The Mute Melodic
They called her cursed for not having a voice, kicked her out for not fitting the norm. She gave herself a different voice, one that created mountins and valleys, sea and say. A voice that has been heard by many, flowing through their veins shaping life and leading the heart to its true destination.
But we have jumped ahead of ourselves let's go back to the begining.
Once upon a time in a land far away lived a girl named Phaotl. In a land where words had powers Phaotl was a strange one among her peers as a word had never left her lips. Thoes around her whispered that she was cursed, that she didn't belong. When she grew up the mockery turned into cruelty until Phaotl was kicked out of her community. She traveled through the land never finding peace until she arrived in the Forest of Echoing Stone. A cursed place according to the rest, a perfect place for the cursed mute. Inside the echoing stones gave her shelter, the animals did not care that she could not speak ands some even warmed up to her after a while. One day while exploring the depths of the echoing stones she came across a strange object which seemed to be calling her name. The object was like nothing she had ever seen, standing nearly as tall as her the curved wooden frame had silver strings coming from its top to base, the strings ranged in length accompanying the curve. Phaotl reached for the strings, her fingers lightly moved across them as a sound unlike any she ever heard came from them. Phaotl moved her fingers and with every new sound that came a brick in the wall she build around herself came down. She had found her voice, it might not be the norm but no longer would she be known as the Cursed Mute. She was the Mute Melodic.
Once upon a time in a land far away lived a girl named Phaotl. In a land where words had powers Phaotl was a strange one among her peers as a word had never left her lips. Thoes around her whispered that she was cursed, that she didn't belong. When she grew up the mockery turned into cruelty until Phaotl was kicked out of her community. She traveled through the land never finding peace until she arrived in the Forest of Echoing Stone. A cursed place according to the rest, a perfect place for the cursed mute. Inside the echoing stones gave her shelter, the animals did not care that she could not speak ands some even warmed up to her after a while. One day while exploring the depths of the echoing stones she came across a strange object which seemed to be calling her name. The object was like nothing she had ever seen, standing nearly as tall as her the curved wooden frame had silver strings coming from its top to base, the strings ranged in length accompanying the curve. Phaotl reached for the strings, her fingers lightly moved across them as a sound unlike any she ever heard came from them. Phaotl moved her fingers and with every new sound that came a brick in the wall she build around herself came down. She had found her voice, it might not be the norm but no longer would she be known as the Cursed Mute. She was the Mute Melodic.
Short and impactful, that's how I would describe this tale. I really liked her journey and the fact that she found her own "voice" in the end. We all belong somewhere, we just need to discover where :) Thank you so much for entering your tale in my challenge and here is your participation badge!