English
中国人
ខ្មែរ
The old house at the edge of the woods had always been known as the fairy's house, though no one had ever seen the fairy. It was a strange, rambling structure, with windows that seemed to watch the forest and a roof that sighed in the wind. On this particular evening, a storm was approaching, and the air was thick with the smell of rain and the distant rumble of thunder. Inside, a young girl named Elara was staying with her grandmother, who was the local ranger. Elara had always been told that the house was a sanctuary for a rare species of fairy, but she had never believed it until now.
As the storm grew closer, the wind howled like a wounded animal, and the rain lashed against the windows. Elara's grandmother was out in the forest, tracking a rare tiger that had been seen near the new protected reserve. The tiger was an endangered species, and the grandmother was determined to ensure its safety. Elara felt a pang of worry, but she knew her grandmother was an expert. Suddenly, a tiny, shimmering light appeared in the corner of the room. It was a fairy, no bigger than a hummingbird, with wings that sparkled like dew. The fairy introduced herself as Lumin, and she explained that she was the last of her kind in this house.
