One fine Summer’s day, Orko was sitting by a tree, crying. Furaha, being the only one who could trust him, saw him sitting there alone and miserable. She galloped up to him and asked, “Why so sad?” Orko took a hankie out of his sleeve and blew his shadowed nose into it. “I’m not sad because of all the mistreatment back on Eternia. It is because I miss my Uncle Montork.” “Uncle Montork?” thought Furaha. “Yes,” sniffed Orko, “He was the wisest, kindest person I ever met in my life. He taught me that magic is everywhere, not just in the tips of my fingers. But when that cosmic storm came and brought me to Eternia…oh dear oh dear, all memories of the good times I spent with him flew out of my mind, and that lesson was erased from my memory forever.”
Furaha put her small paws on Orko’s shoulders and said, “Don’t worry, Orko. Don’t cry. I’m one of the people on Earth you can trust. I can re-teach what your uncle taught you.” “He’s probably dead by now,” whimpered Orko. “He’s not dead,” said Furaha softly, “He’s in my heart. I hold his spirit within me. Come on, and I’ll show you.”
First, Furaha took Orko to the lake, where it was raining heavily. “Is this Uncle Montork’s real magic?” asked Orko. “No. Wait until the rain stops.” While they waited, they rested under the shade of the tree and talked about what they’ve been up to recently. After a while, when the rain did finally stop, Orko saw what he couldn’t believe: a huge, bright, colourful rainbow, glistening in the afternoon sunlight. “Wow…” gasped Orko. “Uncle Montork showed you that a rainbow is one of the signs of real magic around us.”
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