A Wold All Our Own

The Lost and Her Angel with Black Wings

There once lived a girl that lived in a world of black and white. It was a terrible place where order and chaos clashed and the war between good and evil raged on in the streets to the sea. The war kept destroying and consuming the world but never reached a compromise. In this world creativity and imagination was long banned and burned from existence along with color which made the world beautiful and peaceful. But not here. Here children were programmed like robots to be part of one side of the war or the other. They were never allowed to dream or to be children. They couldn't paint the sky how they wanted or talk to their imaginary friends. They were forced into this very cruel and dull world with no way out.

But this little girl had a secret power unlike any other in the known world. While the world only darkened with black and the color of pain she created color. That's right. She could make color. Every time she would sneak out and go for a walk alone the flowers would rise and change color. Each petal and flower with its own individual array of colors that waved and bowed at her feet. The trees would grow under her touch and the animals became alive with her passing. Out on her own outside of the worlds sprawling and rotting world she could be herself. She could give her dresses immaculate shades and tones of colors without being scolded by her mother. Or give the creatures she met a hue of life without being cursed by her father. She could run and play without being frowned upon. She lived outside of that world's standards and perimeters which was deemed insane and sick. She was like a fairy or phantom that drifted between the planes of existence. But every time she'd smile to a stranger on the street they'd either scream or scold at her which only made her parents even more unhappy. So they put a collar of cold metal that would strangle her and steal the life from her slowly and painstakingly. It even began to cause the color she held to bleed from her eyes, ears, nose and mouth. The chain would allow her to walk along her room but not be able to reach the door and the windows were barred in to not allow any possible escape.

Her parents kept her locked away in fear for her safety. But truly the enemy wasn't outside. It was locked in that room with her. Since her parents only opened the door twice a day to give her food she was left to be forgotten and eaten by the monster inside. Every day she'd be scared and hurt by her shadow and every night she had to watch the glow of the fire from the woods where her creations were turned to dust as if it were nothing. It was as if even the world itself was telling her the same. The world didn't care for her power or people that were like her and she only had scars and bruises to show.

Amidst the misery though there was one true friend that held her through and that was her toy dragon with black scales, healing green eyes, and wings that flapped up and down. Together they'd go on otherworledy adventures and to where ever their imagination wanted. Over ever ocean, into the woods and onto mountains he flew her away from her prison and returned her color back to her piece by piece. Within the safety of their own worlds to explore she continued to exist and hide from her shadows. They could never find here there. She was free and happy here and time passed by as she liked it too. She felt more alive and normal than she ever did when she opened her eyes. Until her parents thought enough was enough.

They took the dragon away and put him in an indestructible crystal case above her mirror where no matter how hard she tried she couldn't reach. Once again her worlds burned and her eyes were blinded by where everyone forced her to be and she faded away. Every night she'd cry herself to sleep as the pain of her shadow went back and forth through her head stealing away her color. But that is until the night.

The night when she was awoken by a loud CRASH! She quickly grabbed a flashlight in terror and realized something incredible. The dragon was alive and really really big!! He took up nearly her whole room with his large wings and body. He shook off the shards of crystal and leaned down to her once the shards rippled down his back and off his large head.