Miles is a small ninja. He wears a bright red scarf. He has soft shoes. He has quick feet. He lives near the Sorcerer’s Tower. The tower is old and tall. It has many windows. It has a pointy roof. It sounds quiet inside. Miles likes the tower. He waves at it each morning. The grass is soft and green. The sun is warm. Birds chirp each morning.
One day Miles met Monkey. Monkey is a little friend. Monkey has brown fur. Monkey is playful. Monkey loves to swing. Monkey loves to laugh. Monkey comes with a bright drum. The drum is blue and round. Monkey taps a gentle beat. It brings joy. They play near the tower. The wind is sweet. Flowers dance in light.
Suddenly a cool wind blew. A soft sound called. They froze. They saw a shape. It was the Living Shadow. It was dark. It floated on the grass. It whispered a quiet sound. It looked lonely. Monkey got scared. Monkey dropped the drum. The drum rolled away. It bounced on a stone. It rolled behind a mossy log. Tiny bugs crawl nearby. Leaves whisper in wind.
Monkey began to cry. Miles knelt down. He said, “Do not worry.” He smiled kindly. He stood up tall. He said, “I will help you.” Monkey stopped crying. Monkey nodded. Miles took Monkey’s hand. They began a quest to find the drum. They feel hope again. Their steps are light.
They walked around the tower. They looked under bushes. They looked near roots. They looked behind stones. They listened to echoes. They called, “Drum, come back!” The echo was soft. It sounded like a small beat. They followed the beat. They felt their hearts beat in time. Their smiles grow bright.
They passed a circle of bright flowers. The flowers glowed in the shade. They felt calm. Miles said, “We are close.” Monkey whispered, “I see it.” The drum sat on a leaf. It was dusty. It waited patiently. Miles reached out. He touched the drum softly. It felt warm. Monkey smiled. The world feels happy. All seems well.
Just then the Living Shadow appeared. It hovered above the drum. It looked sad. It pointed at its chest. Miles understood. The Shadow felt lonely and cold. Miles said, “You can join us.” He reached into his bag. He found a sweet fruit. He offered it gently. The Shadow drifted closer. It breathes a soft sigh. It glowed a little. It took the fruit with a small rustle.
The Shadow changed shape. It grew soft and bright. It landed on a branch. It smiled and winked. It tapped a tiny beat. Monkey laughed. The drum echoed the beat. Miles joined with a clap. They made a happy song together.
They danced around the tower door. The sun peeked over the hill. The tower glowed. The three friends felt joy. Miles hugged Monkey. Monkey hugged Miles. The Shadow drifted by with a wave. They shared a gentle meal near soft moss. All tastes sweet. They laugh with full hearts. They rested as the sky turned pink.
When night came, they said goodnight. They left the drum by a rock. They walked home side by side. Stars shine above them. They felt brave. They felt happy. They learned that friendship can light up even a shadow. They fell asleep with a happy heart. Peace lives here. Child smiles gently. All was well.