Oryan is a superhero. He is brave, but gentle. He likes to help.
Today Oryan walks into a quiet Temple. The Temple is big. The stones are cool. The air smells like dust and flowers.
“Hello?” says Oryan.
A Sorceress steps out from behind a tall pillar. She has calm eyes. She is smart and kind.
“I am Mira,” she says. “Sorceress Mira.”
Oryan waves. “I am Oryan. Superhero Oryan.”
Mira points to three dark bowls on the floor. “The sacred torches are out,” she whispers. “No light. No warm glow.”
Oryan looks up. On the wall are three torches. They are black and sleepy.
Oryan feels a tiny shiver. Dark Temple. Quiet Temple.
“Can we turn them on?” he asks.
“Yes,” says Mira. “We must light sacred torches. But the spark-stone is missing.”
“A lost thing!” says Oryan. “We will find it.”
They walk. Step. Step. Their footsteps go tap-tap.
They see a little trail of shiny scales.
Mira frowns. “Dragon,” she says.
Oryan stands tall. “I can be brave,” he says. “And I can be kind.”
They follow the scales to a stone door. The door is cracked open.
Inside is a small Dragon. Not huge. Not mean. Just grumpy and sniffly.
“Achoo!” goes the Dragon.
Oryan blinks. “You are sick?”
The Dragon covers its nose with a claw. “My nose tickles,” it grumbles. “I did not mean to scare anyone.”
Mira looks closer. “You took the spark-stone?”
The Dragon nods. “It is warm. I wanted it near me.”
Oryan crouches down, slow and safe. “Temple needs it,” he says. “But we can still help you.”
The Dragon sniffs. “Help?”
Mira opens a small pouch. “I have soft mint leaves,” she says. “Smell them. Breathe slow.”
The Dragon smells. In. Out.
“Aaah,” it says. “No tickle.”
Oryan smiles. “Now we share,” he says. “We light the torches. You can sit by the warm light too.”
The Dragon thinks. Then it pushes a round stone forward. It glows like a tiny sun.
“Spark-stone,” says Mira.
They go back to the Temple hall. Mira holds the spark-stone up to the first torch.
Whoosh! A soft orange flame.
Oryan claps. “One!”
Second torch.
Whoosh! A bright gold flame.
Oryan claps again. “Two!”
Third torch.
Whoosh! A cozy red flame.
The Temple is warm now. The shadows hide. The walls shine.
The Dragon peeks in. “It is pretty,” it says.
Mira nods. “You may stay, if you are gentle.”
The Dragon sits, careful. It looks smaller in the big room.
Then a secret box slides out of the wall. Click. Clack.
Oryan’s eyes get wide. “A treasure box!”
Mira opens it. Inside are three star coins that twinkle, and a tiny cape pin shaped like a torch.
“For the hero,” says Mira, and she gives the cape pin to Oryan.
Oryan holds it. It feels cool, then warm. He pins it on.
“I can light the way,” he says.
The Dragon gets one star coin. Mira keeps one. Oryan keeps one.
They sit together in the glowing Temple.
Outside, the night feels less dark.
Oryan whispers, “Brave and kind. That is my power.”
And the torches burn softly, all night long.