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Penny and the Drifting Island

Penny was an inquisitive young lady with wild, wavy hair and eyes that shone with amazement. She wanted to investigate, continuously searching out new experiences. Her little town was settled at the foot of tall, dim mountains. In any case, Penny had heard murmurs regarding something undeniably really thrilling — an otherworldly drifting island.

Consistently, as she strolled through the town, Penny would look up at the sky, expecting to get a brief look at the strange island. It was said to show up just to those with a genuine feeling of marvel and a bold heart. Not entirely set in stone to track down it.

One bright morning, Penny gathered her pack with a note pad, a pencil, and a sandwich. She put on her number one experience cap, and decisively, she set off toward the mountains.

“Where are you going, Penny?” her mother called from the entryway.

“I will track down the drifting island!” Penny replied happily.

Her mother giggled and waved. “Best of luck, Penny! Make sure to be protected.”

Penny strolled for a really long time, her feet crunching on the timberland floor, her eyes examining the skies. The mountains were steep, and the air was cool and new. Following some serious time climbing, Penny found a little, quiet clearing where she chose to camp for the evening.

As she plunked down to eat her sandwich, Penny gazed toward the stars. There, between the glimmering lights, she assumed she saw something uncommon — a weak gleam somewhere far off.

Her heart hustled. Might it at some point be? Penny snatched her journal and portrayed the shape she saw. It seemed to be a little island, drifting high over the mists, washed in delicate brilliant light. Without the slightest hesitation, she assembled her things and followed the sparkle.

Through the trees she traveled, up a winding way that appeared to wander aimlessly voluntarily. The farther she went, the more splendid the light became, until abruptly —

It was right there!

The Drifting Island.

It was significantly more brilliant than Penny had envisioned. A rich island of green trees and shimmering cascades, suspended overhead by nothing by any stretch of the imagination. The island floated tenderly, floating with the breeze. Splendid, vivid birds flew all through the mists, and sensitive blossoms sprouted in the air.

Penny couldn’t accept the obvious reality. She ventured forward, awestruck, and that is the point at which she saw something different — a little, gleaming entryway at the edge of the island.

Penny’s heart skirted a thump. The entryway was alluring her. Decisively, she moved toward it. The entryway squeaked open as though it had been hanging tight for her from the start.

Inside was a quiet room loaded up with delicate light and peculiar, shining items. In the focal point of the room stood a sort, savvy looking owl with feathers as completely white.

“Welcome, Penny,” the owl said in a profound, warm voice. “I’m Orin, the guardian of the Drifting Island.”

Penny wheezed. “You know my name?”

“I do,” Orin answered, gesturing gradually. “The island just uncovers itself to the people who are genuinely inquisitive and courageous. You are one of them.”

Orin fluttered his wings and drove Penny to the focal point of the island. “This island holds privileged insights of the world,” he made sense of. “It has been drifting for a really long time, stowed away from the people who are not prepared to comprehend. However, you, Penny, are prepared.”

Penny’s eyes shone with energy. “What insider facts? Might you at any point show me?”

The owl grinned. “I can, however you should vow to guard them in your heart, for the island’s sorcery is a fortune, not to be shared too without any problem.”

Penny gestured genuinely. “I guarantee.”

Orin drove Penny to the most noteworthy pinnacle of the island, where a terrific telescope stood. The telescope was pointed straightforwardly at the stars.

“Glance through it,” Orin said.

Penny looked from the perspective. The stars moved and gleamed, framing examples and shapes she had never seen. She saw dreams of distant spots, animals of legend, and the eventual fate of the world unfurling before her eyes. It was like the actual universe was uncovering its insider facts to her.

“I see… so much,” Penny murmured, overpowered with amazement.

After what felt like both an unfathomable length of time and one minute, Orin tenderly contacted her shoulder. “It is the ideal opportunity for you to return, Penny. The island won’t remain in one spot for eternity. Yet, now that you’ve seen its mysteries, you will convey them with you.”

Penny gestured, her heart full. She would have rather not left, however she realize that the island’s wizardry would constantly accompany her.

With a last gander at the drifting heaven, Penny ventured back through the shining entryway, and unexpectedly, the island was no more. Once more, the sky was quiet, with just the delicate stir of the trees in the breeze.

Penny advanced down the mountain, her psyche twirling with the miracles she had seen. She was unable to stand by to impart her experience to her family, however she realized a few things were intended to be kept mystery. She would continuously recollect the Drifting Island and the supernatural owl who showed her the stars.

What’s more, perhaps, quite possibly, at some point, she would think that she is way back.

The End.