Fairy tales for young and old ~ English version

The Princess and The Dragon

 Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Nemore where the air was always sweet with the scent of ripening fruits, there was a princess named Crystal. Her name was as clear and pure as her heart, for she was not only royalty but the very soul of her kingdom. Nemore was renowned across the lands for the fruits of every hue and taste growing in abundance. It was a realm of enchanting beauty, nestled in the embrace of rolling hills and verdant plains. The kingdom was a tapestry of lush orchards, where trees heavy with fruit bent gracefully towards the earth, offering their bounty. The air was always filled with the sweet perfume of blossoms, and the gentle hum of bees filled the days with a melody of industry and life.

The people of Nemore were as warm as the sun that kissed their land. Their laughter was the music of the marketplace, their songs the rhythm of the harvest. They were artisans of nature, crafting wines that danced on the tongue and pastries that crumbled like the softest whispers of love.

At the heart of the kingdom stood the Castle of Crystal, a marvel of architecture that caught the morning light and scattered it like diamonds across the land. Its gardens were a wonder, with flowers of every hue blooming in harmony, and fountains that sang of the sky's joy as they leapt towards it.

Princess Crystal's presence was a blessing upon the land. She knew each villager by name, each child's laughter was a note in her symphony of care. Her touch healed, her words inspired, and her vision for her people was as clear as the streams that nourished their fields. She was not one to shy away from labor; she worked alongside her people, her hands stained with the juice of the harvest, her laughter a melody that resonated through the fields.

As the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow over the Kingdom of Nemore, an ominous shadow crept across the land. The people of Nemore, whose lives were woven with the threads of peace and harmony, felt a chill descend upon their hearts as they looked up to see a great dragon circling above them. Its scales were like shards of the night sky, and its eyes held the wisdom of a thousand years.

Princess Crystal, with her innate curiosity and unshakable spirit, stepped out onto the balcony to behold the creature of myth and legend. Her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and fascination, locked onto the dragon's piercing gaze.

With a powerful beat of its wings, the dragon approached, its form blotting out the sun. The air was thick with tension, and the villagers watched, frozen, as the dragon extended its claw towards the princess. In one swift, decisive motion, the dragon gently grasped Princess Crystal, lifting her from the safety of her home.

The kingdom erupted into chaos, cries of despair mingling with shouts of alarm. The dragon, however, did not harm the princess; instead, it held her with a careful reverence, as if she were the most precious treasure in all the lands.

As the dragon soared into the twilight sky with Princess Crystal in its gentle grasp, the people of Nemore could only watch in stunned silence. The once vibrant marketplace was now a tableau of worry and confusion, the songs of harvest replaced by hushed prayers for their princess's safe return.

High above the kingdom, where the air was thin and the world seemed a distant dream, Princess Crystal felt an unexpected calm. The dragon's embrace was secure and its flight smooth, gliding through the clouds with a grace that belied its fearsome appearance. As they traveled further from Nemore, the princess's initial fear gave way to wonder. She saw the world as she had never seen it before: vast, boundless, and breathtakingly beautiful.

They arrived at the dragon's lair, a cavern of wonders hidden within the highest peak. It was a place of otherworldly beauty, where crystals refracted light into a kaleidoscope of colors, and the air was warm with the breath of the earth. Here, the dragon finally spoke, her voice echoing off the ancient stone.