The Palace of Berry
There was a beautiful pigeon, named
Ozilie, who lived in the peace jungle, called Jevenille jungle. Ozilie lived
with her parents.
One night, Ozilie wanted blackberries.
She flew from one tree to another tree and landed into the ground then flew
again. She flew around the Jevenille but no result. She felt tired, her left
wing became weak. “What happened with my wings?” she cried. Inhabitants of
Juvenille had slept, so no one knew her. She just waited for impossible helped.
She sat and took a rest at a big tree.
The next morning, she found her left
wing was bandaged and her body was covered with smooth fur. She made her wing free by her beak. “Was
it a letter?” she surprised when found hand writing behind the bandage.
Beauty,
last night I found your body was very tired. Your left wing was not same with
your right wing, it looked too weak. So, I begged my youngest sister to give
olive oil over your body and accompany you over the night. My blanket made you
warm over night, right?
You are the most
beautiful girl that I have met in this world. Hopefully, onetime I will see you
again.
Regard Princ. LIONELE
She
was very glad with the letter. She went home with the most beautiful smile.
“lalalala….lalalala…” she sang. Her father had already in front of the door.
“Where were you?” he asked. Ozilie
answered his questions very clear, so her father was not angry. In the bedroom,
she still kept smiling. She thought to go to that tree every night. She shared
about the letter to her mother. “Prince Lionele? He is the prince of owl.
Honey, please… kept your heart, it was just a letter,” she worried. Her mother
was very anxious. She was afraid that her daughter felt in love the prince too
fast. “It would be never ever happened!” said her father.
Ozilie
did not care with their notice. Every night, she went to the big tree and every
morning she got a love letter from Prince Lionele. She was really felt in love
with him. The tenth letter was written that he wanted Ozilie became his
princess. That letter made her parents did not know what would be they did. They wanted her daughter happy but in the deep
heart, they did not permit. “Honey, you were pigeon and he was the owl, you
could not be with him!” said her mother in heart.
In
the twentieth night, she wanted to meet him in his kingdom. The moon was in the
up of head. She made sure herself to fly to the up of the big tree. She saw the
big kingdom there. The door was decorated with berry trees and there was corn
garden. “Waw!” she yelled. The kingdom was very noisy. Someone asked “Hey, what
are you doing here?” She ran quickly.
“Don’t
be afraid,” he said calmly. She asked his named, and he answered, “I am Prince
Lionele.” His smile made Ozilie’s heart was blooming. “Are you serious?” she
asked. “Yes!” She looked him from bottom to the top. “You are very handsome,” she
whispered. “Don’t be a liar no one says that our species are handsome.” He told
about the owl kingdom that isolated them selves. They always became actors of
mockery. They did activities in the night and slept in the day to keep them
from the world outside.
Actually,
he was shy because Ozilie has come to him early. He talked about his heart to
her. “Do you like berry?” he asked. “Yes, I love berry. Why?” she answered. “If
you want, I will build you a berry house, with various berries there. Do you
want it?” Ozilie was very happy after hearing his statement. “Yes, I want it.”
“But………” he stopped for a moment. “But…What?” He leaved her and took something.
“Are you doubt with me?” she asked. “But you must be my princess …. Will you
marry me?” he opened the box that he held. It was a beautiful silver crown. She
was speechless. “Come back to your home and I will come!” they were smile very
glad.
Ozilie
was sure with her heart. The Prince said that in the next night he would come
to her house. Really, they came with the king and the queen. They decided the
dates of the wedding party. When the neighborhood heard that news they mocked
them. Her parents decided to carry out the wedding in the jungle, without their
family from their species.
The
precious moment was in front of eyes. The bride wore the beautiful silver gown.
More than beautiful, it also shined in the dark of night. The bridegroom wore
the prince costume. They were very glad. After the party end, Princess Ozilie
and Prince Lionelle decided to fly together around the jungle. Their parents
announced that it was very danger because the moon was not in the top of head.
It meant that the time was near to the morning and the prince would be blind.
“I will hold my love,” said the princess softly.
They
started to fly from the jungle and they said good bye with the most beautiful
smile. They danced in the sky then sat in the branch. They flew again and moved
from one tree to another. They celebrated and declared their love to the world.
“Are
you happy?” asked the Prince. “Very happy,” she held his right wing. They made romantic
moment. The prince heard hidden sound from a tree in front of him. “Dangerous,”
he said. “What do you mean?” she answered. “No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he heard sound of
wind solder. He flew in front of her, but she pushed his body to left. He
bumped into the body of tree. “Honey …. Honey…” he called his wife. She felt in
the ground weakly. He believed that she would be safe. He carried her to the
hospital of the kingdom. One….. Two ….. Three …… Four hours. She did not take a
breath. She whispered him, “Remember… My endless love… Please, take care of my
parents well because they are more precious than me. I am sorry, did not give
you something. I love you. I love you very much.” She closed her eyes.
The
prince was very sad. He did not have spirit to live but live must go on. They
promised to give berry house for her. Eventually, he built a berry house,
called The Palace of Berry. That place was for her last rest. He decorated it
with various berry. He also made the love letters from him which became an
album that placed there. Near there, he built a big house to her parents. He
kept the last message from his wife very well.
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