Once, in a distant land where the winds carried whispers of fate, there lived a man named Elias. He was a storyteller, known for his enchanting tales that bound people together. But one day, he angered an old wanderer who, unknown to him, was a powerful sorcerer. With a bitter curse, the sorcerer took away Elias's voice, rendering him incapable of speaking another word.
Despair consumed Elias. He roamed from temple to temple, praying earnestly for forgiveness. His days were spent in silence, his nights in tearful repentance. Yet, no answer came. The world grew lonely, and his once-vibrant spirit withered. He lived in quiet suffering, yearning for a miracle.
One fateful morning, he heard of a mysterious ship that moved with the sun. Legends spoke of a child aboard it, one who could break any curse. Determined, Elias set out on a perilous journey to the coast, where he found the golden-sailed ship gliding upon the horizon. He signaled for passage, and the crew, sensing his desperation, took him aboard.
On the deck, he met the child, a boy with eyes like the morning sky and a voice as soft as the wind. The boy looked at Elias and, without a word, touched his throat. Warmth spread through Elias's body, and suddenly, sound escaped his lips. He could speak again!
Elias fell to his knees, overwhelmed with gratitude. The boy smiled and simply said, "Your words were never yours to keep. They belong to the world. Use them wisely."
As the ship continued to sail with the sun, Elias returned to his homeland, his voice once again weaving stories that healed and inspired. And never again did he take the gift of speech for granted.