Fairy tales for young and old ~ English version

The Leaves of Healing

  In the enchanted realm of Vravalon, nestled between the whispering forests and the singing rivers, there was a village that prospered, its secret lying in the lush mint leaves that grew in abundance. The villagers, led by a young girl named Elara, tended to these leaves with great care, for they were not only their pride but also their blessing.

King Sorath of Vravalon, a figure shrouded in might and mystery, had heard of these leaves. He was known as a good and compassionate king. Yet, when the villagers asked for his reasons, his words were cold and dismissive, "You don't have to know."

The villagers, proud and protective of their treasure, refused the king, fearing his intentions. They whispered of dark magic and conquest, for what else could drive a king to such arrogance?

War came to the village as King Sorath, atop his mighty steed, led his forces against the people he swore to protect. The battle was fierce, and Elara, with courage that belied her years, confronted the king. She dismounted him with a swift move, her hands steady as she held his own sword to his throat.

"Enough!" she exclaimed. "If you seek our blessing, shed this cloak of secrecy. Why do you need the mint leaves so bad?"

The king's eyes, once filled with the fire of battle, now brimmed with tears. His voice, a mere whisper, revealed his hidden pain. "My son, my heir, lies dying. I sought the leaves to save him, but pride kept me from pleading."

Elara's heart softened at the sight of the mighty king brought low by love and fear. She explained, "The mint leaves wither outside our care, for only the blessed of this village can preserve their life-giving essence."

With resolve, Elara made her decision. "I will accompany you, Your Majesty. Together, we shall save your son."

And so, Elara journeyed to the castle, the mint leaves secure in her care. The prince, upon receiving the leaves, began to heal, his color returning, his breath steady.

King Sorath, forever changed by the village's compassion and Elara's bravery, vowed to serve his people with a newfound humility. The mint leaves of Vravalon became the symbole of the kingdom itself, a blason of unity and healing.