Once upon a time, in a bright castle on a gentle hill, lived a little fairy named Trin. Trin had soft wings that shimmered like morning dew. Her laughter sounded like tiny bells dancing on the breeze. Every day she helped the flowers in the garden glow. She sprinkled sparkles on each petal and watched them smile.
Across the courtyard stood the Sun Knight, her best friend. He wore shining armor that gleamed like a warm sunrise. He carried a small golden shield shaped like a sun. Every morning, he greeted Trin with a cheerful bow. Together they soared above flagstones and laughed with joy.
In the highest tower, a kind old cook baked sweet pies. In the library shelves, wise owls kept watch at night. The whole castle was full of gentle magic and laughter.
One morning, a dark shadow slipped through the tall gates. It was the old Witch with a crooked broomstick. She looked as sad as a crow on a rainy day. The Witch whispered a hidden spell under trembling lips. Suddenly, the bright walls of the castle turned dull gray.
Flowers drooped in the garden, colors fading like lost dreams. The cook’s pies turned plain with no berry or cream. The owls closed their eyes and sat silent on branches.
Trin rushed to the courtyard and gasped at the change. The Sun Knight galloped in on his spotted white horse. “Oh no,” he cried, “the castle has lost its bright hues!” Trin’s heart fluttered. She felt a tingle of worry. She took a deep breath and shook her small fists.
“We will bring back the colors,” she declared with hope. The Sun Knight nodded and smiled his brave sunshine smile. They held hands and flew to the garden first.
The rose bush there looked gray like silver dust. Trin whispered softly, “Colors, come back, I need your warmth.” She gently tapped each petal with her glittering wand. But nothing happened. The petals stayed dull and quiet.
The Sun Knight knelt and polished his sun shield. He held the shield high to catch a bright beam. A single ray of golden light landed on a bud. Slowly, a tiny red tinge appeared on the first rose.
Trin gasped with joy. “It worked! Shine more, dear friend.” They moved from flower to flower, shining the sun beam. One by one, the roses turned lively and red.
Next they flew to the fountain at the courtyard’s heart. Water had lost its sparkle and fell like gray glue. Trin dipped her wings into the pool of still gloom. She flapped gently, stirring soft ripples of hope.
The Sun Knight aimed his shield toward the sky. A sunbeam reflected down and hit the water’s glass face. Tiny rainbow ripples danced across the bubbling water. The fountain returned to life with bright blues and greens.
Trin clapped her tiny hands and laughed with delight. Every sound seemed sweeter, every shimmer felt like magic.
They hurried next to the grand hall filled with tapestries. Every wall hanging looked gray as a sleeping cloud. The Witch hovered nearby behind a shadowed pillar. She tapped her broomstick and stirred up a gust of dust.
“Stop!” she cackled softly. “You cannot undo my gloomy spell!” Trin squared her shoulders and answered with a steady voice. “We believe in laughter and sunlight. We will defeat your gray.”
The Witch frowned as Trin flew closer to each tapestry. The Sun Knight shone his gleaming shield on faded threads. Hints of gold and scarlet began to sparkle in the weave. A swirl of violet and green unfurled across the wall. The tapestries bloomed with bright scenes of dancing dancers.
The Witch fluttered her cloak and tried one more spell. But love and friendship were stronger than her lonely gloom. She sighed and floated down, no longer fierce.
Trin landed softly before the Witch with a gentle nod. “Would you like some help finding brightness again?” she asked. The Witch dropped her broom and stared at the fairy. Then she whispered, “I forgot what color feels like.”
Trin smiled and took the Witch’s cold hand in hers. The Sun Knight offered a slice of berry pie. The Witch tasted the sweet filling and blinked with surprise. “It is warm and red,” she said, “I had forgot.”
Trin giggled and sprinkled a little sparkle on her cloak. Suddenly, the Witch’s robe glowed in soft lavender shades. All her sadness lifted like morning mist in sunlight.
Together they returned to every part of the castle. Walls, towers, doors, and windows all bloomed with fresh hues. Pink petals floated from the gardens to the highest towers. Bright flags waved in the breeze like happy birds.
The cook offered slices of pie to everyone in joy. The owls hooted a soft tune of friendship at dusk. The Sun Knight tipped his helmet in a happy bow. The Witch hugged Trin in a gentle crumbly hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You taught me to believe.” Trin smiled widely and winked at her new friend. “Magic is strongest when we share it with others.”
As twilight came, the castle glowed like a painted lantern. Fireflies danced in the air with twinkling lights. Trin and the Sun Knight held hands and rested. The Witch flew away to share bright colors elsewhere.
The castle kept its magic shining through every night. And if you ever visit, you will see warm hues. You might catch a glimpse of Trin’s sparkly wings. Or hear the laughter of a knight under the moon.
The end of this tale shines bright with friendship.