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  • The Rabbit’s Time-Turner – A Magical Tale About Mistakes, Second Chances, and Learning to Let Go of Perfection

    The Rabbit’s Time-Turner – A Magical Tale About Mistakes, Second Chances, and Learning to Let Go of Perfection

    Once upon a time, in a quiet meadow filled with clover and soft moss, lived a curious little rabbit named Remy.

    Remy was smart, fast, and full of questions. He often wondered what might happen if only he could go back in time and fix small mistakes, like dropping his lunch, forgetting a friend’s birthday, or saying something he didn’t mean.

    One day, while exploring a hidden tunnel deep beneath his burrow, Remy discovered a strange object tucked inside an ancient tree root. It looked like a golden pocket watch, but it shimmered with stars instead of numbers.

    On the back, it was engraved: “To the one who seeks a second chance.”

    Remy had found the Time-Turner.

    A Ticking Twist in Time

    With a gentle twitch of his paw, Remy turned the dial.

    Whirl! Whoosh!

    Suddenly, he was back, just one day before! Everything looked the same, but Remy knew better.

    At first, it was wonderful. He fixed a clumsy fall, helped his friend Berry the squirrel win a race, and even made his best carrot pie twice as tasty. Every mistake, every oops, undone.

    But then Remy got carried away.

    He used the Time-Turner too often, trying to make everything perfect. One day, he accidentally turned time back so far that the annual Spring Festival had never happened, and no one remembered it at all! Remy’s ears drooped. “What have I done?”

    The Moment That Matters Most

    Feeling lost, Remy visited Elder Tilda, the wise tortoise who knew stories older than the hills.

    “I wanted to fix everything,” Remy confessed. “But I think I’ve made it worse.”

    Tilda smiled gently. “Time is a gift, little one, not a toy. We all make mistakes. That’s how we grow.”

    Remy realized she was right. He turned the Time-Turner one last time, not to change the past, but to restore it. He made sure the Spring Festival returned, mistakes and all.

    And this time, when he tripped over a ribbon or dropped a berry tart, he laughed and kept going. So did everyone else.

    The Rabbit Who Learned to Move Forward

    Remy decided to tuck the Time-Turner back into the hidden tunnel, leaving it for someone else who might need a second chance one day.

    He learned that not every mistake needs fixing. Some are part of the story. And sometimes, the best kind of magic is simply learning, forgiving, and hopping forward. From that day on, Remy was still curious, but now, he was also wise.

    Because the rabbit who once chased time had learned the greatest lesson of all:

    You don’t need to turn back time to make things right; you just need to try again.

    The End !

  • The Elephant’s Wish Granter – A Magical Tale About Kindness, Listening, and Gentle Power

    The Elephant’s Wish Granter – A Magical Tale About Kindness, Listening, and Gentle Power

    Once upon a time, in a misty green valley where waterfalls sang and flowers glowed at dusk, lived an elephant named Elara.

    Elara was not like other elephants. Her eyes sparkled like moonlight, and her footsteps left tiny glowing prints in the grass. Though she rarely spoke, everyone in the valley knew that Elara had a secret.

    She could grant wishes

    But not just any wish. Only the ones made with kindness, with hope, or from a heart that truly needed help.

    So she listened, not with her ears, but with her heart. And when the right wish floated into the air, she would gently lift her trunk… and the magic would begin.

    The Wish of the Little Mouse

    One morning, a small gray mouse named Mino scurried up to Elara’s favorite tree. He looked tired and frightened.

    Elara turned her gaze toward him. “I… I need help,” squeaked Mino. “My brother is sick, and I can’t find the healing berries. I’ve looked everywhere!”

    Elara nodded slowly, her ears flapping gently. She touched Mino’s head with her trunk, and with a soft golden glow, a small path appeared, shimmering through the trees. “Follow the trail,” she said.

    Mino’s eyes widened. “Thank you!”

    He followed the path, and before the sun had fully risen, he returned with bright red berries and a grateful heart. His brother healed. Mino never forgot the kindness of the elephant who listened.

    The Sky-Fire and the Forest’s Plea

    One dry summer, a fire broke out in the forest after a lightning storm. The animals were scared, and the river had run low. Birds cried from the treetops, and mothers hugged their young.

    Elara walked into the heart of the forest. She didn’t run or shout. She simply raised her trunk to the sky.

    And from above, clouds began to gather, thick and soft and full of rain.

    With a deep rumble like a lullaby, the sky opened, and the rain fell. Not too hard, not too fast, just enough to calm the fire and soothe the earth. The animals cheered, and the forest sang again.

    A Gift That Keeps Giving

    Elara never asked for thanks. She never made grand speeches. She simply granted wishes where they were truly needed.

    A frightened cub, a lonely owl, a seed waiting to grow, Elara listened to them all.

    And when the animals asked how her magic worked, she would only smile and say:

    “Real magic comes from listening, from caring, and from giving when it matters most.”

    To this day, they say if you visit the valley under the moonlight and whisper your truest wish, a gentle breeze may carry it to the ears of a wise old elephant who still walks in glowing footprints.

    The End !

  • The Lion’s Roar of Light – A Magical Story About Courage, Belonging, and Inner Strength

    The Lion’s Roar of Light – A Magical Story About Courage, Belonging, and Inner Strength

    Once upon a time, beneath the golden skies of the Great Savannah, lived a young lion named Kazi.

    Unlike other lions, Kazi didn’t roar. Not because he couldn’t, but because he wasn’t sure he should. His voice felt too loud, too strange, too… different. While the others trained their growls and learned to lead, Kazi spent his days chasing butterflies, listening to the wind, and wondering if he really belonged.

    “Why can’t I be like the others?” he often sighed. But the Savannah had secrets. And so did Kazi.

    The Storm and the Whisper

    One evening, as storm clouds gathered over the plains, a strange whisper drifted through the tall grasses.

    “The light… is waiting,” it said.

    That night, lightning danced across the sky, and a deep rumble echoed through the land, not from the clouds, but from the earth itself. Suddenly, a blinding flash struck the tallest acacia tree, splitting it down the middle. From within the trunk, something shimmered, an ancient symbol glowing gold.

    The animals gathered, wide-eyed. “What is it?” they whispered. “What does it mean?” But none could step forward. None, except Kazi.

    The Roar That Changed Everything

    Drawn by something he couldn’t explain, Kazi approached the glowing tree. As he stood before it, the winds howled louder, as if asking him to speak, to roar.

    His heart pounded. “What if I’m too loud? What if I mess it up?” But then he remembered the whisper: “The light is waiting.”

    So he took a deep breath… and roared.

    Not just any roar, a roar of light.

    It rang across the plains like music and thunder. The clouds parted. The winds stilled. And the golden symbol on the tree burst open, releasing waves of shimmering light that spread across the Savannah.

    Where the light touched, flowers bloomed, dry rivers flowed, and the animals felt something magical awaken inside them: hope, joy, and courage. Kazi’s roar hadn’t just opened the tree.

    It had awakened ancient magic buried deep in the land.

    The Lion Who Lit Up the Land

    From that day on, the animals looked to Kazi not with confusion, but with awe.

    He had reminded them that every voice, even one that feels different, has a purpose. That sometimes, the quietest hearts hold the brightest light.

    Kazi still chased butterflies and listened to the wind, but now he roared with pride, knowing that his voice had brought the Savannah back to life.

    And when the stars sparkled above and the grasses swayed below, you could sometimes hear his roar echo in the distance…

    A roar not of fear, but of light.

    The End !

  • The Gecko’s Cloak of Invisibility – A Magical Tale About Courage, Curiosity, and Being Seen

    The Gecko’s Cloak of Invisibility – A Magical Tale About Courage, Curiosity, and Being Seen

    Once upon a time, in a sun-dappled rainforest full of singing birds and rustling leaves, lived a small, bright-eyed gecko named Lumo.

    Lumo was kind and clever, but shy, so shy that he often hid behind ferns whenever the other animals came near. He longed to explore, play, and be brave like the others, but he always felt… invisible. One quiet morning, while exploring deep in the heart of the forest, Lumo found something strange. Nestled between two glowing mushrooms was a single shimmering leaf. It sparkled like dew and hummed with a warm, magical energy. As soon as Lumo touched it, poof!—he vanished.

    The Magic of the Cloak Leaf

    Lumo squeaked in surprise. He looked down, but his little feet had disappeared. So had his tail, and his spots, and even his shadow. He wasn’t gone. He was invisible.

    “This must be an enchanted leaf!” Lumo whispered with wonder. He draped it over his back like a cloak and giggled as he tiptoed past birds, monkeys, and even the sneaky jaguar, without anyone noticing.

    For the first time ever, Lumo felt bold. He visited the tallest trees, peeked into beehives (carefully), and slid down waterfalls with dragonflies. But the more he used the cloak, the more mischievous he became…

    Trouble in the Trees

    One day, while invisible, Lumo played a trick on his forest friends. He made bananas vanish (into his belly), tickled tails without being seen, and knocked over a squirrel’s nut pile just for fun.

    At first, the animals were confused. Then they grew upset. “Who’s doing this?” cried Parrot. “It’s not funny!”

    Lumo suddenly didn’t feel bold anymore. He felt guilty. Hiding had once made him feel safe, but now it made him feel alone.

    That evening, he returned the enchanted leaf to the glowing mushrooms. He took a deep breath and stepped into the clearing, visible, vulnerable, and very sorry. “I used magic to hide,” Lumo said softly, “but I don’t want to hide anymore.”

    A Braver Gecko Shines Bright

    To Lumo’s surprise, the animals didn’t scold him. They smiled.

    “You don’t need magic to be special,” said Monkey. “You just need to be you.”

    From that day on, Lumo played out in the open. He still got nervous sometimes, but he didn’t let fear keep him hidden. The enchanted leaf remained in the forest, waiting quietly for the next creature who needed it.

    But Lumo? He had already discovered the best kind of magic: The courage to be seen.

    The End !

  • The Raccoon and the Dream Crystals – A Gentle Bedtime Tale About Imagination, Wonders, and Responsibility

    The Raccoon and the Dream Crystals – A Gentle Bedtime Tale About Imagination, Wonders, and Responsibility

    Once, at the edge of the Whispering Woods where the trees shimmered silver under moonlight, lived a clever little raccoon named Remy. Remy was curious, very curious. While most animals slept at night, Remy wandered under the stars, poking into hollows, peeking into tree roots, and collecting shiny things in his pouch.

    One evening, just as the moon rose high, Remy spotted a faint glow near the base of an old oak tree. He padded over, brushed away some moss, and gasped. Nestled in the earth were three glowing crystals, red, blue, and gold. They sparkled softly, as if lit from within.

    “They’re beautiful!” Remy whispered, slipping them into his pouch. But as soon as he touched them, something strange happened. The forest shimmered. The wind hushed. And suddenly…

    Dreams Became Real

    Out of nowhere, a giant jellybean bounced across the meadow. “W-what in the woods?” Remy stammered.

    Then came a talking teacup, a flying pancake, and a giraffe wearing roller skates. The woods were filling with dreams, his dreams! He realised the crystals weren’t ordinary at all. They were Dream Crystals, ancient stones that could bring whatever someone dreamed about to life.

    At first, it was fun. Remy dreamed of castles made of cookies, singing mushrooms, and slides that reached the clouds. Everything appeared like magic. But soon, the dreams got bigger. Too big.

    The jellybean grew enormous and bounced into trees. The pancake flapped into a squirrel’s den. And the cookie castle? It melted in the rain and made everything sticky. The forest was getting messy. Animals were waking up. “Remy!” they cried. “What’s going on?” Remy’s whiskers drooped. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just… I just thought it would be fun.”

    A Dreamer with a Duty

    That night, the oldest creature in the forest, Grandma Owl, flew down from her branch. “Dreams are powerful, Remy,” she hooted gently. “They can build worlds, but they can also bring chaos if we’re not careful.”

    Remy nodded slowly. “How do I fix it?” “Simple,” she said, “You must dream wisely. And share that gift with kindness.” So Remy closed his eyes, held the crystals tight, and dreamed of peace:
    A clean forest, happy animals, soft stars above, and sweet dreams in every den. And just like that, the forest returned to calm. The jellybean bounced away. The pancake flew home. The teacup waved goodbye. Remy placed the Dream Crystals back under the old oak, where they nestled once more, glowing quietly.

    From That Night On

    Remy still wandered the woods, but now, he also listened.

    Sometimes, when a little fox had a bad dream, or a young owl couldn’t sleep, Remy would whisper to the crystals. And in the morning, the little ones would wake up smiling, remembering clouds shaped like kittens or glowing lanterns that danced with them in their sleep. Because Remy had learned something magical:

    Dreams are meant to be shared. Gently. Wisely.

    The End !

  • The Tortoise’s Time Shell – A Magical Bedtime Tale About Slowness, Wisdom, and Time Travel

    The Tortoise’s Time Shell – A Magical Bedtime Tale About Slowness, Wisdom, and Time Travel

    Once upon a time, in a peaceful meadow where daisies danced and butterflies whispered, lived a slow and thoughtful tortoise named Tomo.

    Tomo didn’t mind being slow. While the other animals rushed around, he liked to watch the clouds drift, the sun rise and fall, and the seasons change.

    But Tomo had always felt… different.

    His shell, unlike the others, shimmered with tiny golden patterns that changed when the moon was full. Sometimes, it even hummed softly, like a ticking clock in the wind. He didn’t know why. Until one night, something strange happened.

    The Night the Shell Glowed

    On the night of the blue moon, Tomo was resting near the river when his shell began to glow softly, like moonlight on water.

    Then, click! With a gentle pulse, the world around him spun like a spinning top.

    When the world stopped moving, everything looked familiar… but different.

    The trees were shorter. The stars felt brighter. The animals looked younger. Tomo had traveled back in time.

    “Is this… the past?” he whispered. He slowly wandered the meadow, meeting younger versions of animals he knew, before they knew him.

    He even saw himself, just a hatchling, learning to walk.

    His shell, it turned out, was not just for protection.
    It was a Time Shell, a magical gift passed down through the ancient tortoises of the Earth.

    Lessons from the Past (and the Future)

    Over the next few days, Tomo learned how to use his Time Shell. Each time it glowed and clicked, he would land in a different moment, sometimes years ago, sometimes far into the future.

    In the past, he saw mistakes he had made and moments he could now understand better.

    In the future, he saw how his friends grew, how kindness spread, and how even the smallest things, like a smile or a helping claw, changed the world.

    Tomo realised something powerful: Time wasn’t just for going fast.
    It was for learning, for growing… and for being present.

    A Tortoise Who Carried Time on His Back

    Tomo returned to his own time, his shell still faintly glowing with stardust.

    But now, he walked with even more care, because he knew how important each moment was. He didn’t tell many about his travels, but sometimes, when a young animal felt lost or rushed, he’d smile and say:

    “Take your time. There’s more magic in a moment than you think.” And in the quiet meadow, under the changing sky, the tortoise with the Time Shell kept walking, slowly, wisely, and full of wonder.

    The End !

  • The Peacock’s Prism Feathers – A Magical Tale About Truth, Colours, and Quiet Courage

    The Peacock’s Prism Feathers – A Magical Tale About Truth, Colours, and Quiet Courage

    Once upon a time, in a garden full of glowing flowers and singing wind, there lived a quiet peacock named Lumo.

    Lumo was not like the other peacocks. He didn’t boast or dance. But his feathers were unlike anything anyone had ever seen.

    When the light touched him just right, his tail shone with a thousand shimmering colors, like tiny rainbows hidden in every feather.

    The villagers called him the Peacock of Light, but few knew the truth:
    Lumo’s feathers didn’t just glow, they changed colour to match what someone felt inside.

    Some said, “Lumo can see your truth… even if you can’t.”

    The Girl Who Needed to Be Heard

    In a nearby village lived a kind girl named Mira.
    She loved visiting the garden and sitting beside Lumo in silence. She always felt peaceful near him.

    But one day, Mira came with tears in her eyes.

    At school, someone had blamed her for breaking a toy. It wasn’t true, but no one believed her.

    “I didn’t do it,” she whispered, stroking Lumo’s feathers. “I wish someone could just see the truth.”

    Lumo slowly opened his tail.

    One feather glowed bright green. Another shimmered soft blue. Then, right in the middle, a golden spiral appeared, spinning gently.

    Mira gasped. She didn’t know what the colors meant, but somehow, she felt seen, and a little less alone.

    The Peacock Who Could See Feelings

    Word spread through the village. People came to visit Lumo. They watched as his feathers shimmered:

    • Purple when someone was hiding something
    • Red when someone felt guilty
    • Yellow when someone told the truth
    • Pink when someone needed kindness

    Lumo never spoke a word. But his feathers told stories without using a single sentence. He showed that feelings matter, that truth is more than words, and that sometimes, we just need someone to look a little deeper.

    A Garden That Helped Hearts Grow

    Mira began helping Lumo. She greeted visitors, shared what she learned about the colours, and gently helped others understand their feelings.

    Soon, the garden became a place of healing, a quiet, magical space where people listened, forgave, and tried to do better.

    The villagers no longer called Lumo just beautiful.
    They called him wise, kind, and full of light.

    And Mira? She grew into someone who helped others feel safe to tell the truth, even when it was hard. Because thanks to Lumo, she knew:

    Magic isn’t just in feathers or colors.
    It’s in honesty. In courage. And in seeing each other clearly.

    The End !

  • The Horse with Wings: A Magical Animal Tale About Friendship and Courage

    The Horse with Wings: A Magical Animal Tale About Friendship and Courage

    In a quiet green valley, where clouds floated low and flowers grew wild, lived a horse named Whistle.

    Whistle wasn’t fast like the racing horses. He wasn’t strong like the farm horses.
    But he had kind eyes and a soft, shiny coat that shimmered in the sun.

    His best friend was a curious girl named Amara.

    Amara loved telling Whistle stories about magical creatures, flying horses, and sky kingdoms.
    She had no idea that Whistle’s family had once really lived in the sky. Because Whistle had a secret… He came from a long line of magical horses.

    The Wind That Changed Everything

    One cool autumn day, Amara and Whistle walked through the whispering woods. Suddenly, the wind around them changed.
    It didn’t just blow, it sang.
    A soft, sparkling sound only Whistle could understand.

    Whistle froze. His ears twitched. His hooves tingled. Then… he rose off the ground. Just a little.

    Amara’s eyes widened.
    “Did you just float?”

    Whistle neighed softly.
    The wind sang louder, swirling around him like a dance. And then, it happened.

    Two shimmering wings unfolded from his back.
    Silvery. Feathered. Beautiful.

    “You have wings!” Amara cried.
    Whistle nodded. The magic was back.

    Learning to Fly (and Trust the Sky)

    From that day on, Whistle and Amara practiced in secret. They went to the forest every evening, just before the stars came out.

    Whistle would flap his wings and rise above the trees.
    Sometimes Amara rode on his back, holding on tight, giggling with joy.

    Whistle remembered what it felt like to fly, how the wind listened to him, how the clouds opened up like gates. And Amara discovered something too:
    Magic is real, especially when you believe in someone.

    A Sky Full of Secrets

    Soon, people in the village began to wonder. They saw shapes flying in the sky at night, gliding, glowing, gone in a blink.

    But no one ever saw Whistle’s wings up close.
    That was their secret. Amara and Whistle knew their story was special. A story made of friendship, courage, and hidden magic, the kind you don’t need to show off to know it’s real.

    Final Thought: Magic Lives in You.

    Every animal, every person, every friendship holds a little magic. Sometimes it’s hidden. Sometimes it takes a special wind, or a special friend, to bring it out. And when it does… You just might fly.

    The End !

  • The Rabbit in the Waistcoat: A Magical Story with a Mysterious Twist

    The Rabbit in the Waistcoat: A Magical Story with a Mysterious Twist

    Elara was a curious girl with wild dreams and a love for exploring. One morning, while walking near her grandmother’s cottage, she spotted something odd: a white rabbit.

    But not just any rabbit. This one stood upright, wore a dark waistcoat, and held a tiny silver pocket watch.

    Even stranger, the rabbit was watching her.

    When their eyes met, he gave a slow blink, turned, and hopped toward the forest edge.

    Elara didn’t hesitate. Something about him felt like an invitation, like a question waiting to be answered.

    She followed him past the familiar trees and into the unknown.

    The Forest That Remembered

    The forest was different once she crossed a low stone arch hidden in ivy.

    The trees here whispered her name.

    The air shimmered. Flowers turned their heads to look at her.

    Time slowed.

    The rabbit stopped near an ancient tree with deep cracks glowing faint blue. At its base: a door.

    “This is the Door of Remembering,” he said, his voice calm and strange. “It only opens for those who were meant to return.”

    “Return?” Elara asked, heart racing.

    Instead of answering, the rabbit reached out with one paw and touched the door.

    It opened with a soft sigh.

    The Memory Room and the Truth Revealed

    Inside the glowing tree, the walls shimmered like water lit by moonlight.

    Elara stepped quietly into the heart of the forest’s oldest secret.

    All around her, floating orbs drifted gently, each one filled with glimpses of forgotten dreams, castles wrapped in vines, starlit lakes, flying creatures, and people whose faces felt strangely familiar.

    Then one orb paused before her.

    In it, she saw herself, not as she was now, but older, wiser, and standing beside the same white rabbit.

    Her heart fluttered.

    This wasn’t just a magical place.
    It felt like… home.

    The rabbit stood quietly beside her, his eyes warm and knowing.

    “My name is Thistlewick,” he said gently. “And this forest remembers you.”

    Elara turned to him, confused. “Remembers me?”

    He nodded. “Long ago, humans and magical beings lived side by side. But when belief faded, the magic had to hide.

    Still, a few are chosen—ones who never truly forget.”

    “You were one of us, Elara,” he continued. “You were taken from this place as a baby.

    And now, as the forest grows weak, you have returned, just as it was written.”

    Elara’s fingers brushed one of the glowing orbs. A rush of warmth filled her chest, like a long-lost song she almost remembered.
    Magic, or memory, was stirring.

    Awakening the Lost Path.

    Thistlewick led Elara deeper into the forest to a sacred place, a circle of ancient stones pulsing faintly with light.

    “This is where it begins,” he said. “Or where it ends, if we do nothing.”

    Elara stepped forward, her heart pounding. She placed her hand on the tallest stone. The moment she touched it, a wave of golden light rippled through the trees.

    The entire forest came alive.
    She could hear the trees singing, soft and low.
    Hidden doors opened, vines unraveling like ribbons.
    Old creatures stirred, blinking awake after years of silence.

    “You’ve reawakened the path,” Thistlewick whispered. “You’ve given magic a reason to return.”

    When Elara finally walked back to her village, everything looked the same: familiar gardens, chimneys smoking, her grandmother’s cat dozing in the sun.

    But Elara was not the same.
    She carried the magic now. And the forest still whispered her name.

    Sometimes, on quiet evenings, she could hear it in the breeze.

    And sometimes, just as the sun dipped below the trees, her little sister would point and say,

    “There’s a white rabbit outside. He’s wearing a coat. He’s watching us.”

    The End !

  • Lila and the Parrot of the Hidden Island

    Lila and the Parrot of the Hidden Island

    Lila was an adventurous 8-year-old girl with wild curls and an even wilder imagination. Her best friend was Pico, a bright green parrot who could mimic almost anything, doorbells, laughter, even pirate voices!

    But Pico had a secret. He wasn’t an ordinary parrot. And one windy afternoon, everything changed.

    The Feathered Map

    While cleaning the attic, Lila found an old wooden box with a glowing feather inside. Attached was a tiny map and a note:

    “Follow the feather, and you’ll find the island where parrots speak the truth.”

    Lila’s heart raced. Pico squawked, “Adventure time!”

    Sailing to the Secret Island

    With her backpack, compass, and Pico on her shoulder, Lila set sail in her small boat. Waves splashed, clouds rumbled, and just as she was about to turn back, a rainbow stretched across the sky.

    “There!” Pico pointed with his wing. “The island!”

    The Island of Speaking Parrots

    Lush trees, colourful flowers, and parrots of every kind welcomed them. But these parrots weren’t just talking, they were telling stories of the past, songs of the wind, and even warnings about a vanishing treasure.

    One wise old parrot said, “Only a child with a brave heart and a loyal parrot can protect our secret.”

    Lila looked at Pico. “We’re in.”

    The Treasure of the Parrot King

    Guided by riddles and Pico’s sharp memory, Lila and her feathered friends climbed cliffs, crossed rivers, and found a cave shaped like a beak.

    Inside was the Crown of the Parrot King, glowing with golden light.

    But danger was near. A greedy poacher had followed them!

    With quick thinking and a loud “CAW!” from Pico, the parrots swarmed the poacher and sent him running.

    A New Guardian

    The parrots cheered. The island was safe.

    The wise parrot gave Pico a shiny feather necklace and said, “You are now Guardian of the Island. And Lila, you are our bravest explorer.”

    With hearts full of joy and wings ready to soar, Lila and Pico promised to return whenever the island needed them.

    The End !