Fairy tales for young and old ~ English version

The Fallen Stars Prince

(Storytober - Day 17 - Stars)

Once upon a time, in a village nestled between rolling hills and thick forests, there lived a young man named Coleen. The village was known for its breathtaking night skies, where stars twinkled like jewels scattered upon a dark velvet cloth. Among the villagers, Coleen was known for his bright smile and a heart filled with dreams.

One clear night, while Coleen gazed up at the shimmering stars, he saw something unusual. A bright light streaked across the sky, brighter than any star he had ever seen. With a sudden, brilliant flash, it fell from the heavens, landing not far from where he stood.

Coleen's heart raced as he rushed toward the source of the light. There, among the tall grass and soft moss, lay a figure, radiant yet injured. The young man had hair as silver as the moon and eyes that sparkled like the stars themselves. He grimaced in pain, cradling a broken arm.

"Are you alright?" Coleen asked, kneeling beside him, astonished by the sight before him.

The young man's eyes widened. "I... I will be," he managed to say, his voice soft but strained. "I am Lune."

"You fell from the sky!" Coleen exclaimed, realizing the absurdity of the situation. "How did this happen?"

Lune looked away, sorrow clouding his gaze. "My brother wanted the throne after out father died. I was banished to Earth, forced to fall from the skies."

Coleen's heart ached for Lune. "You must come with me. I have a small house nearby. I can help you heal."

"Are you sure?" Lune asked, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I don't want to burden you."

"You're not a burden," Coleen insisted, his voice steady. "You need a place to rest. My family has room for you."

With some effort, Coleen helped Lune to his feet, supporting him as they made their way to his home. The small cottage, nestled among blooming wildflowers, was alive with laughter and energy. Inside, a multitude of younger siblings darted around, their joyous shouts filling the air as they played games and chased one another.

"Who is this, Coleen?" his mother called out, pausing her cooking to observe the newcomer.

"This is Lune," Coleen replied, gently guiding Lune to a chair by the fire. "He needs our help."

"Welcome, Lune!" his mother said warmly. "We'll take care of you. Don't worry."

As the days passed, Coleen tended to Lune's broken arm, gathering herbs from the forest and brewing teas to ease his pain. Healing took time, and during this period, their bond blossomed like the wildflowers that surrounded Coleen's cottage. Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, they gathered by the fire. Lune spoke of the stars, his voice filled with a wistful longing, sharing tales of shimmering constellations and the celestial dances of his home. His words painted vivid images of a world so beautiful, yet so far away.

In return, Coleen opened his heart, sharing stories of his vibrant family, the laughter that echoed through their home, and the joy of village festivals where music and dance intertwined under the starlit sky. His voice was warm, rich with love for his people, and Lune found comfort in the simple beauty of Earth that Coleen described.

With each passing day, their connection grew stronger, woven together by shared dreams and laughter that rang out like a sweet melody. Lune, despite his ethereal nature, began to understand the profound depth of human emotions. Coleen's kindness illuminated the shadows of Lune's sorrow, and as he taught Coleen about the constellations, he felt the warmth of friendship wrap around him like a soft embrace.