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Fairy Tale: The Magical Kingdom

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there existed a magical kingdom where fairies, elves, and unicorns lived in harmony. The kingdom was ruled by a wise and kind queen who had a heart as pure as gold. Her name was Queen Amara, and she was loved by all the creatures in the kingdom.

One day, a wicked sorcerer named Malakar cast a spell on the kingdom, plunging it into darkness and chaos. The once vibrant flowers wilted, the rivers dried up, and the animals became sick. Queen Amara knew that she had to do something to save her kingdom.

She embarked on a dangerous journey to find the only thing that could break Malakar's curse – the Crystal of Light. Legend had it that the crystal was hidden deep within the enchanted forest, guarded by a ferocious dragon. Undeterred, Queen Amara set out with her loyal companions – a brave knight, a cunning elf, and a gentle unicorn.

As they journeyed through the forest, they encountered many obstacles and challenges. But Queen Amara's courage and determination never wavered. Finally, after days of searching, they found the Crystal of Light shimmering in a hidden cave.

With the crystal in her hand, Queen Amara returned to the kingdom and confronted Malakar. A fierce battle ensued, but in the end, the power of the crystal proved stronger than the sorcerer's dark magic. The curse was lifted, and the kingdom was restored to its former glory.

The creatures of the kingdom rejoiced, and Queen Amara was hailed as a hero. The flowers bloomed once again, the rivers flowed with crystal-clear water, and peace and harmony reigned supreme.

And so, Queen Amara's bravery and selflessness saved the magical kingdom from destruction, proving that love and courage will always triumph over evil.

Fairy Tale: The Lost Princess

In a distant land, there was a kingdom ruled by a kind and just king. The king had a beautiful daughter named Princess Elara, who was beloved by all the people in the kingdom. But one fateful day, Princess Elara disappeared without a trace, leaving the king and the kingdom in despair.

For years, the king searched far and wide for his lost daughter, but to no avail. Rumors spread that the princess had been kidnapped by an evil sorcerer who had enchanted her and hidden her away in a tower guarded by fearsome creatures.

One day, a brave young knight named Sir Cedric heard of the princess's plight and vowed to rescue her. Armed with his sword and shield, Sir Cedric set out on a perilous journey to find the lost princess and bring her back to the kingdom.

After many days of travel, Sir Cedric finally reached the tower where the princess was held captive. He fought his way past the creatures and climbed to the top of the tower, where he found Princess Elara in a deep sleep, her beauty untouched by the passage of time.

Sir Cedric gently woke the princess from her slumber, and as soon as her eyes met his, she remembered who she was. With tears of joy, Princess Elara embraced Sir Cedric and thanked him for his bravery and determination.

Together, they returned to the kingdom, where the king welcomed his daughter back with open arms. The people rejoiced at the return of the lost princess, and Sir Cedric was hailed as a hero for his courage and selflessness.

And so, Princess Elara was reunited with her family, and the kingdom was once again filled with happiness and hope. The tale of the lost princess and the brave knight became a legend, reminding all who heard it that true love and determination can conquer even the darkest of challenges.

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　　The Black Cat黑猫的英文版童话，希望大家喜欢。

　　英文版童话之The Black Cat

　　You are not going to believe this story. But it is a true story, as true as I sit here writing it—as true as I will die in the morning. Yes, this story ends with my end, with my death tomorrow.

　　I have always been a kind and loving person—everyone will tell you this. They will also tell you that I have always loved animals more than anything. When I was a little boy, my family always had many different animals round the house. As I grew up, I spent most of my time with them, giving them their food and cleaning them.

　　I married when I was very young, and I was happy to find that my wife loved all of our animal friends as much as I did. She bought us the most beautiful animals. We had all sorts of birds, gold fish, a fine dog and a cat.

　　The cat was a very large and beautiful animal. He was black, black all over, and very intelligent. He was so intelligent that my wife often laughed about what some people believe; some people believe that all black cats are evil, enemies in a cat's body.

　　Pluto—this was the cat's name—was my favourite. It was always I who gave him his food, and he followed me everywhere. I often had to stop him from following me through the streets! For years, he and I lived happily together, the best of friends.

　　But during those years I was slowly changing. It was that evil enemy of Man called Drink who was changing me. I was not the kind, loving person people knew before. I grew more and more selfish. I was often suddenly angry about unimportant things. I began to use bad language, most of all with my wife. I even hit her sometimes. And by that time, of course, I was often doing horrible things to our animals. I hit all of them—but never Pluto. But, my illness was getting worse—oh yes, drink is an illness! Soon I began to hurt my dear Pluto too.

　　I remember that night very well. I came home late, full of drink again. I could not understand why Pluto was not pleased to see me. The cat was staying away from me. My Pluto did not want to come near me! I caught him and picked him up, holding him strongly. He was afraid of me and bit my hand.

　　Suddenly, I was not myself any more. Someone else was in my body: someone evil, and mad with drink! I took my knife from my pocket, held the poor animal by his neck and cut out one of his eyes.

　　The next morning, my mind was full of pain and horror when I woke up. I was deeply sorry. I could not understand how I could do such an evil thing. But drink soon helped me to forget.

　　Slowly the cat got better. Soon he felt no more pain. There was now only an ugly dry hole where the eye once was. He began to go round the house as usual again. He never came near me now, of course, and he ran away when I went too close.

　　I knew he didn't love me any more. At first I was sad. Then, slowly, I started to feel angry, and I did another terrible thing . . .

　　I had to do it—I could not stop myself. I did it with a terrible sadness in my heart—because I knew it was evil. And that was why I did it—yes! I did it because I knew it was evil. What did I do? I caught the cat and hung him by his neck from a tree until he was dead.

　　That night I woke up suddenly—my bed was on fire. I heard people outside shouting, 'Fire! Fire!' Our house was burning! I, my wife and our servant were lucky to escape. We stood and watched as the house burned down to the ground.

　　There was nothing left of the building the next morning. All the walls fell down during the night, except one - a wall in the middle of the house. I realized why this wall did not burn: because there was new plaster on it. The plaster was still quite wet.

　　I was surprised to see a crowd of people next to the wall. They were talking, and seemed to be quite excited. I went closer and looked over their shoulders. I saw a black shape in the new white plaster. It was the shape of large cat, hanging by its neck.

　　I looked at the shape with complete horror. Several minutes passed before I could think clearly again. I knew I had to try to think clearly. I had to know why it was there.

　　I remembered hanging the cat in the garden of the house next door. During the fire the garden was full of people. Probably, someone cut the dead cat from the tree and threw it through the window—to try and wake me. The falling walls pressed the animal's body into the fresh plaster. The cat burned completely, leaving the black shape in the new plaster. Yes, I was sure that was what happened.

　　But I could not forget that black shape for months. I even saw it in my dreams. I began to feel sad about losing the animal. So I began to look for another one. I looked mostly in the poor parts of our town where I went drinking. I searched for another black cat, of the same size and type as Pluto.

　　One night, as I sat in a dark and dirty drinking-house, I noticed a black object on top of a cupboard, near some bottles of wine. I was surprised when I saw it. 'I looked at those bottles a few minutes ago,' I thought, 'and I am sure that object was not there before . . .'

　　I got up, and went to see what it was. I put my hand up, touched it, and found that it was a black cat - a very large one, as large as Pluto. He looked like Pluto too - in every way but one: Pluto did not have a white hair anywhere on his body; this cat had a large white shape on his front.

　　He got up when I touched him, and pressed the side of his head against my hand several times. He liked me. This was the animal I was looking for! He continued to be very friendly and later, when I left, he followed me into the street. He came all the way home with me— we now had another house - and came inside. He immediately jumped up on to the most comfortable chair and went to sleep. He stayed with us, of course. He loved both of us and very soon he became my wife's favourite animal.