The Cloud Collector

Misaki was a twelve-year-old girl who lived in a small town near Mount Fuji.

She had a very special secret that nobody else knew.

She could collect clouds in glass jars.

Every morning, Misaki woke up early to watch the sunrise.

She loved to see how the sky changed colors from dark blue to pink and orange.

But what she loved most were the clouds that floated across the sky like cotton candy.

One day, when Misaki was seven years old, she discovered her strange ability.

She was playing on the roof of her house with an empty jam jar.

A small white cloud floated very low, almost touching the roof.

Without thinking, Misaki reached up with her jar and caught a piece of the cloud inside.

To her surprise, the cloud stayed in the jar!

It was like a tiny piece of white cotton floating inside the glass.

Misaki put the lid on the jar and ran to show her mother.

"Look, Mom! I caught a cloud!" she said excitedly.

Her mother smiled and patted her head.

"What a wonderful imagination you have, Misaki. That's very creative."

But Misaki knew it was real.

From that day, she started collecting different types of clouds.

She had jars filled with fluffy white clouds from sunny days, gray clouds from rainy afternoons, and pink clouds from beautiful sunsets.

She kept all her cloud jars hidden in a secret room in the attic.

Nobody went there except Misaki.

The room had shelves from floor to ceiling, and each shelf was full of glass jars with labels.

"Summer Morning Cloud - July 15"

"Rain Cloud - September 3"

"Sunset Cloud - October 20"

Misaki was very careful about which clouds she collected.

She had three important rules:

First, never take too much from one cloud.

She only took small pieces so the cloud could continue its journey across the sky.

Second, never collect clouds during storms.

Storm clouds were too powerful and dangerous.

Third, always treat the clouds with respect.

They were not toys but pieces of nature.

Five years passed, and Misaki had collected over three hundred different clouds.

She knew each one by heart and could tell stories about when and where she caught them.

One autumn day, dark clouds gathered over the town.

Misaki had never seen clouds so black and angry-looking.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the wind began to blow strongly.

"I should go inside," Misaki thought.

She remembered her second rule about not collecting storm clouds.

But as she turned to leave the roof, she saw something strange.

One black cloud was moving differently from the others.

It was spinning in circles and coming lower and lower.

The cloud was beautiful in a scary way.

It sparkled with tiny lightning bolts, and its edges glowed with a purple light.

Misaki had never seen anything like it.

"Just this once," she whispered to herself.

"I'll be very careful."

She took her strongest jar, made of thick glass with a metal lid.

Slowly, she reached up toward the spinning black cloud.

The moment her jar touched the cloud, she felt a shock like electricity run through her arm.

The cloud seemed to fight back, trying to escape from the jar.

But Misaki held on tightly.

Finally, she managed to trap a piece of the cloud inside and quickly closed the lid.

The jar felt hot in her hands, and the black cloud inside was moving wildly, hitting the glass walls.

Misaki ran to her secret room and put the jar on a special shelf away from the others.

That night, Misaki couldn't sleep.

She kept thinking about the strange black cloud.

At midnight, she heard a noise from the attic.

It sounded like something scratching on glass.

Quietly, she climbed the stairs to her secret room.

What she saw made her gasp.

The jar with the black cloud was glowing, and the cloud inside had changed shape.

It looked like a small dragon!

The tiny dragon was about the size of Misaki's hand.

It had scales that sparkled like stars and eyes that glowed golden.

It was pressing its claws against the glass and looking straight at Misaki.

"Please," a small voice said in her head.

"Let me out."

Misaki nearly dropped her flashlight.

The dragon was talking to her!

"Who are you?" she whispered.

"I am Kumo, a cloud dragon. I was flying home when you caught me. Please, I need to return to my family in the sky."

Misaki felt terrible.

She had never caught a living creature before.

All her other clouds were just water and air.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"I didn't know cloud dragons were real. I'll let you out right away."

But when she reached for the jar, Kumo said, "Wait! There's a problem."

"I've been in this jar too long. I'm too weak to fly back home by myself. I need your help."

"What can I do?" Misaki asked.

"You must take me to the top of Mount Fuji tomorrow night."

"That's where the cloud dragons gather during the full moon."

"My family will be there, and they can help me return to my true form."

Misaki looked at the tiny dragon.

She had caused this problem, so she had to fix it.

"I'll help you," she promised.

The next day, Misaki told her parents she was going to stay at her friend's house.

She felt bad about lying, but she couldn't tell them about Kumo.

They would never believe her.

She packed a backpack with warm clothes, food, water, and of course, Kumo in his jar.

She made small holes in the lid so he could breathe.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes, thank you," Kumo replied.

"You're very kind for a human."

Misaki took the train to the fifth station of Mount Fuji, where most climbers start.

It was already afternoon, and she had to hurry.

The climb usually took six hours, and she wanted to reach the top before midnight.

The path was steep and rocky.

Misaki had to stop many times to catch her breath.

The air got colder and thinner as she climbed higher.

"Are you okay?" Kumo asked from inside the jar.

"I'm fine," Misaki said, though her legs were very tired.

"How about you?"

"I can feel my family getting closer," Kumo said excitedly.

"They're worried about me."

As the sun set, the temperature dropped even more.

Misaki put on her warm jacket and gloves.

She could see lights from other climbers far below, but she was alone on this part of the mountain.

Finally, after hours of climbing, Misaki reached the top.

The full moon was shining brightly, making the snow look silver.

The sky was clear and full of stars.

"We made it!" she said, breathing heavily.

"Quick, let me out," Kumo said.

"They're coming!"

Misaki opened the jar, and Kumo flew out.

He was still small, but in the moonlight, his scales shone more brightly.

Suddenly, the sky filled with clouds moving in from all directions.

But these were not ordinary clouds.

As they came closer, Misaki could see they were all cloud dragons!

Big ones, small ones, all shimmering with different colors.

A large silver dragon landed near them.

"Kumo! My child, we found you!"

"Mother!" Kumo flew to the silver dragon.

The mother dragon turned to Misaki.

Her eyes were kind but sad.

"You are the collector," she said.

"We know about you."

Misaki felt scared.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause harm."

"We understand," the mother dragon said.

"You love clouds, just as we do."

"But you must understand that clouds are not meant to be kept in jars."

"They need to be free to travel the sky, to bring rain, to create shade, and to paint the sunset."

Misaki nodded, tears in her eyes.

"I understand now."

"However," the mother dragon continued, "we can see your heart is pure."

"You helped our Kumo when you could have kept him."

"For this, we want to give you a gift."

The mother dragon breathed softly on Misaki.

Suddenly, Misaki felt warm and light.

"Now you can speak with clouds wherever you go," the mother dragon said.

"You don't need to collect them anymore."

"They will be your friends in the sky."

"Thank you," Misaki whispered.

Kumo flew back to her.

"Thank you for saving me, Misaki. I'll never forget you."

"Look for me in the storm clouds - I'll be the one with purple edges!"

With that, all the cloud dragons rose into the sky.

They swirled around the mountain peak once, then disappeared into the night.

Misaki climbed down the mountain as the sun began to rise.

She was tired but happy.

When she got home, she went straight to her secret room.

Looking at all her jars, she made a decision.

One by one, she opened each jar and let the clouds free.

They floated up through the window and joined their friends in the sky.

"Thank you for the memories," she said to each cloud as it left.

From that day on, Misaki never collected clouds again.

Instead, she would lie on the roof and talk to them as they passed by.

They would tell her stories of faraway places and adventures in the sky.

Sometimes, during storms, she would see a cloud with purple edges and golden lightning.

"Hello, Kumo!" she would wave.

And the cloud would flash a little brighter, just for her.

Misaki learned that some things are more beautiful when they're free.

Her empty jars now held flowers from her garden, and her secret room became a place where she painted pictures of all the clouds she had known.

And every full moon, if she looked carefully at Mount Fuji, she could see the cloud dragons dancing in the moonlight, free and happy in their sky home.