The Little Prince wakes up early in the Mystic Citadel. He feels excited about the new day. He wears his blue cloak trimmed with silver moon stars.
The sun paints golden rays on tall stone walls. He hums a happy tune as he steps outside. His small boots tap softly on the cool marble floor.
A gentle breeze rustles the ivy leaves overhead. It whispers secrets he cannot yet fully understand. Tiny petals dance along the winding pathways.
He holds a small parchment map in his eager hands. The map shows a path winding through hidden gardens. He studies its curving lines with bright curious eyes.
The key will open a shiny chest at the castle’s heart. The chest hides a special treasure inside its ornate golden frame. He imagines the treasure sparkling under the moonlight.
The Wizard lives near the tallest tower at the citadel’s edge. He is kind and wise, with a long silver beard and gentle eyes. A soft glow surrounds his crystal scepter.
The Little Prince approaches with hope and respectful admiration. He bows politely, brushing his cloak lightly on the marble floor. He speaks in a clear, hopeful voice.
"I seek the lost key in the secret garden, dear Wizard." He asks with sincerity sparkling in his young eyes. He imagines the chest opening under starlight.
The Wizard smiles gently and nods in silent approval. "Follow the path of glowing flowers," he says in a calm whisper. His warm voice echoes softly through the ancient courtyard.
Tiny lights glow from the wizard’s twisty wooden wand tip. They dance like cheerful fireflies under the moonlit sky. The Prince’s face shines with wonder and delight.
The Little Prince giggles softly and takes gentle steps forward. He follows the glowing lights through winding corridors. Flowers bloom along the path, glowing soft pink in the moonlight.
They walk past flower beds and marble paths lined with ancient lanterns. Each lantern shines like a tiny smiling face. The air smells sweet like honeyed jasmine petals.
In the garden, colors shine bright under silvery night. Roses bloom in deep red and shy blue bells ring softly. Fireflies hover above dewy green leaves, twinkling warmly.
The Prince spots a dark hedge maze with towering walls. He feels a small shiver of nervousness in his kind heart. He holds his breath and steps carefully forward.
The Witch lives inside that twisting, mysterious maze of hedges. She watches visitors with curious green eyes hidden in shadow. Some say she is grumpy but secretly wise.
She hides in narrow paths and shadowy corners among the hedges. The maze echoes with soft sighs when the wind moves leaves. The Prince’s heart beats steady with growing courage.
The Little Prince takes a deep breath and stands tall. He remembers the Wizard’s warm, encouraging words from before. He decides to be brave and show gentle kindness.
He steps into the maze with careful, hopeful steps. The Wizard waves the wand behind him to cast gentle guiding lights. The glowing lights shimmer like soft stars in the dark.
Thorns cling to the maze walls like long curious fingers. The Prince hums his happy tune again to calm himself. His song floats softly through the silent pathways.
A sudden cackle echoes around him from hidden corners. The Witch steps forward and blocks the winding path. Her cloak swirls like midnight clouds in the moonlight.
Her tall hat is crooked and edged with shimmering spiderweb lace. She scowls with a crooked smile that seems both scary and playful. The night air tingles with a soft, magical hum.
"Why do you wander here, little one?" she asks in a raspy whisper. Her voice sounds like leaves rustling in autumn wind. The Prince hears his own heartbeat as he answers.
The Prince replies, "I need to find the key for a dear friend." He speaks with a calm, brave tone that surprises the Witch. His words shine with honesty under the starlit sky.
The Witch studies him with curious, thoughtful eyes full of age-old wisdom. She taps her long finger on the gnarled oak staff beside her. The moonlight casts dancing shadows on the maze floor.
"Answer my riddle true, and I may help you on your quest," she offers in a gentle, whispering voice. The Prince nods, feeling his courage grow stronger. He listens closely to her soft, tricky riddle.
The riddle flows like a gentle puzzle of words and rhymes. The Prince wrinkles his brow and thinks about each shining line. He closes his eyes and breathes in the night air.
His bright mind lights up with ideas like glowing lanterns. He whispers his clever answer softly, with a hopeful, steady voice. The Witch pauses, then breaks into a pleased, toothy grin.
The Witch claps in surprise and admiration for his smart heart. She steps aside, revealing a secret clearing bathed in golden moonlight. Petals drift gently on the cool nighttime breeze.
In the secret clearing, a golden key rests on a smooth stone. It glows softly as if happy to be found again. The Prince steps forward slowly and picks it up with care.
The key feels warm in his gentle, small palm. He holds it close to his chest with a gentle smile. He thanks the Witch with a deep, polite bow.
The Witch lifts her finger in a soft farewell gesture. Her green eyes twinkle kindly before she vanishes in a swirl of silver mist. The maze falls silent once more.
He hurries back through the winding hedge paths now glowing faintly. The guiding lights from the wizard’s wand wink like friendly stars. He follows them until he sees the open gates.
The Wizard greets him with open arms and a proud smile. "Well done, brave friend," he says with warmth in his gentle voice. Stars twinkle above them like tiny, cheering lights.
They walk together to a grand chest of carved oak and shining brass. The Little Prince places the golden key in the ornate lock. The lock clicks open with a happy, echoing chime.
They open the shiny chest together to find a glowing music box inside. It plays a soft, joyful melody that drifts like fairy laughter. The notes swirl around them like dancing butterflies.
The Little Prince smiles widely as the music fills the cool night air. Birds on nearby branches begin to sing along softly in harmony. Even the marble walls seem to hum with delight.
He learns that courage and kindness help you find what you seek. A gentle heart and steady hope unlock many hidden treasures. He feels proud of himself and happy in his heart.
As the sun rises behind the tall towers of the Mystic Citadel, the Prince holds his gift close. He cannot wait to share the music box’s sweet song with all his new friends. A soft breeze swirls around him, whispering that tomorrow brings fresh adventures and gentle wonders.