The City was black, as always. It had been black as long as he could remember. It had a way of getting to you, like sand at the beach, no matter how much you tried to have it not effect you, it did. The City was crime, the City was hatred, the City was despair. The only way to describe the City was Lost. Every once in a while someone would come to try to save the City, but it got to them. They would turn dark and the City would use them to carry on it's evil deeds. He often wondered if there was anyone who could stop the City. The City would spread, get other lands to join it's evil plan. It had grown throughout the whole land. Those were just the Outlands though, Hope could still live. At the center of the land of Lost was the City. The City was strong enough to spread it's evil. As he walked throughout the City he got glares. He was a Imaginer. Imaginers were people the City had a slow effect on, but eventually got to them. The City helped to speed this up by giving the gift of hatred to them. Imaginers could add color to things because they could see color. The City liked to take color away. Though it could not kill the Imaginers, it did it's best to. So there he was, using his free will and positive thinking, only to get even more hatred. He couldn't help the thinking and wished the City would just take it away quicker, but the City liked to watch things rot and despair so it did not. He wished he could leave the City but he could not. He knew of nothing but the City, he knew of nothing other than hatred, he had nowhere to go, until now. He was walking, thinking, when he met her. She was beautiful, she was bright, she was joyful, she was happy. That's when he saw something he had not seen in a while, Hope. She must have been from the Outlands, for Hope could not survive in the City. "You are going to die here!", people shouted at her. She tried to make it seem like she didn't care, but he saw the fear in her eyes. She reminded him of something. He too once had hope. He went up to her,"I know what you are" he said. "Listen, I don't want any trouble." she said. "I'm an Imaginer too.", she then gasped. From those three sentences came something the City had thought it had destroyed, Love. The City was brought down because it was not powerful enough to alter Love. They started freeing small portions of the Outlands until they had brought down the entire City itself. The moral of the story is anything can come from the power of words and thought, do not underestimate it.
