The king began his journey back to his kingdom with the golden bird at his side The jungle no longer felt threatening Instead it seemed to part for him guiding him home safely As he emerged from the forest his people gathered around in awe of the bird’s beauty They cheered for their king but he raised his hand silencing them He had learned that the real magic was in leading with kindness and wisdom not through power or fear The golden bird flew overhead a symbol of the balance he had found within himself