Kamilla is a small ballerina princess. She lives in Radiant Palace. She wears a pink tutu. She glides on her toes. She smiles and spins. Her hair is in a neat bun. She loves to dance.
Each morning, Kamilla awakes with a giggle. She leaps from her soft bed. She puts on her dancing shoes. She twirls in her room. She hears a gentle voice.
That voice belongs to Twinkle. Twinkle is an imaginary rabbit. Twinkle has soft blue fur. Twinkle hops around. Twinkle loves to dance too. Twinkle says, “Let’s practice, Kamilla.” Kamilla nods. They practice a little hop. They practice a gentle bow. They practice a grand spin.
One day, Kamilla has an idea. “I will make a dance show,” she whispers. She wants to share joy. She wants to share color. She picks sparkle and light. She will ask friends to help.
Kamilla goes to the palace garden. She meets Lira. Lira is a tiny tree spirit. Lira has green hair made of leaves. Lira smells like fresh moss. Lira listens to gentle music in the breeze. Lira smiles and says, “We can hang ribbons on branches. We can make the trees look like dancers.”
They both go to the palace courtyard. They see a kind spellcaster named Mira. Mira wears a soft purple cloak. Her eyes shine like stars. Mira can cast small spells. She can make flowers bloom. She can make lanterns glow. Kamilla asks, “Will you help me?”
Mira nods. She waves her wand. A glow spreads across the ground. Tiny flowers sprout. Soft lights shine. The courtyard feels like a dream.
Now the stage is set. Kamilla stands center stage. Twinkle hops next to her. Lira weaves ribbons in the trees. Mira lights tiny lanterns. Kamilla breathes in. She feels safe. She feels brave.
She hears a stern voice. A tall wizard appears. He wears a dark hat. He frowns. “You must stop,” he says. “No dancing here.” Kamilla feels a little fear. Twinkle trembles. Lira huddles. Mira frowns.
Kamilla holds out her hand. She speaks in a calm voice. “Dancing brings light. It brings joy. It brings friends.” She steps forward. She bends her knee. She raises her arm. She spins. She glows.
The wizard blinks. He watches. Then he smiles. His frown melts. The dark hat seems less heavy. He kneels. “May I dance too?” he asks in a small voice. Kamilla nods. She steps aside. The wizard stands and moves.
He spins slow. He spins fast. He leaps and bows. His dark cloak shimmers. It turns soft blue. It turns pink. It turns light gold. The castle walls seem to glow.
When the show ends, a treasure chest glows. Kamilla opens it and finds a golden music box dancing joyful tunes.
They share the music. They dance some more. They laugh. They hug. They feel love. They feel light. Radiant Palace shines with joy. Kamilla feels proud.
At bedtime, Kamilla tucks Twinkle in a soft bed. She thanks Lira. She thanks Mira. She whispers good night to the wizard. She closes her eyes. She dreams of dance.