Fairy tales for young and old ~ English version

The Wizard of the Wandering Mind

(ADHD representation)

 In a realm where magic ebbed and flowed like the tides, there lived a wizard named Dallan. His tower, perched upon the rolling hills of Naeshan, was a mosaic of moving staircases and floating books, a testament to his brilliant but ever-shifting mind. Dallan was known far and wide as the Wizard of the Wandering Mind, for his thoughts were like a flock of starlings, constantly darting in unison to new directions, never settling. The people of Naeshan revered him for his gift of weaving spells with a mere thought, yet they often found him lost in his own world, his gaze distant, his fingers tracing patterns in the air.

Dallan's gift for multitasking spells was unparalleled; he could conjure a tempest with a flick of his wrist while simultaneously mending a broken vase. Yet, his racing thoughts often led him astray, leaving many spells unfinished. It was said that within his mind lay pathways untrodden, ideas unexplored, and visions unseen by any other.

One day, a whisper reached Dallan's ears about a mythical artifact called the Focus Stone. It was said to be a gem of such purity that it could bring order to the most tumultuous of thoughts. Dallan's heart leapt at the thought, and he set out on a quest to find this stone, believing it to be the key to taming his wandering mind.

His journey took him through the Forest of Whispers. The trees stood tall and stoic, their leaves shimmering with a silvery glow, whispering secrets of the ages. Each leaf was a voice, a soul that had once wandered these woods, and now their words melded into a symphony of murmurs. Dallan listened, his heart attuned to the hidden messages carried by the wind. The voices spoke of courage, of fears faced and overcome, of the strength found in vulnerability.

The wizard felt a kinship with these souls, for his own thoughts were as numerous and varied as the whispers of the leaves. He realized that each voice was a reflection of his own inner dialogues, the myriad conversations that spun ceaselessly in his mind. It was here, amidst the rustling chorus, that Dallan first understood the power of listening—not just to the world, but to the quieter voice within himself.

Beyond the Forest of Whispers lay the Caverns of Echoes, a network of tunnels carved into the heart of Mount Naes. The caverns were a place of reflection, both literal and metaphorical. The walls, lined with crystals that glowed with an ethereal light, mirrored Dallan's thoughts back to him, amplifying them until they filled the air like a tangible presence. His hopes, his doubts, his dreams—all echoed around him, creating a tapestry of sound and emotion.

Dallan moved through the caverns with a sense of awe, his footsteps light upon the stone floor. The echoes guided him, leading him through the labyrinthine passages, each step a dance with his own psyche. He began to see patterns in the echoes, a rhythm to the chaos of his thoughts. It was as if the caverns themselves were teaching him to find harmony in the cacophony, to embrace the multitude of his mind's voices as a source of strength.

As he finally continued his travelling, Dallan's quest led him to encounters most extraordinary. He first met the Sphinx of Serenity sat at the crossroads of Thought and Tranquility, a majestic being with the body of a lion and the visage of wisdom incarnate. Her eyes, deep pools of calm, seemed to pierce through the veil of Dallan's restless mind.

"What is the one thought that can calm a storm?" she asked in a voice that resonated with the stillness of the ages. Dallan, whose mind was a tempest of ideas, struggled with the riddle. Days passed, and with each sunrise, he offered an answer, only to be met with silence. It was on the seventh dawn, as a single ray of light pierced the morning mist, that clarity struck.

"The thought of peace itself," he replied. The Sphinx smiled, and with her blessing, Dallan learned to anchor his mind with a single, focused thought, finding serenity amidst chaos.

The Phoenix of Promise soared above the Ashen Plains, a brilliant flare against the twilight sky. Its feathers were a tapestry of fiery hues, each a promise of renewal. As Dallan watched the phoenix take flight from the ashes of its predecessor, he understood the cycle of rebirth.

"From confusion comes clarity, as from ashes comes life," the Phoenix sang. Its voice was a melody of hope that resonated with Dallan's soul. He realized that his moments of doubt were not the end but the beginning of understanding. The Phoenix taught him that each thought, no matter how fleeting, held the potential for growth and clarity.

The Dragon of Dreams dwelled within the Crystal Caves, its scales shimmering with the colors of unfulfilled dreams. It was a guardian of potential, of the might-have-beens and the yet-to-comes. The Dragon's breath wove dreams into reality, and its roar was the sound of creation.

"Why do you seek to cage your thoughts?" it questioned Dallan, who stood awestruck by the creature's magnificence. Dallan confessed his fear of his untamed mind, but the Dragon of Dreams laughed, a sound that echoed through the caverns.

"Your thoughts are the wellspring of your power, the seeds of your greatest spells. Treasure them, for they are your truest wealth." With those words, Dallan felt a shift within. He embraced his boundless thoughts, seeing them not as a curse but as the source of his magic.

As seasons changed and years wove themselves into the fabric of time, Dallan's quest for the Focus Stone became a journey of self-discovery. He began to see the beauty in his untamed thoughts, the potential in his boundless imagination. The people of Naeshan, too, started to see the wonders born from Dallan's unique mind—spells of protection during storms, enchantments that made crops flourish, and potions that healed the sick.

In the end, Dallan realized that the Focus Stone was not a gem to be found in the physical world, but a metaphor for self-acceptance. He learned to embrace the ebbs and flows of his mind, to ride the waves of his thoughts with grace and joy. The kingdom of Naeshan thrived under his care, a testament to the fact that what makes us different also makes us special.

And so, the Wizard of the Wandering Mind found peace, not by changing who he was, but by understanding and accepting the beautiful chaos within. The kingdom of Naeshan came to celebrate Dallan's gift, and he, in turn, helped others find the Focus Stone within themselves, guiding them to see that the true magic lies in embracing one's own unique way of thinking.