A collection of timeless fairy tales of all time

 

 

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.