THE ENCHANTED VIOLIN ( story 2)

In a quiet mountain town hidden by mists and pine trees, there lived a girl named Lyra. She had a brown hair and blue.

She worked in a small bakery, kneading dough every morning, her fingers often dusted in flour, her apron stained with sweetness. But after sunset, Lyra became someone else— someone full of wonder.

Each night, under the moon’s soft light, she wandered to a cleaning near the riverbank where fireflies danced, there, she played a glowing glass violin she had discovered in the heart of the forest when she was just seven, no one else knew about it—not even her patents. The violin shimmered with a gentle silver glow and sang songs that made the wind sigh and stars lean closer.

Her music had magic. Flowers bloomed out of season, animals gathered silently, and once, it was said, a baby who had stopped breathing began to laugh again nearby.

One night, as she played a gentle melody a strange sound echoed behind her—footsteps, careful and slow. Turning cautiously, she saw a tall boy with raven–black hair and eyes like golden lanterns in the dark.

“I'm sorry,” he said, his voice soft, “but I've been hearing your song for nights. It called me. ”

His name was ashen. He said he was a prince—but not from her world. He was from a real. Of twilight, a place caught between night flowed like rivers and time bent like branches in the wind.

Lyra didn't laugh or doubt him. She simply said, “then maybe you're the kind of dream that doesn't fade. ”

Every night after that, ashen returned. They would sit by river, talking of music, stars, and the things they feared. Lyra learned that ashen was caused –he could only walk in the human world during moonlight. When the moon disappeared, so would he.

Unless... the violin’s magic was used to bind this soul to hers.

But there was a cost.

The violin would vanish forever, and with it, the music that healed others, the magic that made her heart fly.

One evening, as the moon hung low and dim, ashen looked at her with sorrow. “Don't lose your gift for me. I'd rather vanish than take your music away. ”

Tears filled Lyra's eyes. “My music was always lonely,” she whispered, “until you came. ”

She raised the violin and played one final song. The melody was full of warmth and longing, each note glowing brighter than the last. As the last string sang its final note, the violin burst into silver light, wrapping around Ashe's form.

The next moment, he stood there–not as a fading prince, but as a real boy. His hand reached for hers, warm and solid.

They stayed together, baking bread by day and watching stars by night. And though the enchanted violin was gone, a new kind of magic lived in their hearts–a love born from music, sealed by sacrifice.

they live there life happily 🥰🫶🏻

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