by myself. You don't need to worry, I'm an adult," Sekun declined gently but firmly.

Uncle Ant was silent for a moment. His expression was one of disappointment. He then turned and began to slowly descend from the grass stalk.

“Okay then, Sekun.. I’ll just go,” he said quietly, before leaving Sekun alone on the tall grass.

Sekun refocused. He stared at the tall grass stalk in front of him—the place where he would attempt his first flight. Heart pounding, he took a running start, took a deep breath, and then leaped from the tip of the stalk.

Her tiny wings spread open. She tried to flap with all her might, though her movements were still stiff and far from perfect. Her wings weren't as strong and flexible as those of a full-grown firefly, but her determination far outweighed her fear.

"Aaaaaaa!!!" Sekun shouted, half panicked, half happy, sliding through the air like a falling dewdrop.

Just before his small body hit the ground, his eyes were suddenly dazzled by a very bright light. The light appeared suddenly, and almost blinded him. Sekun staggered, shocked, not knowing where it came from. As he fell, Sekun felt his body not touch the ground, when he realized that his body was already under the stalk of the weeds, he looked around, and how shocked Sekun was when he realized that he had fallen on a creature that was about five times his size.

"Hey.. heeei! Who are you?" Sekun exclaimed in surprise, jumping back. "How did you get here?" he continued in a tone of surprise mixed with suspicion.

"Please... help me," the winged creature whispered. Its appearance did not resemble any insect Sekun had ever seen.

"Wow... you have wings too! You look like a dragonfly, but... I don't think so," Sekun muttered as he continued to observe the creature with great curiosity.

"Help... me... help," repeated the creature in a voice weak and full of pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Sekun asked, daring to approach the face of the creature who turned out to be a fairy.

"Take me away from here.. I can't fly anymore," said the fairy, followed by a muffled groan.

"Y-yes.. but how can I carry you? My body is small, while your body is much bigger," Sekun replied with obvious confusion.

"Come here... come closer," the fairy asked weakly, waving her hands in slow motions, begging Sekun to come closer.

With a wavering feeling of doubt, Sekun slowly approached. However, after a few steps, he stopped, seemingly considering something. "Can I trust you?" he asked hesitantly to the dying-looking Fairy.

The fairy could only nod weakly in response. Sekun took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and stepped closer again.

When she was very close, the fairy reached for Sekun's head with her trembling hands. From that touch, a soft, multicolored light flowed, spreading throughout Sekun's body. Suddenly, perhaps exhausted or for some other reason, the fairy released her hand from Sekun's head and instantly lost consciousness.

Seeing the fairy lying motionless, Sekun was struck with panic. Without thinking, he immediately turned and ran away from the fairy, seeking help as quickly as he could.

However, after only a few steps he ran, his body felt like it was getting bigger. Its wings, which were previously neatly folded, now extend long from its back. Sekun stopped, staring at the drastic changes that suddenly hit his body. "Wow.

After a moment of silence and realizing the changes had stopped, he turned to look at the Fairy, who was still lying weakly on the bed of dry grass. Now, the miracle had happened again: their bodies were now the same size.

Sekun approached Peri who was still lying helplessly. "Hey, where do you want me to take you?" he asked while shaking Peri's body carefully. Slowly, Peri's eyes opened. When she realized the insect in front of her was now the same size, maybe even bigger than her, she smiled faintly with sad eyes etched on her face. She looked at Sekun, "Take me to a safe place... a place where no one is." Her voice was still weak and trembling.

For a moment, Sekun thought hard, searching for the right place to take the ailing Peri. "I need the help of another insect to help you," Sekun said, half-panicked.

"Don't... don't! The more people know about me, the greater the danger that lurks for me," the Fairy replied urgently.

That answer confused Sekun even more. "Okay," he decided, "I'll take you to a really quiet place. But after that, promise me everything, okay?" Sekun said, continuing to stare at Peri, who looked increasingly weak. The fairy simply nodded slowly, without making another sound.

Sekun thought hard, where would he take this Fairy, while this was the first time he had known the outside world, this was the first time he had left his colony nest, he didn't know the place around him at all, because everywhere there would definitely be other insects that would see him, especially ants who didn't know when they were sleeping, besides they seemed to be everywhere, unlike fireflies whose numbers were only a few.

Sekun tried to take out his wings and flapped them as if preparing to fly, a smile spread across his face when he saw his wings come out and move as he thought, slowly he lifted his legs and flapped his wings harder, and finally his body lifted, he tried to fly higher, and sure enough he could fly higher than he wanted, when he was in the air he looked down at the fairy who was still lying on the grass, when he looked straight, he saw a large and tall tree that was not too far away. He went down and lifted the fairy towards the big tree. He put the fairy between his head and body, he flew higher, approaching the very large tree, the tree was very large, its branches and twigs towered out as if it were a sky for the insects that sheltered under it, while the main trunk was very large and towered high into the sky, Sekun flew several times around the tree looking for a place that really did not have a single insect or other creature there, after circling for a while, finally Sekun found a high and shady branch, then Sekun put the fairy on the branch, then took some leaves to make a kind of tent for the fairy. After feeling safe, Sekun asked the fairy again. "I think you're safe here now," said Sekun while looking around. "What else can I do for you?" he continued, looking back at the fairy's face, hoping to get an answer. However, the fairy remained silent, her eyes still tightly closed. She looked very weak, Sekun did not know what had happened to her.

While waiting for the fairy to regain consciousness, Sekun stood where he was, no longer asking questions. He examined his body, which was now several times larger than before. He lifted his legs, wiggled them, and then played his wings alternately, left and right, as if still in disbelief at the changes he had undergone. "This change is too fast," he muttered as he continued to observe the rest of his body.

Finally, the fairy regained consciousness. However, when she opened her eyes, her face looked much older. The wrinkles on her face and skin were becoming more pronounced and numerous. "Hey... what's wrong with you?" Sekun exclaimed, shocked by the drastic changes in the fairy's body.

"It's okay," the Fairy replied haltingly, as if holding back pain.

"Where are you from? Why are you here? Then, what's your name?" Sekun asked with a barrage of questions.

"Can you leave me alone for a moment? I'll try to recover my strength and power first. Just make sure no one outside comes in here," the Fairy said weakly.

"Yes, okay. But later you have to answer all my questions," Sekun replied as he moved away from Peri.

The fairy watched Sekun walk away. After feeling a safe distance away, the fairy slowly adjusted her sitting position, then stood up and closed her eyes. She then spread her wings wide. Once they were fully extended, she slowly extended her arms, parallel to their wingspan.

Just as her hands were level with her wings, a shimmering purple light suddenly radiated from the tips of her wings, illuminating the night air around her in a bright purple. As the purple light seemed to engulf her, the Fairy's face and body color suddenly changed, and her hair color also changed, along with it, growing longer.

Meanwhile, not far away, Sekun sat with his back to the Fairy, who was performing the ritual customary for the Star Fairies to reawaken their magical powers. His entire body was enveloped in a shimmering yellow light. This would restore the Star Fairies to their former glory, both in strength and physicality.

Sekun perched on a tree branch, gazing at the bright moon. He was accompanied by the sounds of night insects searching for food. "Who is she? Why is her body so strange? She has legs on the bottom and also legs on the front," Sekun muttered thoughtfully. "But why do her wings look so much like aunt butterfly wings?" he continued, feeling even stranger about the fairy's figure.

Meanwhile, the Fairy's condition seemed to be improving. After all the light had disappeared from her body and her transformation seemed complete, she raised both hands simultaneously upward. When the backs of her palms met above her head, another explosion of sparkling light occurred. Afterward, the Fairy sat up, her face radiant, as if she wasn't herself just moments ago. Now, her appearance was completely different.

A moment after the change, Sekun's body suddenly returned to its original size. This was because the magical power in Sekun's body had been withdrawn by the Fairy. Sekun looked at his body which was slowly shrinking back to its original shape. "Waaah. .. waaah. .. what's wrong with this again? What's wrong with my body again?" he exclaimed in a frightened tone. Meanwhile, from a distance not too far away, the Fairy watched the changes in Sekun's body while chuckling softly, her hand almost covering her mouth. While her other hand was directed at Sekun's body, she withdrew her magical power into Sekun's body, it looked like there was a constant light flowing from Sekun's body to the Fairy's hand.

“Hey little insect, what’s wrong with you,” the fairy shouted as she flew closer to Sekun. “Hey.. who are you? Where did that creature go? Did you eat him?” Sekun asked with a frightened expression. “Hey little insect, can you just ask one question? Every time you talk?” the fairy said with a smile. “Yeah.. who are you?” Sekun asked in a firm voice. The fairy flew even closer to Sekun.

“I’m Sekun. I’m a firefly… but I can’t fly,” Sekun replied, somewhat embarrassed. Then he added, as if to emphasize his identity, “Oh yeah, I’m not an insect… I’m a firefly.”

Fairy Mada chuckled, then replied while floating casually in the air, “Yes, you are indeed an insect—a firefly.” Her words sounded teasing, even a little mocking.

Sekun stared at him, confused. Mada's personality seemed to have changed drastically—a far cry from before. He was now so agile, flying here and there, and his speech was more lively, as if he had just regained all his energy. "But... they call us fireflies," Sekun replied with a serious face, still trying to explain his identity.

“They?” asked the fairy Mada as if she didn’t care. “Who are ‘they’?” asked Mada again, hovering above Sekun’s head while spinning in small circles as if dancing in the air. “Many… they live around where we live,” Sekun replied while continuing to stare at the sky, following Mada’s constantly shifting flight direction.

“Who are they?” Mada asked again, this time moving quickly and stopping right in front of Sekun’s face, making their eyes almost level.

“There’s Uncle Cricket and his family,” Sekun said, starting to count with his little feet. “There’s Uncle Ant, Aunt Butterfly, Aunt Termite… and many more. They all call us fireflies.” Sekun named each of his relatives proudly. His eyes continued to follow Mada as she flew around him curiously.

“Where are you from?” Sekun asked innocently. “Me? Oh yes. .. me?” Peri Mada nodded slowly, then said in a somewhat arrogant tone, “I come from a place very far away, even further than you can imagine.” She said, “Wow! Where is that?” Sekun asked with wide-eyed amazement.

“Hmmm.. how do I explain it to you?” Peri Mada suddenly lowered her head, continuing to flap her wings slowly. Her head was lowered, looking down, as if there was an inexpressible sadness. Seeing the change in Mada’s expression, Sekun felt guilty. “Sorry… then, I’ll just change my question,” Sekun said softly, his voice sounding sad. “What is it?” asked Peri Mada without looking up. “May I ask… why did you get here?”

The question immediately brought Fairy Mada's eyes to life. She lifted her head and flew around Sekun excitedly.

“Good question, young man!” she exclaimed, then brought her face closer to Sekun’s. Reflexively, Sekun pulled away slightly. “I’m here to look for the fallen star child near where you live,” Mada replied excitedly. “And then?” Sekun asked briefly, expressionless. “Then… I was tasked with chasing him all the way here,” Peri Mada continued in a mysterious tone. “Why were you like a fish out of water earlier?” Sekun asked again, innocently.

“Huh?! What? The fish ran out of water? How do you know that fish that run out of water will become weak?” asked Peri Mada, staring at Sekun with a face full of suspicion.

"My mother told me," Sekun answered quietly, then stood up and walked towards a larger branch.

"Hey.. where are you going?" asked Peri Mada while flying following Sekun from behind.

"I don't know, maybe I just want to go home," Sekun answered without looking back, his steps continued along the branches.

"Hey.. hey, will you help me?" asked Peri Mada, now flying parallel beside Sekun.

"Help with what?" asked Sekun, still walking.

"Help me find the child of the fallen star," said Fairy Mada.

"What?! I... help you?" Sekun stopped in his tracks. He was shocked—shocked that someone was actually asking him for help.

"Yes... please help me find the star child who fell into this forest," replied Fairy Mada with a serious face.

"Yes... well, fine. If you insist," Sekun finally said, resigned.

"But... how can I help? Are you going to cast a spell on my body again?" she asked hopefully but also doubtfully.

"Hmm... maybe," replied Fairy Mada teasingly. "But after we find the star child, I'll give you a special gift." However, in her heart, Mada was just talking nonsense so that Sekun would be willing to accompany her.

"Okay then. Just tell me, how can I help you?" Sekun said, then sat down on a branch, gazing at the stunning beauty of the night. Starlight scattered across the sky, insects flitted about in search of food, while the sounds of other insects could be heard faintly from behind the grass and leaves.

"I'll tell you later," said Fairy Mada softly.

"But... why did your body look so weak and powerless before?"

"Ahahaha. .. you're still questioning that?" Peri Mada landed beside Sekun, smiling slightly. "I've had a very long and tiring journey. It drained all my strength and power, and I had to conserve my strength, and now everything is back to normal again!" she exclaimed with a happy tone of voice and movements.

"How long was your trip?" asked Sekun curiously.

"Very long. .. hundreds of sunrises and sunsets," Mada replied, staring straight ahead, as if reminiscing about the time that had passed.

"Then, there are more than Uncle Thousand Feet's legs," Sekun muttered, occasionally glancing at him.

"How many legs does Uncle Thousand Legs have?" asked Mada with an amused smile.

"My mother said there were so many. Almost as many as the dots of light visible above the horizon," Sekun replied, trying to explain as best as he could.

Fairy Mada couldn't hold back her laughter. "Ahahahaha! Who ever counted the dots of light in the sky?" she said, continuing to laugh.

"Yes, at least that's what my mother said. And Nono the red ladybug also told me that," said Sekun.

"Who is Nono the red ladybug?"

"Oh, he was my good friend. But since he could fly, he never came back to our nest under the tree," Sekun answered, his voice soft, there was a note of longing in his memories.

"Then, do you only have one friend or best friends?" asked Fairy Mada

"No, I still have one more friend, his name is Didi the Ant," Sekun answered in a low voice,

“Then? Where is Didi now?”

“Hmm.. I don't know, it seems like he and his family moved somewhere,” Sekun answered, looking down.

“Okay. I’m sorry that you’ve lost your two best friends,” said Fairy Mada, pretending to care.

"So.. when do I start helping you?"

"Just wait. Later, just as the air starts to get colder, he will be visible. And that's when we will chase him," replied Fairy Mada as she flew again, circling Sekun's body with a small, soft light. "Why is that?" asked Sekun with an innocent face, "hmmm. .. how do I explain it to you?", frowning at Sekun while her two fingers seemed to scratch her chin that wasn't itching, "Just tell me the truth" Sekun replied again, feeling as if there was a secret that Fairy Mada was hiding.

 

“So, it’s like this, young man, in the land of stars there,” Fairy Mada pointed up at the sky, Sekun also looked at the direction of Fairy Mada’s index finger, “Oh, that’s what’s called a star, huh?”, asked Sekun, “Yes, it’s a star, but let me explain everything to you first,” said Fairy Mada, impatient to finish her explanation, “Yeah. . Okay,” Sekun answered briefly,

“children of the star fairies, .. mmmmm” Fairy Mada thought for a moment, while looking at Sekun,

“Well, it’s probably like your children here,” Fairy Mada pointed at Sekun’s head, Sekun just glared at Fairy Mada, “when they start to have their own light, at the same time their light tails also start to grow, and when the wind blows the light tails will lengthen and the colors will increase, so the naughty star children… mmmm…” Fairy Mada was silent for a moment, she glanced back at Sekun who was still listening intently to her story, “yeah, like you, wandering alone at night, the star children are like that too, they wander in the horizon alone trying out their light tails.”

"I'm just curious to know what it's like outside," Sekun interrupted,

“Yes, that’s right, the star children are also curious to try, their light tails and curious to see the outside world” Fairy Mada answered with a slightly raised voice, “then, where is your light tail?” Sekun asked looking behind Fairy Mada, “listen carefully, the light tail will disappear after some time, .. mmmm. .. it’s like a sign that we will soon be from children to adults” Fairy Mada explained a little about the process experienced by the Star Fairies, while Sekun just listened, actually not understanding what Fairy Mada explained.

“ooh. . so that's how it is?” said Sekun, nodding slowly, as if he understood what Fairy Mada was explaining. “do you understand what I'm saying?” said Fairy Mada, bringing her face close to Sekun's, while glancing suspiciously.

"Forget it, forget it, so what are we going to do after seeing the fairy child Bintang fall here?" asked Sekun, still curious.

"I'll show you how later," Fairy Mada replied while looking up at the sky,

"I think you've already explained a lot," said Sekun flatly without enthusiasm,

“Oh yeah? Okay then, you be quiet and listen to my commands.” Said Peri Mada standing beside Sekun while continuing to keep her eyes as if watching something in the sky.

Suddenly, from the sky, one by one, the star children seemed to fall from the sky, the sparkle of their light was very amazing, Sekun shouted that he wanted to be like a shooting star that had a flaming tail, or the back of his body could light up, "I also want to have a flaming tail! !! " Sekun exclaimed while jumping with joy.

Fairy Mada, who was near Sekun, simply smiled at Sekun's behavior. "What's wrong with you, little insect?" asked Fairy Mada with an amused smile.

"Hey.. I also want to be like that star child, his tail lights up! Yeah.. I want to have a tail that lights up!" Sekun exclaimed enthusiastically, as if he was making an important request.

"But there has never been an insect whose tail lights up," said Fairy Mada jokingly.

"That's why! I want to be the first insect whose tail lights up! Come on... can you lend me that glowing tail?" Sekun could now be heard whining.

"Hmm.. but what should I do? What will the other fireflies say if you come home and your tail is lit up?" asked Fairy Mada, deliberately making Sekun think.

"It's easy! Just lend your glowing tail to all your firefly friends!" Sekun answered lightly.

"Ooh.. that's impossible," replied Fairy Mada which immediately made Sekun sad and gloomy.

"Okay then. Oh yeah, it seems like I've been out of the nest for a long time. I should probably just go home," Sekun said in a weary tone and a gloomy face. He walked to a small branch and hopped from one leaf to another. Fairy Mada followed him.

"Hey.. where are you going?" asked Fairy Mada.

"I want to go home. Mother and the others in the nest must be looking for me," Sekun replied while continuing to jump from leaf to leaf.

"Yes. .. yes. .. it seems we need to have a serious talk," said Peri Mada, intending to stop Sekun, but Sekun no longer wanted to listen to her.

"Okay... okay, young man. I'll grant your wish, but there's a condition," said Fairy Mada, who was still flying above Sekun's head. Hearing Fairy Mada's words, Sekun immediately stopped jumping.

"Can I trust you?" Sekun asked flatly, but in his heart he was very hopeful.

"Yes, of course," replied Fairy Mada with a smile and a wink.

"I think I can trust you. Tell me what the conditions are, hopefully I can do it," said Sekun.

"It's easy. .. you just need to repeat your request earlier."

"Which request?" Sekun answered confused.

"The one you shouted earlier, 'I want a tail that can light up too! '" Fairy Mada imitated Sekun's voice and movements. Seeing Fairy Mada imitate him, Sekun felt a little embarrassed.

"Ooh, that one.. but you're such a bad impersonator! I'm not as weird as you just acted."

"So what? Do you want your tail and all the fireflies to light up or not?" Fairy Mada's face looked serious.

"Yes... yes, of course I want to!" said Sekun while jumping for joy.

"Quickly shout your wish as loud as you can, young man!" shouted Fairy Mada. Without hesitation, Sekun immediately shouted, "I want to be like that shooting star! I want my tail to light up too!!" shouted Sekun with all his might.

Seeing Sekun's behavior, Peri Mada burst out laughing, but Sekun didn't care. "Yes... yes, okay. I'll make your tail and your friends' tails light up," said Peri Mada.

With graceful movements, Fairy Mada flew around Sekun. Suddenly, a light emerged from her hand, which then formed a small staff. She swung the staff toward Sekun, then swung it four more times in the air.

From the tip of his small wand, glittering golden light emerged. The light slowly formed a magical circle that surrounded Sekun's tiny body, eventually enveloping his entire being. Sekun stood there, stunned, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

"Listen, Sekun," said Fairy Mada softly, her eyes closing for a moment. "When a natural being on this earth utters a sincere wish from the depths of his heart, just as he sees a shooting star passing by, the universe will record that pure wish."

Suddenly, the night sky trembled slightly, as if responding to the fairy's words. A miracle occurred. One of the descending stars suddenly turned gracefully. It dived rapidly, its light a dazzling silvery white. Sekun was surprised, but also amazed, and reflexively closed his eyes.

When she dared to open her eyes again, an extraordinary sight greeted her. Her body now radiated a soft, warm light from her tail. The light felt comforting, like a mother's embrace, and its colors danced, resembling the beautiful colors of the shooting star she had just seen.

Fairy Mada smiled broadly, her eyes shining with joy. "Now, Sekun," she said cheerfully, "you are the first firefly to receive the gift of light from the stars. And know that every firefly child born after you will inherit this magical light of yours."

Sekun, still mesmerized by the magic in his tail, asked softly, "But... why me, Fairy Mada?"

Fairy Mada approached, gazing lovingly into Sekun's eyes. "Because you have the courage to dream and a pure desire. The starlight on your tail is a symbol of undying hope, and also a sign that even the smallest creature can hold a glimmer of starlight within itself."

Since that magical night, whenever a shooting star lit up the night sky, the forest children would whisper with hope. They would then search for a small, soft, twinkling light among the grass. There, they would find fireflies dancing merrily, carrying messages of hope from the fallen star to earth.

And that's the story about the origin of the beautiful light in the tail of a firefly.

And... that's also why humans believe in miracles: that when a star falls, we can make a sincere wish, hoping that our dreams will come true.

 

A Weasel and a Goose Egg

That afternoon, under the shade of the dense, shady forest trees, an old civet walked wearily. Its fur was dull, its movements were sluggish, and its stomach kept rumbling. Despite its advanced age and its former strength, it continued to walk—circling among the undergrowth and spreading tree roots, hoping to find food. However, it found no prey. Gripping hunger made each step heavy, and its vision began to droop.

In his despair, the old weasel stopped in a small gap between the roots of a large tree. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on the ground in golden light. He took a deep breath, trying to absorb the warmth that had always given him strength. Memories of the past when this forest was still a friendly hunting ground flashed in his mind. Suddenly, his eyes caught a small movement in the bushes. With the last of his strength, he approached—hope growing in his heart. Behind the dense leaves, a small mouse was stealing seeds from the ground. He tried to catch the small mouse, to make it his prey, but failed, the mouse moved nimbly away from the weasel.

Finally, in desperation, he returned to walk through the forest. After walking a long way through the quiet forest, the Weasel arrived at the edge of a lake whose water was calm and sparkling in the midday sun. On the surface of the clear lake, a flock of graceful white swans were seen playing happily. They swam calmly, occasionally dipping their heads into the water looking for food, or chatting with each other in soft voices. Seeing the sight of a flock of swans so close and looking helpless, suddenly an evil intention arose in the mind of the already hungry Weasel.

“Hmm… how can I catch one of those geese?” the Weasel muttered to himself, his cunning eyes tracking their every move. He hid behind a large fallen tree trunk, carefully observing the behavior of his potential prey. He pondered for a long time, searching for the most effective way to trap one of the geese. Finally, after a few moments of contemplation, a cunning idea occurred to him. With a faint grin on his old face, the Weasel then approached and hid further behind the thick bushes at the edge of the pond and began to shout in a voice that was faked with panic,

“Heeeeeeeiii… heiiiiii… run quickly! Save yourselves! The hunter is coming! The hunter is coming! He is carrying a big arrow and spear! Quickly hide!” shouted the Weasel, trying to trick the flock of geese.

Hearing the hysterical screams, the flock of geese, who had been playing happily, suddenly panicked and became frightened. Without thinking, they immediately ran and flew low, trying to save themselves from the threat they had just heard. Some rushed towards the middle of the lake, while others tried to fly away from the edge of the lake towards the dense trees on the other side. In that moment of chaos, the Weasel took a golden opportunity amidst the panic of the flock of geese. He quickly came out of hiding and tried to catch one of the geese that was panicking and having difficulty flying. But unfortunately, the Weasel's efforts, which were old and no longer agile, failed. He managed to catch none of the panicked geese. They were too agile and managed to evade his slow ambush.

Deeply disappointed and with a growing hunger, the Weasel walked listlessly along the now deserted edge of the lake. He grumbled to himself that his cunning plan had failed miserably. Suddenly, as he was walking with his head bowed, his fragile foot stumbled against a hard object. Startled, the Weasel looked down and saw the object that had tripped him. It turned out to be a fairly large goose egg lying on top of the dry grass mixed with dirt.

“Haaaa! !! Teluuurrr? ?? Finally I have a big meal today!” shouted the Weasel in joy, his eyes sparkling at the unexpected bounty before him. His disappointment at failing to catch the goose instantly vanished, replaced by a hunger that would soon be satisfied.

"This egg is so big, so if I eat it today I definitely won't finish it all. I'll save the rest for tomorrow, heheheheh," the Weasel muttered with a satisfied smile, imagining the pleasure of eating delicious goose eggs for the next two days. He immediately picked up the egg carefully and found a safe place to enjoy his find. Fatigue and hunger seemed to disappear instantly, replaced by the anticipation of the delicious meal that was right before his eyes.

However, just as the Weasel was about to find a comfortable place to eat the goose egg he had found, he suddenly paused and began to think. “Hmm… if I only boil an egg this big, it will be enough for today and tomorrow. After that, I have to go back to the trouble of finding food again. What if…” The Weasel trailed off, his eyes staring at the egg with a changed look. “What if I just hatch this egg? I’ll take good care of it, protect it from harm, and then when it’s big, I’ll eat it. That way, I won’t have to worry about starving for a long time,” he muttered, a more long-term idea starting to fill his mind.

The musa hid the goose egg he found in a hidden, dense bush, where no one could find it. After that, the musa wandered around the forest, looking for someone who could help him incubate the goose egg. The musa continued to wander through the forest, trying to figure out how to make the goose egg hatch safely. He knew he didn't have the warmth of a mother goose to incubate the egg. At that moment, in the midst of his confusion, from behind the bushes not far from where the musa was walking, a majestic eagle appeared in pain. An arrow with dark feathers was still stuck in one of its wings, blood dripping slowly down its beautiful feathers. The eagle groaned in pain, his voice weak and full of despair, "Help... help... I'm dying..." the eagle groaned from behind the bushes,

Hearing the Eagle's heartbreaking groans of pain, the Weasel, previously filled with cunning plans, was suddenly touched by compassion. Even though the Eagle was a much stronger predator than he was, the Weasel couldn't bear to see another creature suffer. Without hesitation, he rushed to the Eagle as it lay weakly on the grass.

"Eagle, who made you hurt like this?" said the Civet, slowly approaching the Eagle who was still in pain.

“There was a group of hunters chasing me and shooting arrows at me all at once,” said the Eagle in a voice that held back pain. “Calm down, Eagle, I will help you,” said the Weasel in a soft tone, trying to calm the bird of prey. Then carefully and with all his might, the Weasel pulled out the arrow that was stuck in the Eagle’s wing. The Weasel then looked for several types of forest grass that he knew had healing properties. Patiently, he chewed the grass until it was soft, then applied it to the Eagle’s still bleeding wound. The Eagle winced in pain as the Weasel treated his wound, but he tried to restrain himself. After a while, the Eagle began to feel a little better, the pain in his wing starting to subside.

“Weasel… thank you so much, you saved my life. What can I do to repay you for this priceless kindness?” the Eagle said hoarsely but gratefully, gazing at the Weasel with a gaze now filled with warmth.

“Oh well… never mind, Eagle. Next time, you should be more careful, don’t get hit by a hunter’s arrow again,” the Weasel replied sincerely, expecting nothing in return. He then turned around, ready to leave the Eagle to return to contemplating the fate of the goose egg he had found.

“Hey… wait a minute, little friend! Where are you going in such a hurry? It’s clear from your face that you’re having a problem. May I know what it is? Who knows, maybe I, with my powers in the air, can help you,” the Eagle exclaimed, stopping the Weasel in his tracks. Hearing the Eagle’s sincere words offering help, the Weasel was momentarily stunned. He didn’t expect that the creature he had just helped would be so considerate of him. With his face once again gloomy, the Weasel hung his head dejectedly, thinking about the dilemma he was facing.

“It's like this, Eagle,” the Weasel began his story in a slightly hesitant, but hopeful tone,

“I… I have eggs,” said the Weasel, but before the Weasel could finish expressing his intentions, Rajawali hurriedly cut off the Weasel’s words, with a surprised tone of voice, “You have eggs? Since when can Weasel lay eggs?” Rajawali said in surprise, while looking at the Weasel from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

“I wasn’t the one who laid the egg, I mean, I found a goose egg on the edge of the pond outside the forest. I plan to hatch it, but I don’t know how,” the Weasel explained, still in a tired, unenthusiastic voice. “Are… are you willing to help me incubate the goose egg?” the Weasel asked again, asking for the Eagle’s help.

Hearing the Weasel’s request, the Eagle paused for a moment, gazing thoughtfully at his new friend. Then, he smiled gently. “Ooooooh, so that’s how it is,” the Eagle said with understanding. “What a coincidence, I’m also incubating my own egg in the nest. Okay then, Weasel, let me incubate the Goose egg you found. That way, both eggs will receive equal warmth,” the Eagle said kindly, wanting to repay the old Wolf’s kindness.

Hearing the kind offer from the Eagle, the Weasel felt very relieved and happy. His face looked cheerful, he seemed to have found a new hope in his life. “Really? You are willing to help me, Eagle?” said the Weasel with a radiant face, full of enthusiasm. The Eagle just nodded and smiled. “I am very grateful!” said the Weasel again with sparkling eyes. “Wait here a moment, Eagle, I will take the goose eggs first, you don’t go anywhere,” said the Weasel still with his happy expression.

"Don't worry, Musang, I'm not going anywhere, I'll wait for you here, Rajawali will never go back on his word," said Rajawali, proud of himself and his colony.

"Without further ado, Musung immediately ran to retrieve the goose egg, which he had hidden in the bushes, and then returned to the eagle. Without hesitation, he carefully handed the goose egg he had found to the eagle.

However, before the eagle carried the egg to its nest, the weasel made a request, slightly pleading. “But, eagle… when the swan egg hatches, please let me be the first thing the gosling sees before it sees you. I want to be the first person it recognizes,” the weasel said, slightly pleading.

The Eagle smiled again at the Weasel's unique request. He understood that the Weasel might have had an emotional bond with the egg, even though it hadn't hatched yet. But what the Eagle didn't know was that it was just a ruse by the Weasel, to make himself look good in front of the Eagle. "Okay, Weasel," replied the Eagle understandingly. "Later, when the Swan's egg is about to hatch, I will definitely come to you and tell you," the Eagle promised. "Okay then, Eagle, don't hesitate to tell me immediately, when the Swan's egg is about to hatch, okay?" said the Weasel reminding the Eagle.

“Okay, okay, I’ll take my leave now. I’ve been away from my nest and eggs for too long.” After saying his promise, the eagle carefully carried the egg in his strong, sturdy claws, then slowly flew gracefully towards his nest which was at the top of a tall tree.

The days passed slowly for the Weasel. Day and night he waited with great hope and curiosity for news from the Eagle. Every day he always looked up at the sky, hoping to see the silhouette of the Eagle's wings bringing good news. Until one early morning, when the dew still moistened the leaves and a thin mist still enveloped the forest, suddenly a loud cry was heard from above, "Musaaaaaaaaaaaaaang.... musaaaaaaang, wake up!" The Eagle's voice echoed in front of the Weasel's simple house. "Musaaaaaaaaaaang! Wake up quickly!" he shouted again in an urgent tone.

Shortly after, the door to the Weasel's house opened slowly. The Weasel emerged, eyes still droopy and fur slightly disheveled, trying to gather his wits. "What's wrong, Eagle? You woke me up so early in the morning?" the Weasel replied, yawning widely, trying to chase away the sleep.

“Your goose egg is about to hatch, Weasel! I saw it moving around in the nest. I immediately flew here to tell you. Maybe the gosling has hatched! Let’s hurry up and go there!” said the Eagle from the air while flapping its wings. Hearing that, the Weasel’s eyes widened at the news brought by the Eagle. His drowsiness immediately disappeared, replaced by joy and a feeling of increasing impatience. Without thinking, the Weasel immediately ran as fast as he could towards the tall tree where the Eagle’s nest was located. “Wooooi! Wait for me! !” shouted the Eagle while flapping its wide wings, then flew after the Weasel who was already far ahead.

"Weasel, now hold on tight to my leg," the eagle shouted, extending its strong claws toward the weasel. "I'll carry you up to my nest. Come on, come here quickly!" the eagle continued.

“But… wait a minute, Weasel,” the Eagle suddenly stopped flapping its wings and descended closer to the Weasel. The Eagle stared at the Weasel with a look of suspicion that had returned to its mind. “I want to ask you something,” the Eagle said suspiciously.

“Ask what, Eagle?” the Weasel replied patiently, even though he himself was impatient to see the goose egg that was about to hatch and was a little surprised by his new friend’s hesitation.

“Could it be… you’re going to eat the gosling? And it’s your breakfast today?” the Eagle asked in a probing tone, trying to read the honesty in the Weasel’s eyes. His suspicions were aroused by the Weasel’s enthusiasm in wanting to immediately take the Gosling.

“Aaaaaah, no way, Eagle!” the Weasel quickly denied it, looking a little hurt by the accusation he considered baseless.

"I promised to help you hatch this egg. How could I bear to eat a helpless little creature, especially after we've been waiting for it to hatch together?"

Hearing the Eagle's sincere answer, the Weasel felt ashamed of his own prejudice. He sighed and lowered his head for a moment. "I'm sorry, Eagle. I'm just... just a little worried," he said softly. However, deep in his mind, the image of the fat, delicious gosling was still there, mixed with the guilt and pity that had just filled his heart. "Come on, Eagle, quickly take me to your nest! I can't wait to see it hatch," the Weasel said in a now more sincere tone, trying to chase away the evil thoughts that were still there.

“Yes, that’s all right then,” replied the Eagle, relieved to see the change in the Weasel’s demeanor. He began flapping his broad, powerful wings, creating a gentle breeze, then carefully lowered the Weasel onto the edge of his large, comfortable nest on a sturdy tree branch.

Upon arriving at the nest, the Weasel discovered that the goose egg was already showing signs of cracking. Fine cracks were growing wider on its surface, and faint but increasingly frequent sounds could be heard coming from within. Wasting no time, the Weasel immediately acted as if he were a mother goose. He approached the egg with gentle and affectionate movements, making soft, gentle sounds like a mother goose calling to her young, then carefully cradled the egg in his small, warm hands.

And… creek… creeeek… creek… the sound of the egg cracking grew louder and clearer, breaking the morning silence in the forest. Finally, slowly but surely, the goose egg hatched. From inside the shell that had broken into two parts, a tiny gosling came out, its feathers still wet and fluffy, pure white like cotton. The gosling looked cute and adorable, looking around with its round, innocent eyes and confused looks.

Seeing the touching sight, the Weasel initially felt overjoyed. He had witnessed the miraculous moment when a new life emerged from the egg, just as he had hoped. However, his expression suddenly turned gloomy and sad. There was a strange feeling that was deeper in his heart than before. It turned out that after seeing the gosling so small, weak, and helpless, the Weasel really couldn't bear to continue the evil intentions that had been in his mind from the beginning. He actually felt concerned and sorry for the tiny creature that had just begun its life. The gosling too, without knowing anything about the Weasel's evil plan, had already considered the Weasel as the first person he had seen, as his biological mother. He meleeed the Weasel with an innocent and hopeful gaze, making soft sounds as if seeking protection and warmth from the first thing he had seen. The Weasel's old, hard heart suddenly softened, filled with an unexpected feeling of pity and compassion. His evil plan to eat the gosling that had been in his mind since the beginning was now completely shattered, replaced by a feeling of responsibility and protection for the little creature that had now trusted him with complete trust.

"Civet, now you hold tightly to my leg, I will take you to fly to my nest," said the Eagle hurriedly to the Weasel, looking anxious and wanting to immediately confirm the condition of the swan's egg.

“Yes… yes, just a moment, Eagle,” replied the Weasel as he approached the Eagle, who was flying low, continuously flapping his wings, as if impatient to return to the nest. “Yes, come here quickly,” replied the Eagle again, increasingly urgent.

When the Weasel was close enough to the Eagle's outstretched leg, the Eagle suddenly descended again, approaching the Weasel as it walked toward him at a slightly hurried pace. "But wait a minute, Weasel," the Eagle said in a more serious tone than before, stopping the Weasel in its tracks. "I want to ask you something very serious."

"What else do you want to ask, Eagle?" the Weasel replied, slightly annoyed and impatient. He felt like he had been waiting too long, and he was eager to see the newly hatched goslings. The Eagle's suspicions made him feel a little hampered.

“Could it be… that gosling, you’ll end up eating it, huh? And it’ll be your breakfast today?” asked the Eagle, his eyes filled with unconcealed suspicion. He stared intently at the Weasel, trying to discern the truth behind his new friend’s expression. There was a nagging doubt in his heart, considering that weasels are also predators of all kinds of birds.

The weasel was shocked by the question. “Eagle! There’s no way I could eat a baby swan!” the weasel replied defensively, though in his heart, the image of delicious roasted swan meat briefly flashed through his mind. “I just want to see it and take care of it,” the weasel replied in a stuttering voice.

Rajawali frowned, not entirely convinced by Musang's answer. "You know, Musang, I've been incubating this egg with great love. If you have any ill intentions, I won't let you near it," Rajawali said firmly, his voice full of warning.

The weasel felt pressured by the eagle's words. "No, eagle! I promise, I won't hurt the gosling. I just want to be his friend and protect him," the weasel replied sincerely, trying to reassure the eagle.

“I hope I can trust your words today and in the future, Musang,” Rajawali’s words were enough to make Musang depressed, “I warn you not to eat the baby goose,” Rajawali said again with a serious expression.

“No way, Eagle! I couldn’t possibly bear to eat that baby goose,” the Weasel quickly denied it, his voice faked conviction, though deep down, the image of tender, delicious young goose meat was already in his mind. He tried hard to hide his true intentions behind pretenses.

"Then why did you incubate the goose eggs if not so you could eventually get goose meat?" the Eagle asked again, his eyes still filled with deep suspicion. He sensed that his new friend was hiding something.

The Weasel took a deep breath, trying to form words that would touch the Eagle's heart. "I... I just want someone to take care of me in my old age, Eagle," the Weasel answered in a low, false tone. "Someone to care for me like a child cares for its parents. I'm lonely, Eagle... I have no one left." The Weasel even pretended to shed tears, wiping his eyes with his front paws so that the Eagle would look on with pity.

And sure enough, hearing the Weasel's heartbreaking words, coupled with the fake tears that covered his old face, the Eagle's gentle heart finally melted. He felt sorry for the Weasel who looked so lonely and longing for affection. "Okay, Weasel," said the Eagle in a tone of voice full of concern. "I believe you. Come on... quickly, hold my claws tightly." The Eagle continued, then he flew low right above the Weasel's head, extending his two sturdy claws.

The Weasel immediately grabbed the Eagle's claws with all his might, holding it tightly "Come on, Eagle, quickly take me up to your nest!" said the Weasel in an impatient tone, he couldn't hide his cunning joy behind a sad expression.

“Yes, all right then, hold on tight, Weasel,” the Eagle replied, though a pang of doubt lingered in his heart. He began flapping his broad, strong wings again, carrying the Weasel who was clinging tightly to his feet, then soared high towards his nest at the top of a towering tree.

In an instant, they soared into the air, leaving the ground behind them. The wind blew fiercely, and Musang felt the incredible sensation of soaring. The scenery below was breathtaking, with lush forests and lakes glistening in the morning sun.

After a while, they arrived at the Eagle's nest, nestled at the top of a large tree. The nest was made of strong branches and surrounded by dense green leaves. The Weasel jumped down carefully, her eyes immediately fixed on the goose egg that was about to crack. Pretending to be a mother goose, she acted like one and gently cradled the egg. "Come on, gosling, come out! Mother is here waiting for you," she said softly, trying to calm herself. Crackle... crackle... crackle! The crackling sounds grew louder, and finally, from within the egg shell, emerged a cute, white gosling. Its feathers were still wet, and its round eyes gazed curiously at the world. Seeing this, the Weasel was overjoyed, but then her face fell. She remembered her original evil intentions, and her heart filled with guilt. "How could I have done such a cruel thing?" she thought, feeling trapped in a difficult dilemma. Looking at the helpless gosling, who had come to regard her as his real mother, the Weasel felt concern and pity. “He's still a baby, and I can't betray him,” he muttered to himself. Finally, the weasel gave up his initial intention to eat the gosling. He decided to care for the gosling as if he cared for his own child. With great affection, the civet began to teach the gosling how to find food, recognize the sounds around it, and how to hide from danger. They spent days and nights together, sharing laughter and happiness, until it didn't feel like the years had changed. The gosling grew into a mature swan, with beautiful feathers and a sweet voice. The Weasel felt proud to see the development of the gosling that he had cared for with all his heart. However, in his heart, there was a feeling of anxiety that would not subside. He knew that one day, the gosling would leave him to look for its real parents.

"After all, swans and weasels are so different," thought the Weasel, realizing the reality he had to face. He couldn't keep the gosling by his side forever. One day, as they were playing by the pond, the Weasel looked at the gosling with affection. "You've grown big and strong. One day, you'll fly high and explore the world," he said softly.

The gosling looked up at the weasel with bright eyes. “I will always remember everything you taught me. You are my mother, and I love you,” she replied sincerely. Hearing those words, the weasel’s heart felt warm, but also filled with sadness. He knew that the time of separation was drawing near. As the days passed, the weasel felt a growing tension in his heart. He watched the gosling fly low over the pond more and more, practicing flapping its wings. “I must give it freedom,” the weasel thought, though his heart was heavy.

Finally, one quiet afternoon, when the Weasel was too old and felt that his end was near, he called to the gosling he had been caring for with such love. In a weak but sincere voice, the Weasel began to tell the gosling everything.

“My child, there is something I want to tell you,” she said, her voice trembling. “It all started when I found an egg on the edge of the pond. At that time, I was confused and didn’t know what to do. However, I asked the mother eagle to help me incubate the egg until now. And now, I feel so grateful because I have you in my life.” The gosling listened intently, her eyes glistening with tears. “Mom, I don’t want to lose you. You are everything to me,” she said in a voice full of emotion.

The weasel smiled weakly, “My child, every creature in this world has its appointed time. I have lived a meaningful life with you. Now, it’s time for me to go. Remember, I will always love you, no matter where I am.”

With those final words, the Weasel closed his eyes forever. His departure left a deep sadness in the gosling's heart. All the forest creatures who witnessed the moment were moved. They respected the Weasel who had been both a father and a mother to the gosling.

With great respect, they buried the Weasel properly. Unlike other animals that usually end up in the forest and become prey to vultures, the civet gets the respect it deserves. They dug a deep hole and placed the Weasel in it, covering it with leaves and beautiful forest flowers.

After the funeral, the gosling felt a great sense of loss. He wept almost every day for the weasel, remembering all the wonderful memories they had shared. However, not long afterward, several other forest dwellers, such as the eagle, the jungle fowl, the deer, the mouse deer, and others, came to advise him.

“Gosling, Mother Weasel has gone, but remember that she is always in your heart. She wants you to move on with your life and find happiness,” the Eagle said gently.

"Yes, you should continue your journey. Winter is coming soon, and your comrades are flying north to avoid it," Deer added in a soothing voice.

The gosling nodded, though his heart still felt heavy. He knew the Weasel wanted what was best for him. With renewed determination, he wiped away his tears and decided to move on. "Okay, I'll go find my flock," he said enthusiastically.

With steady steps, the gosling began to explore the forest, following the trail he had seen. He soared high, flapping his wings energetically. Along the way, he encountered various forest creatures who offered him encouragement and support.

After some time, the gosling finally found his flock, which was flying north. They welcomed him warmly, and he was happy to be back with them. "I've learned a lot from Mother Weasel, and I'll always remember it," he said to his flock.

With renewed vigor, the gosling flew with his flock, exploring the clear sky. He felt freedom and happiness, but deep in his heart, the Weasel was always there, a part of every step he took.

The cold and harsh winter arrived, but the gosling wasn't lonely. He knew that even though the Weasel was gone, his love and teachings would always be with him. With determination and courage, the gosling was ready to face any challenges that lay ahead, using his memories with the Weasel as a source of strength throughout his life .

Agarwood Fairy (origin of the fragrance of Agarwood)

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a peaceful and quiet village, the village was surrounded by a very dense forest. However, there was one forest location that was very sacred to the local people, namely the forest in the direction of the sunrise, for tens of thousands of years, maybe even hundreds of thousands of years, none of the villagers around or even the villagers in the country dared to go to the forest, they were very sacred to the forest, because since thousands of years ago, the forest every morning and evening blew a fragrant aroma to the villages near the village, the aroma was very fragrant even though it was only for a few moments every morning and evening. Once there was a group of people who were curious to know what the source of the fragrant aroma was. They dared to enter the sunrise forest area. But none of them returned, after that there was a very powerful person who also tried to enter the forest, but until now no one knows his fate, from the talk of the local people from year to year, if people who enter the forest and do not return, it is believed that they have been eaten by the guardian of the sunrise forest. But actually in the sunrise forest the atmosphere is almost the same as other forests, besides being inhabited by various forest animals, in the sunrise forest there are also many very large trees, the trunk width of which is more than five meters. But there is one special tree in the sunrise forest, in one very large tree, dwells a fairy who has been there for thousands of years, the fairy is very fragrant, she comes out of the tree in the morning and evening. Because through the morning sunlight the fairy gets food from nirvana, as well as in the afternoon. The fragrant aroma is smelled when the fairy comes out of the tree trunk where she lives, then her body is exposed to sunlight, by the wind the fragrance of the fairy's body is carried by the wind, to the surrounding villages near the forest. That is why the residents of the villages around the forest only smell the fragrance of the rising sun from the forest in the morning and evening.

One morning, thick fog blanketed the treetops, and the drizzle that had fallen since dawn had yet to subside. Amidst the cold, damp air, a young man walked slowly with several buffalo along a path along the edge of the sunrise forest.

The young man's name was Sagah. He had been an orphan since he was five years old. His parents had migrated and never returned. From then on, Sagah was raised by his grandparents. However, their time together was short-lived. Several years later, Sagah's grandmother passed away, followed shortly after by his grandfather. Since then, Sagah has lived alone in the village.

Sagah's days were spent tending water buffalo—some inherited from his grandfather, others belonging to neighbors who entrusted them to him. This was his routine from morning to evening, every day. That morning, Sagah braved the cold by wearing a simple robe made of leaves—similar to teak leaves—glued together with small sticks like bamboo sticks. Although simple, it was his only protection from the rain. After tethering his water buffaloes one by one in the pasture, Sagah hurried to a small hut left behind by his grandfather. The hut stood beside a large rock on the edge of a stream. Not far from there, flowing clear water that led to the main river, located quite far from where he herded.

After taking off his leaf robe outside the hut, he took some dry logs on the parapets hanging from the ceiling of his hut, after taking some logs, he took the tools he usually used to light a fire, not long after smoke began to billow from inside the Sagah hut, he began to place some cassava sticks on the edge of the fire, after making sure everything was ready to be left, he turned to look at his buffaloes.

The sound of trickling water in the creek, combined with the sound of light rain on the leaves and the thatched roofs of the huts, added to the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere of the morning. A thin mist blanketed the valley, hiding the usually majestic hilltops. The scent of wet earth and fresh leaves filled the air.

Sagah looked at his herd of animals one by one, suddenly he was shocked to find out that one of his herd of animals was not in its place or missing, in a panic he ran out of the hut, towards the place where he tied his buffalo, and indeed his buffalo was missing one. He looked around hoping that his buffalo was still around the grass, but unfortunately that hope was dashed when he counted his buffaloes again and he didn't find one more of his buffalo, with a feeling of panic, he noticed the footprints of his buffalo leaving the grass field, and the footprints led to the Sunrise Forest. Because of the panic and responsibility for the loss of one of his buffaloes, the fear of entering the Sunrise Forest which was sacred by the surrounding community slowly faded, he continued to follow the footsteps of his buffalo's brother and without realizing it he began to enter the Sunrise Forest, he continued to go inside.

He hadn't gone far into the forest when the atmosphere suddenly changed drastically. It was a stark contrast to the harsh weather outside the forest where he had left his buffalo.

It was as if another world lurked beneath the dense trees. The forest—known to locals as the Rising Sun Forest—offered a completely different view from where Sagah had previously tethered his buffalo.

Outside the forest, the sky was still gray and overcast. The light rain that had been falling since last night hadn't let up, and the cold air cut to the bone. However, as Sagah stepped into the forest, everything changed—as if he had just crossed the boundary between the real world and the other world.

Sunlight warmly illuminated every corner of the forest, filtering through the gaps in the leaves without a single drop of water falling from the sky. The air within the forest was much warmer and fresher, carrying the pleasant scent of wet earth. The sounds of nature were clear and rhythmic—the chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the gentle moans of unusual forest creatures.

Sagah walked slowly, his eyes scanning his surroundings with curiosity and caution. Several animals passed by him, but they showed no fear or alarm. A horse, a sun bear, and a wolf simply passed by him—as if Sagah were nothing more than a shadow worth noticing.

However, these animals were clearly no ordinary creatures. Their body coloration was far from ordinary. Their skin shimmered in soft shades of predominantly pearly white, interspersed with hints of pale blue, purple, and gold. And most strikingly, each of them possessed a pair of wings attached to its back.

Not feathered wings like those of birds or swans. Their wings were more like a natural extension of their own bodies—textured like skin, yet faintly glowing, gently pulsating as if alive.

Sagah stood frozen for a moment, awed and confused. His eyes widened at the strange creatures he had never seen before. Their shapes resembled animals, but they were too alien to recognize—as if they came from another world. Although they didn't appear ferocious, Sagah kept his distance. Curiosity battled with his wary instincts.

He took a deep breath, calming himself. Then, without further thought, he resumed his steps, continuing his search for his beloved buffalo. From his mouth came the distinctive calls he usually used to call the buffalo. But there was no response. All that was heard was a flock of small birds that suddenly flew away in panic, flapping their wings as if trying to escape from something unseen.

Sagah kept walking, still calling the same call, hoping his buffalo would emerge from behind the bushes or tall trees. But the Sunrise Forest seemed to have swallowed the animal whole. There was no trace. No sound.

The further he went into the forest, the more a strange yet soothing scent began to fill the air. The scent wafted into his nose, vaguely reminiscent of a newly broken morning or a slowly setting dusk.

“This scent... like the scent of morning and evening,” Sagah murmured softly, his voice almost drowned out by the rustle of the wind through the leaves. He continued walking again.

"Where did that buffalo go?" he muttered again, frustration starting to creep in. It was as if his buffalo had been swallowed whole by this sunrise forest.

After a long journey through a forest filled with countless wonders and oddities, Sagah's hope began to wane. His steps grew heavier and more unsteady, and his determination to find his buffaloes slowly faded. Physical exhaustion and confusion began to erode his resolve.

From a distance, Sagah saw a towering tree, so large and ancient, as if it had stood there for hundreds of years. Its branches spread wide and lushly in all directions, creating a wide shade. Beneath the tree, there was a stretch of grass growing lushly as tall as an adult's span, looking so dense and soft with a warm yellowish green color. Without hesitation, Sagah slowly walked towards the tree. As he got closer, Sagah felt the fragrance that was initially faint but now became stronger, creeping into his nose—a scent he couldn't describe, like a mixture of flowers, and something he had never smelled before. The deeper he inhaled, the more a strange, calm, and gentle sense of peace and happiness enveloped him.

When he finally arrived under the shade of the large tree, Sagah immediately lay down on the grass. He took a deep breath. The soft grass was like a natural wonder, and the calming scent of the tree filled his body and mind with a sense of peace.

"Hmm.. " he sighed softly as he closed his eyes. "In my entire life.. this is the first time I've felt something like this."

He was silent for a moment, letting the wind caress his face, letting the scent wash over his tired soul.

"This is the first time in my life I've felt this peaceful," Sagah whispered softly, closing his eyes to fully savor this magical moment. An idea suddenly occurred to him. "I want to stay here. I'll build a house here," he murmured again, lulled by the magic of the sunrise forest.

But suddenly he was startled and woke up, as if he remembered something. "Wow! !, . My buffalo, it seems I left them a long time ago," said Sagah suddenly waking up, realizing the fate of his buffalo that he had tied in the grass near the creek outside the forest.

He then stood up and walked away from the place, when he had only taken a few steps away from the tree, suddenly his steps stopped and he turned back to the tree, for a moment he thought while looking at the big tree trunk, "I have to take a little of that bark to put in my bedroom, so that my room smells as good as this tree" said Sagah to himself, his eyes fixed on the part of the tree that looked like a branch that had been broken for a long time, then approached the tree trunk, after the distance was very close, he took out a kind of machete that was hanging on his waist, he peeled the part of the tree that he had noticed earlier, the part that had turned black like a rotting or old branch, Sagah hurriedly peeled the bark of that part, until it was as wide as a tray, after he finished peeling the part of the bark that he wanted, he hugged the bark, then ran away leaving the tree trunk with the bottom part that had been peeled off.

Sagah continued running through the dense Sunrise Forest. His breath was labored, but his pace didn't slow. He no longer cared about the strange whispers drifting from behind the trees, or the strange lights dancing on the leaves. All he could think about was one thing: how were his water buffaloes tethered out there?

The faster he ran, the more the boundaries of the forest and the pasture where he tethered his cattle became faintly visible in the distance. A glimmer of hope burned in his chest. However, every time he slowed down, or even stopped to look left and right,

The forest scenery suddenly vanished. All that remained was the silent greenery, the lush, cool forest seemingly endless.

The Sunrise Forest seemed to play with the perception of time and space. Sagah understood that speed was the key to getting out of the forest, for a moment he was silent as if planning something, he glanced at the bark in his arms as if it was one of the encouragement to get out of the forest immediately. He took a deep breath and hugged the bark tightly then immediately ran as fast as he could, his gaze straight ahead, he kept running, the view outside the forest became clearer as he ran faster, the closer the grass outside the forest appeared, the more his enthusiasm to get out of the forest burned, and finally with a final jump he seemed to be thrown out of the sunrise forest, his body floating several meters in the air as he crossed the border between the sunrise forest and the outside world where he came from, finally his body landed on the wet, muddy grass.

Suddenly, he awoke, his breath hitching. Then his gaze swept over each of his buffaloes. Strangely, everything seemed as it had always been—as if time had stood still since he left that place to enter the Rising Sun Forest. Even the buffalo that had been missing now looked peaceful, tied to its original spot, as if it had never gone anywhere.

"This... this was when I was just about to head to the hut," Sagah muttered, confused. He frowned, trying to remember. "I thought I'd been gone for more than half a day, but...?" Sagah stopped himself.

The sky remained gray. A light drizzle continued to fall, creating a pungent, earthy scent. There was no sign of the rain letting up. Sagah stood frozen. Time seemed to circle, returning to its starting point. Then, slowly, her hands reached her stomach and chest—searching for something that shouldn't have been lost so easily.

“Where’s the bark… where’s the bark?!” he exclaimed in panic.

He turned quickly, his eyes scanning the muddy ground. And there it was—lying there behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick it up.

But there is something odd.

The bark wasn't wet at all. It was clearly stuck to wet mud and drizzling. Even stranger, a soft, faint light could be seen shimmering through the cracks, barely visible unless one looked closely. The light felt warm on his fingers.

With trembling hands, Sagah lifted it and brought it to his nose. The scent... was still the same. A sharp yet calming fragrance, unchanged in the slightest, just like when he was still in the Sunrise Forest—a place he had just passed through, or... perhaps he hadn't truly left yet?

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, as if whispering in his ear. He turned his head instinctively, but there was no one there. Just the forest, drizzling, and quiet. However, as he looked toward the trees in the distance, something caught his eye. A shadow. Thin. Almost invisible. But Sagah knew he hadn't seen it. The shadow stood at the edge of the forest, silent, as if watching him. Then slowly, the shadow faded—like mist swallowed by the morning light.

Her heart was beating fast. But strangely, it wasn't fear she felt. Instead, it was... a kind of calling. An unfinished bond.

With a piece of warm bark in his hand, Sagah walked slowly towards his wooden hut. Drizzle was still falling, soaking the leaves and blackened soil. The wind brought soft whispers from the forest.

Upon arriving at the hut, Sagah stored the bark in the safest place in the hut. Then, as usual, he returned to his routine. Not far from where he tethered his buffaloes, lay a fairly large garden. There grew a variety of plants—tubers, vegetables, and spices—that sustained his life. In that garden, Sagah spent his days in friendly silence.

Towards evening, he bathed his buffaloes one by one by the banks of a gently flowing creek. The water was clear and cool, occasionally filled with small ripples as the buffaloes' hooves churned the mud. Once finished, he herded them back into the pen, securing the bamboo fence with a knot of rattan rope.

That afternoon, something felt different.

With a few taro tubers in hand and a few fish he caught in the river, Sagah walked home. He tucked the bark neatly into his shirt. He wasn't sure why that afternoon felt strange… or special. But deep down, he knew—something had changed. Perhaps it was the bark, its faint yet soothing scent, as if whispering a secret.

Upon arriving home, Sagah headed straight to the kitchen at the back of the house. It looked dirty and messy, with several cooking utensils lying around, unwashed, and the wooden floor looked extremely dirty, with hardened dirt everywhere.

He placed the taro on a wooden table, then hung the fresh fish near the pile of firewood. Afterward, he washed his feet and hands with water from the jar and splashed it on his face.

Then he went into the room, inside the room was not much different from the situation in the kitchen.

It was a mess, with things and fabrics scattered everywhere. There, she sat for a moment on her bed, taking the bark out from under her clothes. Carefully, she tucked it under her pillow. Only then did she return to the kitchen to resume her afternoon activities: lighting the stove and preparing her dinner—as if everything was going as usual.

But it's not.

In the midst of her busy kitchen, Sagah's nose suddenly caught a familiar scent—the sweet fragrance that always enveloped the village every morning and evening. Normally, she wouldn't have thought much of it. "It's about time," she muttered to herself. But this time, the scent felt different. Stronger. Closer. As if its source were inside her own home.

Her hand stopped. She glanced around the kitchen, trying to find the source of the aroma. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Once. Twice. Three times. The knocking sounded hurried.

Quickly, Sagah stepped to the front of the house. As soon as the door opened, he found several people standing in front of it. Among them were Pak Daro—his own uncle—and Layuk, his childhood friend. Their faces looked worried, but more than that, they looked curious.

"Uncle? What's wrong? It's not usual for you to come this late at night," asked Sagah, trying to hide his anxiety.

"Yes, Sagah," replied Mr. Daro, sniffing slowly toward the inside of the house. "We came here because of that scent... it seems to be coming from your house."

"That's right, Sagah," added Layuk. "Even those of us who were passing by on the hill could smell the fragrance from there. It was very strong."

Several other people who participated just nodded in agreement.

"What did you bring back from the garden?" asked Mr. Daro, narrowing his eyes. "Since you came home, your house has suddenly become very fragrant."

Sagah swallowed, trying to remain calm. "As usual, Uncle. Just brought some taro and a few small fish."

Uncle Daro still wasn't satisfied. "Or... did you go somewhere else this afternoon?"

"I'm busy in the garden, Uncle," Sagah replied quickly. "I still have to look after the buffaloes. Including yours too, right?"

There was a moment of silence. Only the sound of crickets could be heard in the distance. Finally, Pak Daro nodded slowly.

"Okay, it's almost night. We'll go home first."

One by one they left, down the path in front of Sagah's house. Once they were out of sight, Sagah closed the door gently and breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart was still beating fast. She couldn't tell the truth. She knew that if Uncle Daro knew about the bark, he could ask for it... or even take it by force.

From the front room, Sagah walked quickly to her bedroom. She carefully pulled out the pillow.

That's right.

Colorful dots of light flickered on the piece of bark it was hiding behind. The light danced slowly, forming shadowy silhouettes. From a broken branch in the bark, a faint figure slowly emerged—like a spirit, or perhaps the shadow of a being not of this world.

The creature hovered for a moment... then simply vanished into thin air, without a sound, without a trace.

Sagah fell silent, his eyes wide with amazement. But strangely, there was no fear within him. Instead, there was a warm silence and a deep curiosity. What exactly was that bark? And what was the meaning of the figure that had just appeared before him?

The night was growing late. That night, when Sagah couldn't sleep. He just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, which was full of spider webs hanging like a thin curtain of night. Every now and then, his eyes would glance to the side of the bed, where he had placed the piece of bark—the thing he had deliberately picked up that morning in the Sunrise Forest. Ever since the strange flash of light had disappeared, his mind had been restless. The bark looked ordinary. Nothing more than a piece of tree trunk. In the middle was a blackened branch break, like an old wound. On the other side, brittle pieces of bark clung to a fresh layer, as if old and new were intertwined. Sagah slowly rose. He sat on the bed and reached for the bark, then turned it over in the dim light of the oil lamp. There was no strange light, no magical vibrations, only a thickening silence. But there was something... something he couldn't ignore.

“Hmmm… why do I feel like there’s something in this thing?” he muttered softly, as he lay back down. His hand still gripped the bark as if grasping for some unfulfilled curiosity. Soon, his eyes slowly closed. He fell into a deep sleep—too tired to continue asking. However, the night wasn’t completely peaceful. From the darkest corner of the room, a figure appeared silently. Its silhouette was faint, as if made of living mist. Not long after, the figure slowly transformed into the form of a beautiful young woman, wearing an elegant pink and ivory dress. Her body glowed in the darkness of the night, but the light wasn’t blinding. She approached, stood by the bed, and looked at Sagah’s face with an inexplicable gaze—a mixture of curiosity and caution.

The figure then seemed to fly, his body felt very light flying here and there, he went to the living room, then headed to the front room, walking along the old wooden floor that still looked sturdy, even though it looked dull and dusty. Then he went into the kitchen, touched several objects as if he wanted to fix something, then returned to the room. And before dawn revealed the darkness, the figure just disappeared—dissolved with the piercing cold and the whispers of the night that never sleeps.

That morning, Sagah woke up from her deep sleep. As usual, she rubbed her eyes with a face still heavy with sleep, The fragrant smell like yesterday afternoon returned this morning, the whole house felt very fragrant, Sagah sat on the edge of her bed with her eyes half closed, then after that she walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast before going to the buffalo pen and her field. While walking to the kitchen she tried to find the source of the fragrant aroma, However, once her consciousness fully recovered, she was stunned. There was something different. The kitchen that was usually messy and full of leftovers from the previous day's activities, now looked very clean and shiny. The floor that was usually dirty was now shiny, the kitchen utensils were neatly arranged as if they had never been used before, truly like they were new.

With hurried steps and a nervous breath, Sagah walked into the front room. Once again, an unusual sight greeted her. The entire room was perfectly organized. Items that were usually scattered around were now neatly arranged in their places. There was no dust, no clutter—just a calm and order that was foreign to the house. Several old, worn tables in the room now looked as if they had been freshly varnished. Even the curtains, which had been untouched for years, now looked clean and fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

Sagah stood frozen, confused and amazed. Who could have done all this in one night?

With a mixture of fear and curiosity filling her heart, she entered her room. And the wonders continued. Her room was not only clean, but it looked like a royal bed: immaculate, fragrant, and covered with thick, soft linen, far from ordinary.

He sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes stared at the clean ceiling, without a single strand of cobweb hanging from it. Silence reigned in the room. Slowly, he turned his gaze around the room, his eyes blank, trying to comprehend what was happening. In the hanging silence, his lips trembled as he muttered softly,
"Is this the work of my parents' spirits...? Or perhaps the work of my grandparents' spirits?"

A small smile appeared on his face, a smile full of emotion and longing that had been suppressed for a long time.

"They're still looking after me, it seems," he said softly. His previously gloomy face now seemed radiant. There was a warm light in his eyes—a light that hadn't appeared since the departure of his loved ones. With renewed vigor, Sagah prepared to herd the buffalo and cultivate the fields. He gathered his equipment and stepped out of the house. A smile graced his face, a strange yet beautiful smile—not forced, but one that came from deep within. His steps felt light, full of enthusiasm, so different from usual.

Several people passing by on the street stared at him with surprised looks. One of them, Petu, greeted him with a frown.

“Hey, Sagah! Yesterday afternoon and this morning… something was strange about your house, wasn’t there?” he asked suspiciously.

Sagah raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “What’s wrong with my house?”

Petu quickly replied, “It smells wonderful. From yesterday afternoon until this morning, I could smell the fragrance coming from your house. It’s still there now.”

Off guard, another resident chimed in, "Yes, Sagah. I can smell it too. The scent is coming from your house." Sagah chuckled. "Maybe the wind direction has changed, so it seems like the scent is coming from my house," he said with a smile.

"Never mind... I'll go to the buffalo pen first, okay?" he continued, still smiling cheerfully. He walked away, leaving Petu and Lengah standing still, wondering silently. The scent was real. And for some reason, it made anyone who smelled it feel at peace.

“How strange,” Petu muttered, his eyes following Sagah’s cheerful figure as she walked down the hill toward her buffalo pen. “What’s wrong with her this morning?” he asked, turning to Lengah, who was standing beside him. “Maybe her buffalo is about to give birth to decennials,” Lengah replied with a light laugh. Petu shared a small smile, but his expression quickly turned serious. “But… yes, there’s something different about Sagah today. Usually, every morning she always has a gloomy face. She walks slowly, as if she has no enthusiasm for life.”

Lengah fell silent. They both watched Sagah's back as it slowly disappeared around the bend in the small road. "Since her grandparents died, she hasn't smiled anymore. Her face is always sad... like she's carrying a heavy burden she can't shake," Petu continued softly, as if speaking to the morning breeze that gently blew around them.

“It would be great if he could smile again, like before… when his Grandpa and Grandma were still around,” Lengah said as she walked with Petu towards the fields.

Meanwhile, Sagah continued walking toward his buffalo pen. From a distance, he spotted a figure who appeared to be waiting for him. The closer he got, the clearer the face became. As Sagah recognized the person, his smile widened. He immediately quickened his pace.

“Uncle Daro! You’ve been here all this time?” Sagah greeted cheerfully as he arrived before his uncle.

"I just got here too, Sagah. But it's unusual for you to come to the barn so late," Uncle Daro replied, patting his nephew on the shoulder.

"Yes, Uncle. I was really tired yesterday. It rained heavily all day, and one of your buffalo got loose. I searched for it for a long time... but I finally found it," Sagah explained as he began to open the barn door. "After that, I went straight back to the fields, afraid I'd neglected my work."

Uncle Daro nodded, but his eyes held deep concern. “But you’re okay, right, Sagah?”

"Yes, Uncle. As you can see, I'm fine," Sagah replied with a smile. His hands worked tirelessly, unfastening each of the wooden bars covering the cage.

“Okay then,” Uncle Daro finally said, somewhat relieved. “If anything happens, please come to my house immediately, okay?”

Sagah nodded as he continued working. “How are the buffaloes, Uncle? Are they all healthy?”

“Just look at them for yourself,” said Sagah, pointing into the cage. “They’re all healthy and fat.”

Uncle Daro smiled with satisfaction at the condition of the animals. "Thank goodness. Okay, Uncle, let's get back to work, okay?" he said as he walked away.

Sagah stood silently, watching his uncle leave. He continued to stare until Uncle Daro's figure disappeared behind the weeds and wild trees on the hills.

As usual, Sagah patiently resumed his work. One by one, he let the buffaloes out of their pens and led them to the expanse of green grass where they usually grazed.

After all the buffalo were busy grazing, Sagah slowly walked back to his wooden hut. He stood there, watching the animals, letting his thoughts wander. Memories of the strange events that had occurred since yesterday and this morning flooded his mind.

He was still confused, unable to piece together the series of events that had come one after another. Everything felt strange—the buffalo he had thought was lost, the unexpected journey into the Rising Sun forest, and the strange bark he had brought home. The bark emitted a sharp, mournful aroma, wafting from inside his house.

Not only that. Last night, he saw strange specks of light glowing around the house. And this morning, when he woke up, his house had changed drastically. Clean. Tidy. As if an invisible hand had tidied everything up. The sweet scent of the bark still hung in the air, adding a magical touch to the morning atmosphere.

However, life goes on.

As usual, Sagah returned to his routine—a job that never bored or tired him. He carried it all out with diligence and attention. Perhaps that's why Uncle Daro entrusted Sagah with herding some of his buffalo.

The weather today is sunny. The sky was clean without clouds, even though the wind that was blowing still felt cool and cool on the skin. With the weather this sunny, Sagah was able to finish work in the fields faster than usual, and return home before the sun slipped to the west.

That afternoon, as the sun began to set in the west, Sagah had just finished herding his buffaloes back to the pen. With a cheerful heart and a tired body, he walked home. However, when he arrived at the yard, he stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened in astonishment. The yard, which was usually filled with weeds and scattered branches, now looked completely transformed—neat, clean, even looking like a lovingly tended garden. There was not a single weed, not a trace of dried leaves or broken twigs. Sagah stood there, frozen, his heart filled with a huge question mark.

“Is this the work of my grandparents’ spirits again?” he whispered to himself, half afraid, half confused.

She didn't even dare step into her own yard. Her eyes scanned every corner of the now unfamiliar yet beautiful courtyard. It turned out she wasn't alone. Several of her neighbors were also standing near the fence, watching Sagah's yard with curious gazes.

“Sagah, when did you do all this?” exclaimed Todi, one of his peers who was standing at the front.

Sagah took a breath, then replied in a steady voice, “It was early this morning, before the sun rose. I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d clean the yard.”

But from the looks on their faces, it was clear that the reply was not immediately convincing.

“Alone? There’s no way you could have done all this alone. Who helped you?” Nono asked suspiciously, pointing to the now-perfect lawn.

"Yes, No... this morning three of my family members from the neighboring village stopped by. They helped out for a moment, but then they went back," Sagah replied. This time, his tone sounded a little nervous.

“Oh, I see...” Todi muttered, still looking doubtful.

Without waiting any longer, Sagah hurriedly excused herself, “Yes, I’m going in now. .. there’s still a lot to do inside.” She quickly walked into the house, leaving her neighbors still standing in the yard, looking at each other, with questions lingering in their minds.

With a racing mind, Sagah hurriedly opened the kitchen door and stepped inside. He remained standing, leaning against the wooden pillar near the fireplace. "Who did all this? Who? . . . Who?" he muttered, his voice a jumbled mess, as if his mind couldn't yet piece together the logic of what he had just seen.

Her gaze then fell on the dining table. There, a wide, bright blue cloth stretched out, with delicate white lace trimming the edges, covering the entire table. The cloth seemed to be hiding something. Slowly, Sagah approached. She didn't immediately pull the cloth away. Instead, she circled the table once, as if trying to assess the situation from all angles. Then, she stopped, standing still on the left side of the table.

"What's this? It seems... there's a cooking aroma coming from under this cloth," he muttered, scratching his chin, which wasn't itchy. The aroma was getting more and more tempting, making his long-empty stomach rebel loudly.

Finally, with slow movements and full of curiosity, Sagah lifted the covering cloth. And again, he was surprised.

"Who else is this?!" he screamed, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Aaaaachrrrrggg!!" he screamed in frustration, a mix of anger, confusion, and... hunger.

He felt like he was being toyed with. However, beneath the annoyance, the hunger gripping his stomach was more urgent and needed to be addressed. "Hey! Whoever you are, or whoever you are who did this... thank you! I'm hungry!!" he exclaimed loudly, as if speaking to the air. Without thinking, Sagah began to eat each dish on the table. All of the dishes were familiar to him—typical dishes usually served at big village feasts. Special foods that he rarely enjoyed in his daily life.

He ate with gusto, like someone who had just returned from a long journey without food. It had been a long time since he had touched such exquisite food.

After her stomach was full and her curiosity had subsided somewhat, Sagah walked to her bedroom. She flopped onto the bed, resting her full back against the worn mat. Sleepiness came like a wave, irresistible. Before long, her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep, sinking into a deep, peaceful sleep.

As usual, while in his small hut watching over his buffalo, Sagah enjoyed the serenity of nature around him. From the direction of the creek, a beautiful woman appeared, seemingly familiar to him. In her arms, she carried several freshly washed taro tubers. Drops of water still dripped from the tubers' skins, falling onto her clean, white feet.

Seeing the woman struggling to carry all the taro, Sagah immediately got up and rushed over to her. He took some of the load off her shoulders with a quick but gentle movement.

"Gaharau, why didn't you just call me earlier?" said Sagah in a worried tone, while taking some taro from Gaharau's embrace.

Gaharau smiled, warm and reassuring. "It's okay, I can carry it all the way to the hut myself," he said, though he eventually let Sagah take the entire yam from his arms.

They then walked side by side along the small, slightly uphill path to the cottage on the small hill. Dusk began to fall, creating a warm silence between them.

Arriving at the hut, Sagah went straight to the clay stove where the water in the pot was almost boiling. Carefully, he put the taro one by one into the pot, then adjusted the position of the firewood underneath. He blew the flame slowly using a long bamboo stick that resembled a bamboo flute, making the smoke rise thinly into the air.

Gaharau, who had been watching her with a loving smile, slowly approached. He hugged Sagah from behind, warm and reassuring. In that silence, the two of them looked so happy, as if the world belonged only to them.

"Sagah," Gaharau said softly, his voice soft but full of meaning, "will you take care of me... until we grow old?"

Hearing that, Sagah was silent for a moment. Then, he stood up straight, pulling Gaharau's hand to stand with him. His eyes stared deeply at the woman he loved.

"Never mind getting old," he said quietly, but with conviction. "Even when I die, I will still take care of you."

He then hugged Gaharau tightly, burying his face in her fragrant hair, soothing like the scent of earth after the first rain. In that embrace, it was as if time stood still for a moment.

However, a small splash of boiling water in the pot brought Sagah back to her senses. She quickly released his embrace and pulled out some wood from the stove to reduce the heat, preventing the water from overflowing and wetting the stove.

While waiting for the taro to cook, the two of them sat relaxing in front of the hut, watching the cattle graze peacefully. Gaharau leaned her head affectionately on Sagah's shoulder. The breeze played with her long hair, occasionally obscuring part of her beautiful face. Sagah's heart beat fast, filled with an overflow of love and happiness he had never felt from a woman. All this time, not a single village girl had bothered to even glance at him. Gently and lovingly, Sagah stroked Gaharau's hair, as if time had stopped and she didn't want to leave this beautiful moment.

Faintly, from a distance, Sagah's ears caught the sound of a rooster crowing. As time went on, the sound got closer and closer, until it felt very disturbing. Sagah jolted awake, intending to chase away the rooster that was crowing right near his ear. However, as soon as his eyes opened, he found himself surrounded by the pitch black darkness of the night. Sagah took a deep breath. It turns out, that happiness was just a dream. Even so, the remnants of that flowery feeling still felt real. He smiled bitterly to himself. "Gaharau?" he whispered softly. "Who is Gaharau, and where is he?" he continued, full of questions.

He headed to the kitchen, taking a sip of water to quench his parched throat. Then, his steps focused on the kitchen door, reaching for a machete hanging nearby. With machete in hand, Sagah stepped out, heading to his yard. He trimmed some tree branches that were overhanging the yard. Diligently, he tidied up the trees growing around his house, combing through every branch and twig that looked out of place. Without realizing it, dawn began to break, coloring the sky with shades of orange and yellow. Life in the village slowly returned to life. Nono, Todi, and several of Sagah's neighbors passed by his house, greeting them with pleasantries. "Sagah... you're so diligent, no wonder your yard looks like a flower garden," Nono said as he passed. "Yeah, No, to make it look even more beautiful," Sagah replied with a faint smile. "Are you getting married, Sagah?" Todi chimed in, his tone full of teasing. However, this time Sagah chose not to respond. He just watched the backs of his two neighbors as they moved further away down the road in front of his house.

When finished, Sagah collected the twigs and leaves he had pruned, then threw them into the valley which was not too steep behind his house.

The days passed so quickly. It had been nine days since Sagah brought home a strange piece of bark from the forest. From then on, strange things began to fill his life. Every time he returned from the fields, there was always a warm meal neatly served on the dining table. His house was always clean, fragrant, and orderly, as if invisible hands had worked flawlessly.

Never once was anyone seen coming to help, but the miracle kept repeating itself, day after day.

One morning, as Sagah had just left for his buffalo pen, several neighbors, driven by curiosity, sneaked into his house. They were suspicious, feeling that Sagah was hiding something. Furthermore, ever since the distinctive aroma of the Rising Sun Forest began to waft from his house, the strangeness became even more apparent. Every afternoon, sounds of activity could be heard coming from the kitchen—footsteps, the clatter of cooking utensils—but no one was ever seen.

When they entered, the house was... too neat, too clean, too fragrant. But most surprising of all: they couldn't touch anything. Every object was like a shadow—real, but empty. Like touching air.

Rumors spread. Stories about the oddities in Sagah's house became the talk of the town.

Some residents finally gathered the courage to ask him directly. But Sagah simply smiled and said it was all just the result of his hard work. But deep down, he knew: something was amiss. There was a presence unseen, yet real.

The question that bothered him the most was one: Who is Gaharau? The figure of a woman who appeared in his dreams almost every night, was so real, so familiar... like a lover he had known for a long time, even if only in dreamland.

On the ninth day, Sagah returned home earlier than usual. There was a restlessness he couldn't contain. A determination was growing quietly in his heart.

With hurried steps, he entered the yard and headed straight for the kitchen. He was stunned.

The food was already served on the table. It hadn't even been covered with the cloth as usual. What made her heart race was that all the dishes were still piping hot, with thin wisps of steam dancing in the air, as if they had just been cooked.

He stared out the window. The twilight slowly crept down over the horizon. His gaze hardened.

It is time.

The next morning, even before the sun had fully risen, Sagah was already in the barn. He led his buffaloes out to the pasture, then waited in the small hut. He waited for midday, when the strange activity at his house usually began—according to neighbors.

Towards noon, Sagah approached his house again. He hid behind a bush, paying attention to every corner of the house.

At first, nothing happened. The house seemed quiet. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen, as people had said.

He almost gave up. “I’d better get back to the fields,” he muttered under his breath.

But after walking a few meters, he stopped. His instincts screamed. He peeked again. . . and sure enough, he saw a woman walking from the bedroom toward the kitchen. Soon, sounds began to be heard: the clatter of utensils, the rustling of footsteps. It was just as everyone had described.

Sagah froze. His heart was beating fast. His hands were cold. He's afraid. Afraid of making a wrong move, afraid of regretting it for the rest of your life if this is just a dream.

But that face. .. Gaharau's face.

“Could it be… that’s him?” he whispered, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He took a deep breath, then slowly crept out into the yard. When he reached the kitchen door, he steeled himself—and kicked it open.

Inside, stood a woman. Her face was exactly like the one in his dream.

“Gaharau? !” he exclaimed in near disbelief.

The woman turned her head and smiled gently, as if she had been waiting for him for a long time. "Why have you just come?" he asked, while still busy in the kitchen.

“So... you really are Gaharau?” asked Sagah, shaking.

“Yes, I am Gaharau,” he replied while looking deeply at Sagah.

Sagah still stood stiff. “Your face... I'm afraid this is just another dream,” he said in a trembling voice.

Gaharau approached, holding Sagah's hand gently. “Does this feel like a dream?” he whispered.

Sagah didn't reply. His hands were shaking violently.

"You're not dreaming, Sagah. This is real. I've been waiting," said Gaharau calmly.

“Waiting?” Sagah repeated, confused.

“Yes. Since the first day those dreams came to you.”

He poured water into a clay cup and handed it to Sagah. He sat down and said, “I’ll tell you everything. But promise me… this is just for you. If you break it—”

“What will happen if I break the rules?”

“You will return to your old life. The eleventh day will be the beginning and the end. You will never see me again, ever.”

"How come? "

“Because I have chosen you. You are the best. You are my soulmate.”

Sagah took a deep breath. “Whatever you tell me today, I will guard it like my own life.”

Hearing that, Gaharau smiled and gripped Sagah's hand tighter. "I trust you. But don't disappoint me... Don't make a fatal mistake."

“I promise,” Sagah replied softly, his eyes starting to get wet.

At the dinner table, Gaharau started telling stories.

He had been watching Sagah for a long time, since his youth in the fields. As Sagah grew into a mature and honest man, Gaharau knew—he was the one he had been waiting for.

He was the one who caused the buffalo to get lost, so that Sagah entered the Sunrise Forest. He was the one who whispered the instructions to take the bark—where Gaharau had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

She is a forest guardian fairy. She protects the forest from greedy people who want to cut down the fragrant trees. Those who violate her will be cursed. And the curse cannot be undone, even by her.

“Why did you choose me?” asked Sagah.

“Because you’re the only one who entered the forest without ambition. Even when I sent strange animals to attract your attention, you didn’t bother them.”

“Hey.. those animals, you sent them?” asked Sagah, wide-eyed.

“Yes, that’s all me,” Gaharau replied, smiling softly.

Sagah stood up and took a deep breath, walking towards the door as if looking for fresh air. In front of the door, he took another deep breath, then after that he turned to Gaharau who was still sitting near the dining table, as if waiting for the final sentence from Sagah, “Gaharau, how about we get married?” Sagah asked firmly, “Yes, I want to, but you have to remember, never tell anyone about my origins,” Gaharau said, looking at Sagah with full hope, “I won’t, Gaharau, even until I die, I won’t tell anyone about your origins,” Sagah promised again.

Finally, Sagah contacted the village head and asked for Gaharau's hand in marriage. She explained that Gaharau was the child of a distant relative from a neighboring village, whom she had been betrothed to when she was a child. Gaharau, like her, lived alone, without parents, siblings, or grandparents.

And finally the wedding day of Gaharau and Sagah arrived, they married quite simply, only attended by neighbors and a few people, after marriage they lived like a normal married couple, every morning they both went out to the fields and returned in the afternoon.

“Sagah, I am a fairy I cannot give you children, do you mind?” said Gaharau approaching Sagah when they had just finished dinner,

"I know you're a fairy, and I don't mind if we don't have children, and I won't look for another woman just to have children," Sagah replied, tightly gripping his wife's hands. Hearing Saga's words, Gaharau became even happier, reassuring himself that he had chosen the right person for his life partner.

However, out there, many people were jealous of Sagah, because his wife's beauty was much more beautiful than the village flowers in the village. This was the first time that the old and young men had seen a woman as beautiful as Gaharau. Her skin was pure white, her hair was long and black, making all the men in the village want to have a wife like Gaharau.

Gaharau and Sagah live day after day full of love and happiness, not once are they heard making a fuss or fighting. Until one night when they were just about to sleep, from the front they heard the sound of someone knocking on the door of their house, "Sagah! .. Sagah, are you asleep! !" the person's voice knocked on the door of Sagah's house. "Who is that?" asked Gaharau, surprised, because it was unusual for someone to come knocking on their door at night like this, "You wait here for a moment, I'll come to them," said Sagah, then rushed out, leaving Gaharau alone in the room.

Sagah walked to the front room, then opened the door, “eeh Sagah Sorry to disturb you at night” said Todi casually, “yeah what is it Di' why are you guys coming so late” replied Sagah with an unhappy tone of voice, “we wanted to let you know, in two days we have a harvest party, a harvest party” continued Nono, “yeah you have to come Sagah, because how many times have you never come to the harvest party” said Todi persuading Sagah, “I will try my best, my wife and I will come” replied Sagah, “yeah you have to, come, we will pick you up later” said Todi, “yeah. .. yes okay” replied Sagah again. Hearing Sagah's reply they were very happy, as if their purpose there was only to wait for a reply that Sagah and his wife were available to come to the harvest party. They then excused themselves from Sagah's house, “Sagah went back in to meet his wife, “what's wrong, why are we chatting for so long? " asked Gaharau, "ooh they invited us to the harvest party in two days" Sagah replied looking at his wife's face, "do we have to come?" asked Gaharau, "yeah let's just come, I've been to harvest parties many times and never come" replied Sagah smiling, "okay let's just come" Gaharau replied, and after that there was no more conversation, until they fell asleep at night.

And finally the awaited day arrived, in the morning Sagah prepared their offerings to the Harvest Festival, Gaharau cooked several types of food, while Todi, Nono and several other people had come several times to remind Sagah not to be late, "why do they have to come several times to remind us?" asked Gaharau, suspicious of Todi and his friends, "let's think well, maybe they really hope we come, because since my grandfather and grandmother left, I never joined them again" replied Sagah trying to think well. In the afternoon, the person came again, and luckily Sagah and Gaharau were ready. "Come on! . . Sagah it's time, let's go" Nono exclaimed when he came to Sagah's house and saw Sagah and Gaharau ready. Their eyes were all very captivated by Gaharau's beauty that afternoon. The feeling of envy towards Sagah grew, because how could a child who was less sociable and withdrawn like Sagah, get a wife as beautiful as an angel like Gaharu, there was a pause their gazes were all focused on Gaharau, Sagah quickly stood in front of his wife, “hey. . hey. why are you looking at my wife like that! ” exclaimed Sagah, “your wife is very beautiful Sagah, does she still have a younger sibling or older sibling?” asked one of them, “they are gone, my wife is an only child like me, and alone like me too” replied Sagah sounding annoyed. Seeing the behavior of those people, Gaharau immediately covered his head with a shawl, so that his face was only faintly visible. “Come on. .come on let’s go now” Sagah continued, “Sagah, you and your wife just walk in front, you guard from behind” Nono said, “oh no, you guys just walk in front, let my wife and I walk behind following you” Sagah said, hearing Sagah’s reply just now, they looked at each other as if they were discussing in silence, “Okay then, we walk in front, you two follow from behind” Todi said, and immediately walked. They walked side by side to the open field where the harvest festival was often held. When they arrived there, the atmosphere was already quite lively, each person brought their belongings to the front, for a moment to be distributed again to the others. Not long after the harvest festival had begun, they played traditional musical instruments both wind and percussion like drums and others. They began to distribute the food they had collected in front, some began to dance to the music, some were already seen very drunk. Nono and Todi and several other people came to bring Sagah their village's special drink, they then drank it together, Sagah did not know that they had an evil plan behind all their kindness. That night Sagah drank very much, because for how many years Sagah never came to the harvest party, even after several years of marriage, this was the first time she came to the harvest party. Sagah began to lose control, her speech began to become slurred, seeing that Gaharau immediately carried her and took her home, "Sagah, you've drunk too much, let's just go home" said Gaharau who was starting to worry about her husband's condition, "Don't worry dear, I'm fine, we'll be home soon" replied Sagah who was already looking unsteady, "Yes Gaharau, you go home later, we'll take you again, we'll carry Sagah back to your house" said Nono who apparently hadn't drunk a single sip of the drink, they deliberately made Sagah very drunk. “Come on. . sagah let’s go to the fountain to wash your face so that your drunkenness will subside,” Todi invited then carried Sagah, followed by Gaharau from behind but was intercepted by Todi, “gaharau you just wait here” said Todi blocking Gaharau. Finally they took Sagah away in a drunken state, after seeing Gaharau’s distance was quite far from them. Finally they carried out their evil plan, Todi, Nono and several other people who were jealous of Sagah’s wife’s beauty, dug up all of Gaharau’s secrets, and in a drunken state, Sagah revealed all the secrets about his wife who turned out to be a fairy from a fragrant tree, in the Sunrise forest, he said that gaharau was a fairy figure. that’s why they couldn’t have children, even though they had been married for a long time, they had been married for five harvests (5 years) but they didn’t have children, because his wife was a fairy. When all that was said by Sagah, suddenly a very bright flash of lightning came from the sky and then followed by a very loud booming sound. Gaharau knew that what he had been worried about had happened, he rushed to where Sagah and his friends were, With tears on his face, Gaharau came to Sagah, he didn't say anything, he scratched while shaking his head, "Gaharau. .. I'm sorry!" Sagah exclaimed, reaching towards Gaharau's feet, but Gaharau didn't want to be touched by Sagah, he tried to avoid Sagah, "Gaharau, my dear wife. . I'm sorry, I will not repeat all this" Sagah coaxed again while crawling trying to reach Gaharau's feet, he didn't care about the dozens of people around him who were watching him, Meanwhile Gaharau's body began to emit dots of light, and Sagah knew what it was a sign of, he screamed struggling, "Gaharau. .. don't Gaharau. .. don't leave me", Sagah's voice struggled and begged. But Gaharau didn't care anymore. The light dots increasingly swarmed around his body, many approached to get Gaharau but they were all thrown very far when they tried to approach Gaharau. After the light dots had formed a circle and covered almost Gaharau's body, Wings faintly emerged from Gaharau's back, after the wings were completely out of his back. .. the light grew brighter, illuminating the open field where the party was held. . after the light grew brighter. . suddenly Gaharau disappeared with the light, and suddenly the atmosphere became silent, Sagah shouted calling his wife, .. "gaharau! !! !! , forgive me, don't leave me alone again Gaharau" Sagah's voice struggled until it was short of breath, . He then took the horse that was tied to a tree on the edge of the field, he immediately took it and immediately directed the horse towards his house, it seemed like his drunkenness immediately disappeared knowing his wife had disappeared, he rode the horse very fast, until finally he arrived home, when he arrived in front of his house, everything was back to normal, the yard was dirty and messy, like an unkempt house, he immediately went into his room looking for the Gaharau bark, but the bark was gone, the condition inside his house was also messy and shabby like when he had not brought the bark to his house, . He cried again and called his wife, he then went to the yard of his house which had returned to being shabby and dirty as before. There he called out to his wife again, but only emptiness was what he got, Gaharau was no longer there, he had disappeared who knows where.

Not long after, many people flocked to his house trying to calm Sagah who was almost crazy after being left by Gaharau. The village elders tried to advise him, but it was ineffective. Finally, the greatest shaman in the village gave him a potion which finally made him unconscious, until morning came.

The next morning, when he woke up, he immediately called his wife's name, "Gaharau. . where is my wife, last night I was just dreaming right? " he said looking around his bed, but no one was there, he went back to look for the piece of bark but it was gone, . He then stood up, staggered out of the house, he walked towards the Sunrise forest, after half a day of staggering walking he finally arrived at the Sunrise Forest. However, the atmosphere in the Sunrise forest was no longer like when he first entered. with his hoarse voice he called out to his wife, finally he arrived at the big tree where he took the bark, but the tree seemed to have lost its magic, or the tree no longer had any magic, now the tree was no more than an ordinary tree, Sagah hit the tree trunk while calling out to his wife, However, Gaharau had disappeared who knows where, the tree was still fragrant, but it was no longer as fragrant as before, the fragrance was only around the tree.

Since then, many villagers in the village came to the tree and peeled its bark and then took it home, even though the tree still gave off a very small fragrance, the enthusiasm of the residents was very great to come to the Gaharau tree, some even stabbed the tree trunk with hot iron hoping that the Gaharau Spring would come out, to the point that the tree trunk had dozens or even hundreds of hot iron stab marks.

From that moment on, the tree was named the Fragrant Agarwood Tree.

Due to extreme heartache, Sagah committed suicide by hanging his body from the trunk of a Gaharau tree.

 

Note: Don't promise just to get what you want, but promise with a sense of responsibility and full commitment to the promises you have made.

 

Rainbow Castle (And the mystery of the White and Black Rainbow that once existed).

 

Once upon a time, in Fairyland, specifically in the Rainbow Palace, there was a commotion. This commotion was nothing new; in fact, it had been going on for quite some time. Among the beautiful rainbow colors, there were two unusual ones: the Black Rainbow and the White Rainbow. The Black Rainbow was at the bottom of the rainbow, while the White Rainbow was at the top.

Each color of the rainbow represents a rainbow fairy, reflecting the colors of the fairies. From Red, Yellow, Green, Orange, Blue, and so on, each color has a fairy who guards and cares for the beauty of the rainbow. Black Rainbow, at the bottom of the rainbow, felt neglected by the bright rainbow fairies. Every time she saw the bright rainbow fairies crossing above her, forming a beautiful arc, like the Red, Yellow, and Green rainbow fairies shining beautifully, her heart was filled with sadness and jealousy. She always felt that she was the least important rainbow fairy among the rainbows.

“Why do I always have to be at the bottom?” Black Rainbow complained to herself. “I want to be in the middle, so I can stand out like the other colors of the rainbow. I want to be noticed too!” With strong determination, Black Rainbow began to ask the rainbow fairies to change her position. “Please, give me a position in the middle! I want to show that I too have beauty,” she pleaded hopefully. However, her request was not accepted by all the rainbow fairies. They felt that Black Rainbow’s presence only brought darkness and sadness.

Only the White Fairy understood the Black Rainbow's feelings. She, too, felt isolated, despite her position at the very top. "I'm always covered by white clouds," the White Fairy lamented. "Even though I'm at the top, I feel insignificant. My white color is often considered ordinary and unattractive. I want to show that I too possess beauty and power," she said, emphasizing each word.

When the long dry season arrives, when rain never falls throughout the season, the rainbow fairies are busy collecting water droplets according to their respective colors. They prepare for the arrival of the rainy season, working hard to create the water droplets that will revive the earth.

As each fairy was diligently working, the White Fairy approached the Black Rainbow Fairy and said gently, “We both feel the same way. Let’s unite and work together. If we all stand up for our rights, perhaps we can change our position with the other rainbow fairies,” the White Fairy said, persuading the Black Fairy to cooperate with her.

Black Rainbow felt encouraged and influenced by the White Fairy's words. "You're right. We must work together to demand this change. If we unite, perhaps we can show them that we too possess unique beauty, if we are brought closer and placed among them," she replied with renewed vigor.

With determination, the Black and White Rainbow Fairies began to plan their plan. They approached the other colored rainbow fairies one by one, begging them to move over and give the Black and White Rainbow Fairies their center positions. However, the other colored rainbow fairies refused. Unable to accept their refusal, the Black and White Rainbow Fairies became enraged and began to ruin all the other colored rainbow fairies' preparations. All the colored water droplets were destroyed by the Black and White Fairies.

As chaos spread, the once-bright sky became chaotic. The perfectly prepared and arranged colors began to fade, while gray clouds rolled in, obscuring the sunlight. The other rainbow fairies panicked, trying to save their remaining colors, but the Black and White Rainbow Fairies had already wreaked havoc and ruined everything.

As the atmosphere grows increasingly tense, the two rainbow fairies realize that their actions have not only destroyed the beauty, but also threatened their very existence. In the chaos, the Black and White Rainbow Fairies begin to feel the impact of their actions. Will they continue down this path of emptiness, or will they find a way to right their wrongs and create a new beauty together?

However, amidst the commotion, a wise old fairy named the Twilight Fairy appeared. In a gentle but firm voice, she spoke to them, “Hey, my children, what are you doing? Why have you chosen the path of chaos to attain your desired position?”

The Black Rainbow Fairy defended herself, “But this is all unfair to us, Your Majesty.” Meanwhile, the White Rainbow Fairy added, “Yes, Your Majesty. Why are we being placed in such a disadvantageous position?”

Hearing the two fairies' defense, the Twilight Fairy simply smiled as she watched them. "You don't know, many people once coveted your position," she replied. "Because the other rainbow fairies were jealous of you," the Twilight Fairy continued.

The two fairies looked confused by their new discovery. “Why is that, Your Majesty?” asked the Black Rainbow Fairy curiously. “Because throughout the dry season, you two—the Black Rainbow Fairy and the White Rainbow Fairy—didn’t have to work hard to form or create your rainbow-colored water droplets. You were helped by the white and black clouds in creating those water droplets,” explained the Twilight Fairy wisely.

However, these two stubborn fairies still defied the Twilight Fairy's words. "But, Your Majesty, didn't they also have the help of the Aurora Fairy, so they could collect the colored water droplets from the tip of the Aurora Fairy's light?" asked the White Rainbow Fairy, as if she knew better.

"From your perspective, you're wrong, White Rainbow Fairy. They are the ones who help the Aurora Fairy radiate her sparkling light from the northern and southern hemispheres, through the ice crystals they create," the Twilight Fairy explained firmly.

The two fairies remained silent as they listened to the Twilight Fairy's explanation. "Because you have made a grave mistake, you must be punished," the Twilight Fairy continued with a sharp gaze.

“But Your Majesty, we only want justice!” replied the Black Rainbow Fairy in a pleading voice.

"Justice is fought for through truth, not by fighting against it to create justice that suits ambition and emotion," replied the Twilight Fairy. "And to bring true beauty, justice is not born from coercion, but from balance and harmony."

The Black Rainbow Fairy looked at the Twilight Fairy with teary eyes. “But we’re tired of being pushed aside! We want to be recognized as part of this beauty too!” she exclaimed.

The Twilight Fairy smiled gently. “I understand how you feel. But look what happens when you choose destruction over discussion and cooperation. The rainbow we love is now almost completely gone. Is this what you wanted?”

The White Fairy and the Black Fairy looked at each other. For the first time, they realized the consequences of their actions. The once-bright rainbow had now turned into a dull, gray haze. No more colors shone, no more beauty radiated from the sky.

Slowly, guilt began to creep into their hearts. They didn't want the rainbow to disappear forever, but they also didn't want to return to their position of constant neglect. They began to wonder if there was another way to gain recognition without having to cause all this chaos?

The Twilight Fairy observed their expressions and smiled slightly. “If you truly want to make a change, whether small or large, don’t start with chaos or destruction. Let’s first create togetherness, without involving personal interests. Once a good atmosphere of togetherness is created, then you can express the changes you want, along with the reasons and the good for all of us. Not by force or destruction, as you have done,” the Twilight Fairy explained wisely. The Black Rainbow Fairy and the White Rainbow Fairy pondered for a moment. They realized that perhaps there was another way to achieve their goal without having to destroy the existing beauty. However, a big question haunted their minds: would the other Rainbow Fairies accept them back after the chaos they created? After all, the Black Rainbow Fairy and the White Rainbow Fairy had destroyed the hard work of the other fairies.

The Black Rainbow Fairy and the White Rainbow Fairy were no longer allowed to be part of the rainbow. As punishment for their actions, they were both transformed into clouds—the White Rainbow Fairy became a white cloud that appeared during the hot sun to provide shade, while the Black Rainbow Fairy became a black cloud that brought rain when the season arrived.

"Now, this is your new home," said the Twilight Fairy as she led them to the Lord of the White Clouds and the Lord of the Black Clouds. The two fairies lowered their heads weakly, feeling a tightness in their chests from their mistake.

"We both feel so guilty. Can we be returned to where we belong?" the Black Rainbow Fairy begged hopefully.

"Yes, we truly apologize," added the White Rainbow Fairy, admitting their mistake.

"Your mistakes may be forgiven along with the punishment you undergo," replied the Twilight Fairy calmly.

"But... will we be able to return to being Rainbow Fairies after this punishment is over?" asked the White Rainbow Fairy, full of hope. However, there was no answer. Everyone present was silent—including the Lord of the White Clouds and the Lord of the Black Clouds. The Twilight Fairy also fell silent for a moment, trying to form words to convey something greater, something that would change the lives of these two fairies forever.

"Look, do you realize how big a mistake you've made?" asked the Twilight Fairy seriously.

Black Rainbow Fairy looked down. "Yes... as a result of our actions, the rainbow will not appear at the end of the rain like usual."

The Twilight Fairy shook her head slowly. "No, it's not just that. Because of your actions, the ecosystem of the fairyland has been damaged. The order of the seasons has become chaotic and disordered—the winter, rainy, and dry seasons no longer function as they should. Many living creatures down there will suffer from this imbalance."

Hearing this, the White Rainbow Fairy felt even more guilty. "We didn't know the impact would be this severe. Your Majesty, we are truly sorry. We accept any punishment for this grave mistake."

"Yes, we accept any punishment. In fact, I don't think we deserve to be Rainbow Fairies anymore," replied the Black Rainbow Fairy, kneeling beside the White Rainbow Fairy.

The Twilight Fairy took a deep breath before finally saying, "That's what I wanted to say. From now on, you two are no longer Rainbow Fairies. You will never be accepted back into the rainbow order—ever." With that, the Twilight Fairy stripped the two fairies of all their former magic and special qualities. Now, they were no longer the Black Rainbow Fairy and the White Rainbow Fairy, but the Black Cloud Fairy and the White Cloud Fairy. After handing them over to the Cloud Lord, the Twilight Fairy took her leave and departed, leaving the two to their new fates.

The Lord of the White Clouds smiled gently. "Calm down. Being a black cloud or a white cloud is not the end of everything. This is just the beginning of your new journey."

"Yes," replied the Lord of the Black Clouds. "Here, you will learn many new things. But remember, never repeat this deliberate mistake again."

The two now-transformed fairies could only stare at each other. They realized that their lives had changed forever, and now, they must learn to accept the new destiny that had been laid out for them.

The long dry season is almost over, signaling the imminent arrival of the rainy season. However, one question has been nagging the rainbow fairies: what would the world be like without rainbows at the end of the rain?

The remaining rainbow fairies were filled with worry. They knew that without the rainbow's colorful particles, the world would lose its beauty after the rain. They rushed to find a way to recreate the rainbow particles before the dry season truly ended.

After a long discussion, they agreed to work together to find a solution. The Twilight Fairy, the wisest among them, appointed the Green Rainbow Fairy and the Yellow Rainbow Fairy as leaders in this important mission.

"We must find a way out before it's too late," said the Green Rainbow Fairy with determination.

"How about we ask the Rainy Season Fairies and the Dry Season Fairies for help? If they're willing to delay the rain, we'll have more time to create new rainbows," he suggested.

The Yellow Rainbow Fairy nodded in agreement, and without wasting any time, the two of them immediately went to the Rainy Season Fairies.

"We come with great hope," said the Green Rainbow Fairy in a pleading voice, bowing her shoulders respectfully. "We beg your wisdom to delay this year's rainy season, just for a little while, so that we can recreate the rainbow."

The Rain Fairies exchanged glances. One of them finally spoke, his voice soft yet firm. "We understand your concerns, but the universe has its own rules and timetables. We cannot violate them," he replied kindly, as if aware of the burden on the rainbow fairies' minds.

Another fairy chimed in, "If the rainy season is delayed, the world will experience disaster. A long drought will cause rivers and lakes to dry up, plants to die, and aquatic life to perish. Farmers will lose their crops, and people will starve."

The Green Rainbow Fairy and the Yellow Rainbow Fairy fell silent. They realized the devastating consequences if the rainy season didn't arrive on time. With heavy hearts, they said goodbye.

"Thank you for your wisdom. We will find another way," said the Yellow Rainbow Fairy.

They left the place with heavy steps, contemplating the words of the Rainy Season Fairies. It was true that delaying the rainy season would have disastrous consequences for life on earth. However, they couldn't just let the rainbow disappear.

"We should try talking to the Dry Season Fairies," said the Green Rainbow Fairy. "Perhaps they can help us in other ways."

With hope still remaining, they continued their journey to the Castle of the Dry Season Fairies.

At the Dry Season Fairy Palace, they seemed to have known about the arrival of the Green Rainbow Fairy and the Yellow Rainbow Fairy, when the two Fairies landed in front of the Dry Season Fairy Palace, they were greeted by the Dry Season Fairies who had been waiting for their arrival.

"Welcome, Green Rainbow Fairy and Yellow Rainbow Fairy. We've heard news of your arrival," said the oldest Dry Season Fairy in a soft yet authoritative voice. "How can we help you?"

The Green Rainbow Fairy took a deep breath before speaking. "We come with great hopes. The rainy season is coming soon, but we fear the world will lose the beauty of rainbows at the end of the rain. We want to recreate the rainbow droplets, but we don't have enough time. Can you help us?" the Green Rainbow Fairy asked in a hopeful tone.

The dry season fairies looked at each other. There was a moment of silence, until finally one of the cheerful young fairies said, "We understand your concerns. However, we also have a duty to maintain the balance of nature. If we prolong the dry season, there will be unavoidable consequences."

The Yellow Rainbow Fairy immediately chimed in, "We don't want to upset that balance. We just want to find a way for rainbows to still grace the sky after the rain. Is there any other way we can do this together?"

The oldest Dry Season Fairy nodded slowly. "We may not be able to help you directly, but we can offer some advice to help you solve your problem."

The Green Rainbow Fairy and the Yellow Rainbow Fairy's eyes lit up with hope. "What is it?" they asked almost simultaneously, feeling a fresh breeze blow across their faces. They waited eagerly, hoping there would be a way for the rainbow to continue appearing in the sky after the rain had stopped.

"Go to the Rain Season Fairies, ask for their help in giving you the raindrops they have," said the Head of the Dry Season Fairies in a soft but dignified voice.

"That's right, the Chief is indeed very wise!" exclaimed the Yellow Rainbow Fairy with a beaming face.

"Then, what about our rainbow colors, Chief?" asked the Green Rainbow Fairy in a worried tone.

The Fairy Leader of the Dry Season smiled. "Perhaps you could ask Fairy Aurora for help. She'd probably be willing to share some of her colorful treasures."

"Very well, thank you for your valuable advice, Chief. We will now take our leave," the two fairies said, saluting, and then they flew away from the castle with burning enthusiasm.

The two rainbow fairies divided their duties. The Green Rainbow Fairy immediately headed for the Aurora Fairy Castle, while the Yellow Rainbow Fairy flew to the Rainy Season Fairy Castle. Upon arrival, she immediately confronted the Rainy Season Fairy Leader.

"I have come to ask for help from the Rain Fairies. Please give me a few drops of rain so that we, the Rainbow Fairies, can recreate the beautiful rainbow arc in the sky," asked the Yellow Rainbow Fairy hopefully, without further ado.

However, the Chief of the Rain Fairy shook his head slowly. "We cannot give you our water drops."

The Yellow Rainbow Fairy fell silent. Her heart suddenly filled with sadness. Her hopes seemed to be dashed in an instant.

"It's not that we don't want to help," continued the Rain Fairy Leader, "but because our rainwater supply is fixed and cannot be reduced in the slightest." The Rain Fairy Leader explained their true situation. Hearing this, the Yellow Rainbow Fairy lowered her head in dejection. In her heart, she muttered, This Rain Fairy is truly unfriendly. ..

He was at a loss for words to persuade further. With a heavy heart, he sighed and said, "Very well, Chairman. If that's the case, I'll take my leave."

With unsteady steps, he left the Rainy Season Fairy Palace, in his mind he was still trying to find another way for the rainbow to decorate the sky again.

"But perhaps we can help you provide the rainbow water droplets you need throughout the rainy season. But can you do me a favor first?" said the Rain Fairy, offering a glimmer of hope to the Yellow Rainbow Fairy.

“What is that, Chief?” asked the Yellow Rainbow Fairy, immediately turning around expectantly.

"Could you go to the Black Cloud Fairy and deliver a message from me? Ask her for a few clumps of black clouds so I can turn them into water," the Rain Fairy requested.

Hearing the request, the Yellow Rainbow Fairy immediately agreed. Without delay, she flew straight to the palace where the ruler of the black clouds resided. Upon arrival, she confronted the Chief of the Black Cloud Fairies and recounted her entire journey, including the reason for her visit.

After listening to the Yellow Rainbow Fairy's explanation, the Black Cloud Fairy Leader nodded and said, "I can give you the black cloud clump. However, I need the help of many fairies to gather it.

Because the dark clouds that we have prepared for the rainy season cannot be reduced, even a little.”

The Yellow Rainbow Fairy frowned, then asked curiously, “Aren’t there enough fairies here to gather additional black clouds?”

The Black Cloud Fairy Leader sighed before replying, “We have many fairies, but they can’t finish it in a short time.”

The Yellow Rainbow Fairy was silent for a moment, seemingly in deep thought. Then, she looked at the Black Cloud Fairy Leader and asked, “Then, what can I do to help you, Leader?”

asked the Yellow Rainbow Fairy

"Can you help me gather the fairies? We need to ask for their help to gather the black clouds. We have already collected all the big black clouds, now all that is left are the small clouds," said the Black Cloud Fairy Leader in an anxious tone.

Without wasting any time, the Yellow Rainbow Fairy quickly said goodbye and hurried off to find the other fairies. On her way, she encountered the Green Rainbow Fairy, who had just returned from Aurora Fairy Castle.

"What is your business with Fairy Aurora?" asked the Yellow Rainbow Fairy curiously.

"No problem," replied the Green Rainbow Fairy with a smile. "She's willing to help us with her colorful light reflections."

"Then, what about you?" The Green Rainbow Fairy asked back.

Hearing that question, the Yellow Rainbow Fairy fell silent for a moment. She took a deep breath before finally recounting her journey—from meeting the Rain Fairy to finally arriving at the Black Cloud Fairy.

After listening to the long story, the Green Rainbow Fairy nodded firmly. "Okay! Then let's gather all the fairies in this universe!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.

Without wasting any time, they immediately returned to the Rainbow Fairy Castle to announce this to all the rainbow fairies.

Upon arrival at the Rainbow Fairy Castle, the two Rainbow Fairies conveyed the news they had brought from the outside world to all the residents of the castle.

"So, Fairy Black Cloud asked for our help to gather as many fairies as possible to help them collect the remains of black cloud," Fairy Yellow Rainbow explained in a serious tone. “Those clouds will be turned into water by the Rain Fairy, and then, those water drops will be shared among all of us.”

"Then, what about the colors of the rainbow?" asked the Purple Rainbow Fairy, voicing the same concern.

"Yes, how can we create those colors in such a short time?" The Red Rainbow Fairy added, emphasizing their anxiety.

Hearing these questions, the Green Rainbow Fairy smiled reassuringly. "You don't need to worry about color," she said.

"No need to worry how?" The Red Rainbow Fairy interrupted in an anxious tone.

"I've met Fairy Aurora, and she's willing to help us by lending us her light colors," the Green Rainbow Fairy explained. "She said that, most likely, in the next few seasons, she won't be able to shine as brightly as usual."

"Why is that?" asked the Purple Rainbow Fairy, curious.

"Because this season, a lot of the ice at the poles is melting, so the light reflection might not be optimal," replied the Green Rainbow Fairy, repeating the explanation she received from the Aurora Fairy.

"Alright, if there are no more questions, let's gather all the fairies in the universe's horizon to come to the Black Cloud Fairy's castle," said the Yellow Rainbow Fairy enthusiastically.

Without wasting any time, they immediately scattered, flying across the universe. Their mission was clear: gather as many fairies as possible and bring them to the Black Cloud Lord's Castle. They enthusiastically invited every fairy they encountered to come to their destination.

The Yellow Rainbow Fairy immediately returned to Rainbow Rain Castle to deliver the message from the Lord of the Black Clouds. Upon hearing the news, the Chief Rain Fairy without hesitation ordered all the rain fairies to depart for the Black Cloud Castle.

Not stopping there, the Yellow Rainbow Fairy then flew to the White Cloud Lord's Manor. With great respect, he conveyed the purpose of his visit. The Lord of the White Clouds, understanding the importance of this meeting, immediately gathered all his fairies and ordered them to go to the Castle of the Black Clouds.

Likewise, Fairy Chief Aurora and her entire colony joined in this grand journey. With their beautiful glowing lights, they moved toward the designated destination.

After some time had passed, almost all the fairies had gathered at Black Cloud Castle. The Lord of Black Cloud was stunned by the sea of light that filled his castle. He had never before witnessed such a large number of fairies. His eyes sparkled, his chest heaving with awe.

"In all the millions of light years I have existed, this is the first time Black Cloud Castle has been visited by so many fairies," he murmured in amazement.

"We are ready to receive your orders, Chief!" exclaimed the Yellow Rainbow Fairy loudly.

The call was immediately greeted by all the fairies present. Their voices echoed across the universe. "We are ready to accept the Chief's orders!"

The Lord of the Black Clouds took a deep breath, then in a firm voice he said, “Very well then! Please help me gather the remnants of the black clouds that are still scattered throughout the firmament of this universe!”

Without hesitation, the fairy chiefs led their respective colonies. They scattered, moving swiftly, gathering the remnants of the black clouds still floating in the sky. With enthusiasm, they carried out the Lord of the Black Clouds' command, sweeping the remnants of the black clouds from the universe's skies, bringing new hope to the universe they loved.

As the fairies scattered to gather the remains of the black cloud, two fairies remained frozen in place, as if reluctant to move. The Yellow Rainbow Fairy and the Green Rainbow Fairy exchanged glances before turning to face them. There was something familiar about the two fairies, even though their appearances were now so different.

“Hey… aren’t you the Black Rainbow Fairy?” asked the Yellow Rainbow Fairy, approaching one of them hesitantly.

The fairy stared at him for a moment before shaking her head slowly. “Perhaps you’re mistaken. I’m the Black Cloud Fairy,” she replied in a flat voice.

Meanwhile, the Green Rainbow Fairy stepped closer to the other fairy. She stared at her intently, trying to recognize the face that had once been so familiar to her. “I knew it… You must be the White Rainbow Fairy, right?” she said softly.

However, the fairy remained silent. Her calm eyes now seemed distant, as if she were reluctant to acknowledge her past.

The Green Rainbow Fairy grabbed her hand, trying to pull her out of the enveloping silence. Slowly, she brought her closer to the Yellow Rainbow Fairy, who was still chatting with the Black Cloud Fairy.

"So.. you are now the Black Cloud Fairy and the White Cloud Fairy?" said the Yellow Rainbow Fairy in a low, sad tone, looking at her two old friends alternately. with a deep sadness radiating from her eyes when she saw the drastic changes in the two fairies who had shared laughter and joy and sorrow with her. Among the fairies of the universe, the Rainbow Fairies were the most admired because they had their own charm, in terms of appearance and posture they were very striking from all the other fairies. And now her two friends had a smaller body posture, adjusting to the posture of the black and white cloud fairies, their appearance was very very different. That's why from the first time they met the two Rainbow fairies, they were insecure and tended to not want to admit their past.

With a gloomy face, the Black Cloud Fairy replied, "Yes, now we are banished to the black clouds and white clouds. We admit our mistakes and stupidity... We accept this punishment."

White Cloud Fairy nodded slowly, her voice flat. “That’s right. We’re now clouds and will never be rainbows again.”

Hearing the words of her two former comrades, the Green Rainbow Fairy without hesitation grabbed the White Cloud Fairy's hand, while the Yellow Rainbow Fairy tightly held the Black Cloud Fairy's hand.

“Will you help us fix our rainbow?” the Green Rainbow Fairy asked hopefully.

"Whatever your mistakes, we've forgiven you. Now's not the time to find fault, because that would be pointless," he continued in a warm voice. There was no anger, no resentment—only sincerity radiated from his face.

"Yes, now the most important thing is how we fix our rainbow like before," continued the Purple Rainbow Fairy, who had just approached them. "After all, you are still part of the rainbow family."

The eyes of the Black Cloud Fairy and the White Cloud Fairy filled with tears. Without hesitation, they hugged their former comrades tightly, as if the wounds in their hearts had been erased by the warmth of sincere friendship.

“Come on… Let’s fix our rainbow,” said the Black Cloud Fairy, this time with a smile that was once again blooming.

They all looked at each other and nodded firmly. Smiles of familiarity lit up their faces, as if no conflict had ever separated them before.

Above the horizon of Fairyland, the atmosphere was different than usual. Today, the usually peaceful sky was filled with fairies busily gathering up the pieces of black clouds that had just begun to form. They worked together skillfully, guiding the pieces towards the Black Cloud Fairy Castle.

Among them, the Rainbow Fairies seemed the most enthusiastic. They eagerly gathered the black clouds and fused them into a larger clump. Afterward, the Black Cloud Fairies and White Cloud Fairies took over, carrying the dark clump to the castle, where many more black clouds had already been brought by the other fairies.

Now, in front of the majestic castle of black clouds, a thick, dense black cloud had formed. The Yellow Rainbow Fairy, with a hopeful expression, approached the chief ruler of the Black Cloud Fairies. "Chief," she exclaimed with burning enthusiasm, "do you think we still need more black clouds?"

For a moment, the black cloud fairy leader stared at the dense cloud. Then, with slowly flapping wings, she soared above it. After a moment, she moved to the side and swooped down toward the yellow rainbow fairy waiting for her.

"I think this is more than enough to produce the water droplets you need to create beautiful rainbow dots," said the black cloud ruler in a firm and confident tone.

"Very well then," replied the yellow rainbow fairy with a relieved smile. "Now, please order the fairies to stop their work."

Without hesitation, the black cloud fairy leader straightened her body. In a loud voice that echoed through the sky, she gave the order to halt the work. Instantly, the roar of the fairies' work died down. They all stopped in unison and gathered back in droves at the majestic black cloud castle.

"Alright. .. I thank you very much for your help. For now, everything is done. You may return to your respective castles," said the Black Cloud Fairy Leader with great authority.

The fairies dispersed in an orderly fashion, returning to their original places with a sense of relief. Except for the rainy season and aurora fairies.

From a distance, the Chief of the Rain Season Fairies floated toward the Black Cloud Fairy and the Yellow Rainbow Fairy, who were deep in conversation. Soon, the Aurora Fairy joined them, followed by the rainbow fairies of various colors who gathered around, ready to plan their next move.

“How is it, Rain Fairy? Is this enough?” asked the Black Cloud Fairy, as the Rain Fairy landed by her side.

"Wow, this is more than enough! With this amount, the rainbow fairies won't have to bother collecting water drops for three seasons!" exclaimed the Rain Fairy, her voice trembling with excitement.

"We only need it for this one season," said the Green Rainbow Fairy, "For the rest, just return it to the Black Cloud Fairy." She continued.

"That's right," replied the Yellow Rainbow Fairy, "One season is more than enough."

"Isn't that great?" said the Rain Fairy, her laughter ringing out, "It means you have free time to relax and play for the next two seasons!"

“A lot of leisure time,” snapped the Black Cloud Fairy Leader, his eyes sparkling, “How do you agree?”

"Oh, no, thank you. We still have a lot of homework ahead," replied the Yellow Rainbow Fairy with a warm smile, not intending to refuse the kindness of the Rain Season Fairy Leader and the Black Cloud Fairy.

"Okay then. Come on, children, let's turn this cloud into water droplets. The rest, we'll return to its owner, Black Cloud," the Rain Fairy Leader called out to the other rain fairies. Swiftly, they set to work, carrying out their respective tasks.

"Then, after this, what should we do?" asked Fairy Aurora after waiting for her turn to speak.

"After the water droplets are created by the Rain Fairy, we will herd them to our castle. There, the Chief Fairy Aurora may lend some colors according to the current rainbow color sequence," explained the Yellow Rainbow Fairy.

Hearing that explanation, Fairy Leader Aurora nodded firmly, waiting for further instructions.

It didn't take long, finally the water droplets were formed according to the needs of the rainbow fairies. The head of the rain fairies came back to approach the rainbow fairies. "How, friends, is this enough? Or do you need more?" said the head of the rain fairies to all the rainbow fairies who were still in their original places, "enough, chairman, that's more than enough, we thank you very much for your help" replied the yellow rainbow fairy, "don't be shy, friends, this is just a trivial job for us" said the head of the rainy season fairies while laughing. "Yes, that's all, chairman, after this we will take it to our castle" said the yellow rainbow fairy, "okay then, friends, we'll take our leave, thank you for today, you have made us have fun, don't forget to let us know immediately if you need more help" said the head of the rain fairies, before the yellow rainbow fairies had time to reply to his words, they had disappeared over the horizon. , then the rainbow fairies said goodbye to the head of the fairy ruler of the black clouds. “Chief, thank you very much for helping us this far, you have done us a great service,” said the yellow rainbow fairy to the chief ruler of the black cloud fairies, “you don’t need to talk like that, this is not because of me, but the cooperation of all the fairies in the universe,” replied the ruler of the black cloud fairies, “Okay then, we will take our leave now, there are still things we have to do immediately,” replied the yellow rainbow fairy.

The rainbow fairies carried water droplets that had been placed in a special container for the rainbow fairies, followed by the aurora fairies behind them who also went to the rainbow fairy castle. Meanwhile, behind them were the yellow and green rainbow fairies. When he was about to leave the black cloud castle, he saw below the former black rainbow fairy standing not far from the black cloud castle, he looked up and saw the rainbow fairies flying away from the black cloud castle.

Seeing the former black rainbow fairy, who looked at them from below. The yellow and green rainbow fairies seemed to chat for a moment and returned to face the ruler of the black cloud fairies. "Sorry, leader, we're back again, there's something important that we ask for a moment," said the green rainbow fairy, hearing that the black cloud leader felt something strange. "What is it, please reveal it, I will help as much as I can and as hard as I can," replied the black cloud fairy leader. "Okay then, you apologize in advance," said the green rainbow fairy, then fell silent for a moment, the black cloud fairy leader just stared at the two rainbow fairies, waiting for the continuation of his words, "we beg you, can we take home our sister, the black rainbow fairy?" said the green rainbow fairy which immediately made the black rainbow fairy leader confused, and thought for a moment. "Yes. . yes, please, I don't stop you from taking her home, but after this, you also ask permission from the dusk fairy, because she entrusted her to me," he said giving permission, but still having a sense of responsibility. "Okay then, after this we will talk to the twilight fairy," replied the green rainbow fairy.

The ruler of the black cloud fairies went to call the former black rainbow fairy, from a distance it seemed like the two of them were talking about something, it was seen occasionally that the former black rainbow fairy was seen shaking her head. After that they came over to the green and yellow rainbow fairies. "Please talk to the three of you, I will leave you" said the ruler of the black cloud fairies, after that he left the three of them. "Let's go home to our place, we have all forgiven you and the white rainbow fairy". Said the green rainbow fairy while holding her friend's shoulder. "No, here now is my place. You can forgive my mistakes and the white rainbow fairy, but punishment will never be able to forgive anyone who has made a mistake" she answered firmly, while holding her friend's hand which was still holding her shoulder. "All of us rainbow fairies have agreed to ask the twilight fairy to forgive the mistakes of both of you" added the yellow rainbow fairy trying to convince. The former rainbow fairy shook her head, “never mind, thank you for forgiving us, we will all be friends forever, we will remain brothers, but let us serve our punishment with the life we are living now, we will always see you at the end of the twilight after the rain stops” explained the former black rainbow fairy, “oh yeah. . the white one also said he will always miss you” continued the black rainbow fairy again. Her two friends hugged her and whispered, “no one will replace your place forever, take care of yourselves” said the yellow rainbow fairy, then let go of her hug, and immediately flew followed by the green rainbow fairy. The former black rainbow fairy just watched her two friends fly back to the rainbow castle.

 

Author Biography

Full Name: Arnoldus Leo Karra

Email: arnoldleokarra@gmail. com

WhatsApp: +628953746 83982

Instagram: @arnolduskarra

Preferred Genres: Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Children's Literature

 

About the Author:

My name is Arnoldus Leo Karra, a writer of children's fiction and fairy tales, passionate about history, local culture, and myth. I have completed several historical fiction novels and several children's fairy tales. My stories are known for blending mystery, conspiracy theories, and rich cultural elements, offering readers a profound and thought-provoking experience.

In addition to historical fiction, I also write fantasy-based children's stories with strong moral messages, set in imaginative and colorful worlds. I believe that storytelling is a powerful bridge for passing on values and heritage to the younger generation.

In the future, I will write more historical fiction and inspirational fairy tales with strong moral messages, like my previous works. I'm also open to collaborating with anyone interested in creating animation or films. Thank you.