Princess Melayna

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Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky.

No one knew why it happened—only that it began on the day a very special girl was born.

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In a regular town, full of regular people, lived a girl that everyone wanted to know.

Her name was Melayna—or as the town called her, the Purple Sky Princess.

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She was beautiful, with bright brown eyes, freckles like stars, and a soft, golden smile.

Everyone admired her. Everyone watched her.

But no one really knew her.

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Being adored wasn’t the same as being understood.

Melayna was like a painting in a gallery—lovely to look at, but never touched by the heart.

Wherever she went, she was seen, but not heard.

And little by little, a piece of her heart grew quiet and cold.

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Then one day, something unusual happened.

A boy she didn’t recognize walked up to her at school.

She prepared herself for the usual list of compliments—

but instead, he said something completely different.

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“I found this,” he said, holding out a folded piece of paper.

It was a painting—her painting.

She had left it behind in the library without realizing.

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“I saw this and… you have real talent,” the boy said softly. “It’s beautiful.”

Melayna blinked. Her face changed in a way she didn’t understand.

She wasn’t used to being seen this way—

Not for her face.

But for her heart.

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The boy grew nervous at her silence.

He handed the painting to her and walked away.

She stood there, speechless, while her eyes said everything.

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The rest of the week, Melayna searched for the boy.

After one week, she thought maybe he was sick.

After two, she feared he had switched schools.

After three, she wondered if she had scared him away.

After four, she began to doubt if he had ever been real at all.

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Summer approached.

Melayna still didn’t know who she was or how to be truly seen—

not by eyes, but by hearts.

So she returned to the place where she always felt like herself—

the library.

And she began to paint.

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As she painted, something strange happened.

An image began to form—

his face.

She painted the boy from memory, brushstroke by brushstroke,

recreating the first pair of eyes that had truly seen her.

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Tears fell on the canvas.

Not because she missed him,

but because in this one painting,

she finally felt whole.

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When the painting was finished, she sat quietly, staring at it.

It was perfect.

So perfect, it gave her an idea.

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Melayna had never shared her paintings with anyone.

Not one.

But now… maybe this one could help her find him.

Or maybe—

it could help someone else feel seen, too.

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And so, the Purple Sky Princess walked through town with her painting tucked under her arm,

ready to be more than just beautiful—

ready to be known.

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🌟 CONTINUATION: Melayna’s Courage

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But being ready… doesn’t mean being fearless.

Melayna’s hands shook as she showed her painting to someone for the first time—

her mother.

Not a word was said for a long time.

Then:

“It’s beautiful,” her mother whispered. “Just like you.”

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One by one, Melayna shared her art with people she trusted.

A teacher.

A neighbor.

Her best friend from kindergarten.

Each time, her voice grew steadier.

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Then came the big moment:

The school’s annual art contest.

Melayna had always watched from the audience—

but this year, something in her heart said:

“Show them.”

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She stayed up for days perfecting her painting.

Not just any painting—

the one of the boy who had seen her.

The one that had helped her see herself.

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On the day of the contest, she stood in front of a crowd

with trembling fingers and a pounding heart.

But she didn’t run.

She let the painting speak.

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And then—

she waited.

Days passed.

Then a week.

Melayna tried not to hope.

But hope doesn’t ask permission.

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The results came in.

She won.

But still… no word from the boy.

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Until one evening, at the library—

she turned a corner,

and there he was.

Smiling.

Holding a paintbrush.

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“I saw your painting,” he said.

“And I brought something too.”

He held up a canvas.

It was her—

not the face the town adored,

but the real her.

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They stood together in the quiet light,

two paintings, two hearts,

finally seen.

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From that day on, Melayna never stopped painting.

Not to be praised.

But to be known.

And sometimes—when the purple clouds came out to dance—

she smiled, knowing her heart was finally full.

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