Certainly! Here's the revised 1000-word, audio-ready script with **"young prince"** changed to just **"prince"** throughout, while keeping the language simple and the story faithful to your original:
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Once upon a time, in the peaceful Kingdom of Brightvale, there lived a prince named Arin. He was not just a prince by title, but also kind and gentle, full of warmth and care. Everyone in the kingdom loved Prince Arin. From the farmers in the fields to the maids in the castle, they all admired his kindness and cheerful smile.
Prince Arin had a big heart, full of curiosity and dreams. He loved to learn new things, but what truly fascinated him—more than anything—was magic. While most boys his age were playing games or riding horses, Arin would sit for hours, reading books and imagining spells, potions, and wonders hidden in the world.
But not everyone shared his love for magic. The King and Queen, his mother and father, did not approve. They believed magic was dangerous, something that should never be touched. They thought it could bring harm, not only to the one using it but to everyone around. And so, they gave Prince Arin a very clear rule: stay away from magic.
They didn't tell him this out of anger. They were trying to protect him. They loved their son deeply and wanted him safe. Still, Arin felt sad. He respected his parents, but he couldn't stop thinking about magic. It called to him—like a whisper in the wind, soft and full of wonder.
Luckily, Arin had someone who understood him. Minister Tom, the kingdom's wise and loyal advisor, was always there to listen. Minister Tom had served the royal family for many years. He had known Arin since he was a baby. He believed in the prince's good heart and clever mind.
"Knowledge can be a gift, Arin," he once said, "as long as you use it wisely."
Arin never forgot those words.
The prince loved reading. His bedroom had a large personal library, filled with books on every subject—history, science, poetry, animals, stars—and yes, even stories about magic. Though none of those books taught real spells, he often dreamed of finding one that did. A magical book that could teach him everything he wanted to know.
And one evening, something special happened.
It was a quiet night. The wind was soft, the sky dark and full of stars. Arin sat in his library, as he often did, reading by candlelight. While searching through a tall shelf, he noticed a dusty old bookhidden in the corner. Its cover was worn, and it had strange symbolson —symbols he didn't recognize. Curious, he pulled it out and opened it.
What he saw made his heart race.
Inside the book were magical spells. Ancient words. Diagrams. Instructions for casting magic. Arin couldn't believe it. He had found it—the magical book he had always dreamed about.
That night, he took the book to bed. Long after the castle had gone to sleep, he stayed awake, reading and learning. His eyes sparkled with excitement. For the first time, real magic was within his reach.
Every night after that, Arin practiced. He kept his secret safe. He learned how to create light with a simple word. He could move small things without touching them, just by focusing. He could even change the color of flowers and clothes. With each passing day, his skills grew stronger.
But he didn't use magic to show off. He didn't use it to harm. Arin practiced with care. He used it gently, always remembering Minister Tom's words.
Weeks passed. Arin felt proud. He wanted to share his discovery with the people he loved most—his parents. Maybe, just maybe, they would see that magic could be good. That it didn't have to be dangerous.
So one day, he gathered his courage. He stood before the King and Queen and said, "Mother, Father, I want to show you something."
He held out his hand and softly whispered a word. A small, glowing light appeared above his palm—warm and gentle, like a firefly.
But instead of being amazed, the King and Queen looked frightened.
"Arin," the King said firmly, "we told you—magic is dangerous."
"You must stop at once," the Queen added. "It may seem harmless now, but magic can turn dark. It can hurt people. It can bring pain... even death."
Their voices were not loud, but they were full of fear. Arin looked at them, his heart heavy. He had hoped they would see the beauty in what he had learned. But they only saw danger.
He nodded quietly, out of respect. He didn't argue. But deep inside, a small fire still burned—a hope that one day, they would understand.
Arin returned to his room and picked up the magical book. He sat on his bed and turned its pages, slowly, carefully.
He whispered to himself, "I will keep learning. I will become wise. One day, I'll show them that magic can heal, protect, and help. I just have to be patient."
And so, he continued his studies in secret, guided by his heart and the belief that knowledge used with kindness could change the world.