Fia Tale
The Fisher Boy and the Glass Fish

Chapter One: The Shimmer in the Water

In a quiet little village surrounded by rolling green hills and bright wildflowers, there lived a boy named Oliver. The village rested beside a wide, slow-moving river that shimmered like liquid sapphire under the morning sun. The river was the heart of the village – it watered the fields, reflected the sky, and whispered gentle songs against the smooth round stones along its banks.

Oliver loved that river more than anything.

Every morning, just as the golden sunlight began to stretch across the rooftops, he would grab his small wooden fishing rod and run down the narrow dirt path that led to the water. The grass would still be cool with dew, and birds would sing cheerfully from the branches overhead. Oliver imagined himself a brave fisherman, patient and skillful, destined one day to catch the largest and most magnificent fish anyone had ever seen.

He would sit at the edge of the wooden dock, legs dangling above the rippling water, and cast his line with great seriousness. Sometimes he caught small silver fish. Sometimes he caught nothing at all. But he never stopped dreaming.

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