Title: The Girl Who Talked to the Wind
There was once a girl named Lila who lived at the edge of a quiet village, where the forest whispered and the hills rose like sleeping giants. Lila was unlike other children — she could hear the wind speak.
When she was little, people thought she was just imaginative, always talking to the breeze, giggling at gusts, or crying when the wind went silent. But as she grew older, the village grew wary. They said she was strange. A witch, even.
Lila didn’t mind. The wind was her friend. It told her stories of faraway lands, carried scents of places she’d never been, and warned her of coming storms — both the kind that brought rain and the kind that wore human faces.
One autumn evening, the wind came in a rush, breathless and sharp. “They’re coming,” it hissed through the trees. “Strangers with fire and fear.”
Lila knew what to do. She ran to the hills, where the sleeping giants of earth met the sky, and spoke the old words the wind had taught her. The wind listened. And then, it roared.
When the strangers came, flames ready to torch the forest and all in it, the wind howled through the trees with such fury that it blew out torches, ripped up tents, and drove them back in fear.
After that night, the village never doubted Lila again.
They called her Winddaughter. And she remained at the forest’s edge, speaking with breezes and storms alike — the girl who listened when the world whispered.
