Fairy tales for young and old ~ English version

The Last Starweaver

 Once upon a time, in the ethereal kingdom of Astralon, the sky was not a mere canopy of darkness but a canvas where celestial tapestries were woven with the light of stars. The artisans of this heavenly craft were known as Starweavers, and among them, Rune, the centaur, was the last of his kind.

Rune was born under the constellation of the Great Weaver, a sign that destined him for greatness in the art of starweaving. His hair flowed like streams of liquid night, each strand reflecting the constellations above. His eyes, deep and fathomless, held within them the wisdom of the cosmos, twinkling with the same brilliance as the stars he so lovingly crafted. His hands, skilled and precise, were those of a true artist, capable of weaving not just light, but the very essence of emotions into the fabric of the night.

The Starweavers were the keepers of harmony, for every star they laced into the night sky sang a note in the symphony of the universe. But as time passed, the Starweavers faded into legend, and with them, the unity of Astralon's people. Divisions arose, and the once united hearts of the kingdom beat in discord.

Rune felt the weight of his lineage, a calling to weave one final constellation that would be his magnum opus—a celestial masterpiece that would unite the hearts of all people. This constellation was to be called the Heartstring, a series of stars that, when connected, would form the shape of a heart entwined with the infinity of eternity.

The journey was perilous, for the stars needed to craft the Heartstring were scattered across the farthest reaches of the kingdom. Rune traversed the Whispering Forests, scaled the Summit of Echoes, and crossed the Sands of Time. Each location held a star, a story, and a trial that tested Rune's resolve.

In the Whispering Forests, Rune encountered the spirit of an ancient Starweaver, who challenged him to find the Silent Star, a celestial body that shone with a light that could only be seen by those who listened with their hearts. Rune closed his eyes and let the whispers of the forest guide him to the star that hummed a quiet lullaby.

Atop the Summit of Echoes, Rune faced the Echoing Star, a star that mirrored the heart's truest desires. As Rune gazed into its radiant reflection, he saw not himself, but the faces of the people of Astralon, each yearning for connection and peace. With a gentle touch, he plucked the star from its lofty perch.

The Sands of Time were the last trial, where the Timeless Star awaited, buried beneath centuries of forgotten moments. Rune dug through the sands, his hands uncovering memories of unity and love that once bound the kingdom together. The Timeless Star glowed with the warmth of these memories, ready to take its place in the sky.

With all the stars gathered, Rune returned to the heart of Astralon. There, atop the Tower of Twilight, he began his work. His hands danced across the sky, tracing lines of light that bound the stars into a constellation, as he was pouring all of his heart into the work. The Heartstring came to life, a radiant symbol of unity that pulsed with the collective heartbeat of the kingdom.

As the people of Astralon gazed upward, their differences melted away, replaced by a shared sense of wonder and hope. The Heartstring's glow reached into their souls, weaving them together in a tapestry of harmony.

Rune, exhausted to have used all of his own lifeforce for it, watched as his creation unfurled across the heavens. A tear of joy and sorrow rolled down his cheek, for he knew his time as a weaver of stars had come to an end. But in his heart, he carried the knowledge that the Heartstring would forever illuminate the path to unity.

And so, the tale of Rune, the Last Starweaver of Astralon, became a legend that was told for generations—a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the light of unity can be woven by the hands of one who dares to dream.

And they all lived harmoniously ever after, under the watchful gaze of the stars that Rune had woven, the eternal guardians of peace and unity in the kingdom of Astralon.