The Girl Who Could Not Speak

In a world of despair and sorrow, the many sins wandered the streets, controlling every living thing that stepped foot into the open. These evil sins, released from Pandora’s Box by the greed and hate from humans, gave birth to demons to keep order and imprison every person in the world. The demons fed on the dark thoughts of the humans. They deprived everyone of their ideas and imagination and happiness, until all the people could think of was the melancholy of the universe. And they disposed of anyone or anything that tried to stop them.

The world slowly began to die, the trees decaying and the rivers drying up. All sunshine, and even the rain, disappeared. Animals grew scarce. And the people, influenced by their hate for the world, lost everything they once knew. All the wealth of the rich and the simple hope of the poor was lost for good.

All the children of the world lost their innocent belief that dreams came true and in everything that was not gloom and dejection. They no longer played or laughed. Fun didn’t exist in their minds. Friends disbanded. Adults fought over every little thing, such as scraps of food or money they found, if they managed to find any. They no longer had decency or respect for each other. Families were split apart, and love in every community was destroyed. Hope was lost forever. That was until the girl who could not speak was born.

Although the darkness brought death to everything in the world, one special sanctuary remained. This sanctuary held simply the biggest willow tree in the world. This tree, raised with joy and love in its roots, was strong enough to resist the woe and murkiness of the world as it was. However, the tree was weak from the sins’ attempts to destroy it many times before. Using the last of the goodness it held, the tree birthed a little seed. The seed, so small as it was, was never noticed by the sins as they attempted to destroy the sacred tree once and for all. And they did so successfully. In the end, nothing remained of the beautiful willow that once sat in the sanctuary, not even its roots.

The seed, however, grew. It grew shining a light so bright the world was blinded for a moment. From the seed, a girl was born. A girl who had hair as white as snow and skin as soft as lavender. The most interesting and mesmerizing thing about her was her eyes. Eyes with no actual specific color, for her eyes changed colors all the time. They also shimmered when she blinked. The tree gifted her with everything. But there was one fault. The one thing the tree could not give her was a voice. It wasn’t strong enough, perhaps.

The girl could who could not speak could not spread imagination and glee through words. She could not understand why this was so. All she knew was a world of her own creation, of things that are unreal. And she was destined to bring the world back to light.

The girl began her journey to reach the heart of the deep darkness. She touched all the dead things around her, and they all grew again. She faced off against anything evil in her path, and showed them the light of the world. She befriended them. The sky began turning bright blue, and clouds white. Any shade of gray was drowned in color. The girl trekked to the city of grief, where all the people inhabited. She could sense the people dissolving under despair, forming stronger demons of their own that were released and roamed the streets. The girl reached out for every person. It was a difficult task. If only she had a voice, so she could convince them. But she did not give up. She made them look, made them listen. Anyone who saw the girl and looked into her colorful eyes saw things they could not comprehend. They would see boats flying in the sky with giant whales who groaned with content. They saw bats with galaxies in their wings and fish with stars in their scales. It was outrageous at first, but soon they felt warm again. Imagination flooded the minds of the people, and happiness returned to them. And they spread the happiness all around the city, washing away all the dimness.

The people followed the girl. The things they all could imagine defeated the demon henchmen as they marched to the heart of the city. When they reached the heart of the city, the sins immediately attacked. But they could not touch any of the people. The girl shielded her friends and pushed the sins away from them. She approached the sins, whose fear radiated off of them and could not hide. They dreaded what she would do. The girl calmly walked right up to the sins. . .

And sang to each of them.

No, the girl could not talk. But she had found her voice when she saw how helpless the sins really were, only powered by the dark evil that everyone fueled. The sins all filled with warmth. The girl then smiled. They all saw at once the beauty in happiness and disappeared, back into the Box that was once opened. The city and everyone in it rejoiced. All goodness was returned and the world grew strong again. The people learned how all the evil they influence would lead to all of their demises. From then on, they thought before turning selfish, they helped one another, and families came together. This kind of world was absolutely alluring. Any evil who tried to take it failed every time, for it was well protected by the people themselves. And the girl who could not speak went to sleep and turned back into a seed, hidden, and ready to bloom and defend her home if evil ever struck the world once again.