Somehow I raised a prince

Chapter 6

So here is part 6, hope you enjoy it! (*^ω^*)
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"Uh, ah, ah!" 'exhausted'

Sigmund's body, which had been gradually falling down, eventually sank into the grass. 'plumps' 'sitting down'

No matter how hard he flapped his wings, the wings that became as heavy as cotton in water stopped moving.

"Wings hurt..." 'groan'

"I thought I could get to the village soon, but it was a lot farther than I had thought."

Even though he flew for a great long time, the village was only seen by lights and did not get close.

After he gradually lost strength in his wings. Eventually, Sigmund sat on the ground in the middle and lay there.

"Tired...  Adele... wings hurt...
It's the first time I've flown for this long." 'exhausted' 'lying on the ground' 'rustle'

In the meantime, Sigmund had only flown for a short time in the barn.

"Pretty clothes... Pretty shoes...  Adele..."

(I have to go to the village to get pretty clothes and pretty shoes, but I don't know what to do because my wings didn't budge.) 'feeling bad'

"It's all right. I can fly again."

It's still a long way from sunrise.
The night has just begun.

(A little lie down, and when I wake up, I'll feel my wings again), thought Sigmund.

Never had the child been so tired even when playing with a cow in the barn all day long.

Even though he went out in the middle of the night when Adele was asleep and chased the fox and the owl until dawn, he had never felt so exhausted.

But now it's hard to squeeze a finger.

"The stars... are pretty..."

[Here is a picture of what Sigmund sees on the night sky,
just so you know i painted it myself, so it's my own!
On the right corner you see my signature!
Tough maybe I should have done it darker (*'ω'*), hm~ no I'm lazy so just think it's darker there]

Lying on the grass, Sigmund looked up at the myriad of stars that were playing all night long.
Tens of thousands of stars twinkled in the sky.

"In black cloth... By spraying stars..."

Sigmund imagined the prettiest clothes in the world.

If Adele was to be clothed with hundreds of thousands of starry gems in black cloth like the night sky,  Adele would surely be as beautiful as dawn.

Dawn is very pretty.

(My heart throbbed as I sat by the side of the sleeping Adele, watching the bright blue dawn through the small window of the attic.)