High in the foggy hills of Mistwood, where clouds curled around the mountaintops and the stars seemed close enough to touch, lived a wise old llama named Liora. Her fur was soft as snow, and her eyes glowed with a quiet kindness.

But Liora had a secret, she was the guardian of a legendary lantern. This lantern didn’t burn with ordinary fire. It glowed only when held by someone pure of heart. Some said it was lit by ancient starlight, others believed it carried the warmth of a thousand good deeds. Many had tried to claim it, greedy goats, boastful bears, even a sneaky snake, but none had ever made the lantern shine.

The Light Within

Remy approached the lantern, a beautiful glass orb resting on an ancient stone pedestal. He touched it gently with his tiny paws. Nothing happened. He stepped back, ears drooping. “Maybe I’m not good enough after all.”

Liora walked beside him. “True light doesn’t come from power. It comes from purpose.” Remy looked back at the lantern and thought of his family, his friends in the valley, and the joy of helping others, of carrying warm bread to neighbours, sharing stories on stormy nights, and planting seeds no one else noticed. Suddenly, the lantern flickered. Then glowed. A soft, golden light filled the mountaintop, chasing away the mist and warming the air like sunshine after snow.