Alaurah Viader: The Little Girl Who Lost Her Spark

There once was a little girl named Alaurah Viader who loved to dance and sing. Her voice was like a bird's, and her dance moves were so graceful that they made you feel like you were floating on air. But one day, Alaurah lost her spark. She stopped dancing and singing, and her voice became quiet.
Alaurah's parents were worried. They tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't say anything. They took her to the doctor, but he couldn't find anything wrong.
One day, Alaurah's grandmother came to visit. She sat down with Alaurah and took her hands in hers. "Alaurah," she said, "I know something's wrong. What's happened?"
Alaurah looked at her grandmother and started to cry. "I've lost my spark, Grandma," she said. "I don't know what to do."
Alaurah's grandmother smiled. "Don't worry, Alaurah," she said. "We'll find your spark together."
Alaurah's grandmother told her about a time when she was a little girl and she lost her favorite doll. She searched for it everywhere, but she couldn't find it. Finally, she gave up and went to bed. But in the morning, she woke up and found the doll sitting on her bedside table.
"I know how you feel, Alaurah," her grandmother said. "Sometimes, the things we love most can disappear without a trace. But that doesn't mean they're gone forever. Sometimes, we just have to wait for them to find their way back to us."
Alaurah smiled. "Thank you, Grandma," she said. "I feel better now."
Alaurah and her grandmother spent the rest of the afternoon talking and laughing. They shared stories and secrets, and Alaurah started to feel her spark returning.
The next day, Alaurah went to dance class. At first, she was nervous, but then she started to move and the music took over. She danced with all her heart, and her spark shone brighter than ever before.
Alaurah's parents were so happy to see her dancing again. They knew that her grandmother had helped her to find her spark, and they were grateful.
Alaurah continued to dance and sing, and she never lost her spark again. She knew that even when things seemed dark, there was always hope. And she knew that her grandmother would always be there for her.
The moral of the story is: never give up on your dreams. No matter how hard things get, never let your spark go out.