Strength in a Miracle

The dark sky cried out onto the earth with the thunder and lightning as grotesque partners. Leafless trees swayed with each harsh gust of wind that swept through the desolate park. A swing cries in protest as it sways too and fro without a passenger off in the distance. 1

It is 3:00 AM and a girl cries. Her cherry-colored hair was brought up in a messy pony tail-held by the shreds of a once beautiful white bow. She wore a simple white dress that tore around the edges. Her azure-colored eyes were closed to try and shut out reality. Oh such a bitter and cruel reality it was! 2

It was Christmas Eve and a girl is missing yet no one wants to search. She heard sirens off in the distance but deep down, she knew her parents did not want her to return. And she did not want to return either. Return to what you may ask? - A broken home, Screaming parents, and a starving mouse kept hidden in the small crack in the wall. 3

“ Why do you cry as the rain, dear child?” It was a soft voice, so unlike the voice of today. There was no trace of anger or hidden motives. Azure eyes opened and looked up toward the source of the voice. Oh such a pretty voice.4

“…Who…who are you?” Words barely managed to escape from her lips as she looked toward the magnificent horse before her. Oh no, it was not a horse…was it? Horses did not speak. They did not shed light on such dreadful darkness. They certainly did not carry a horn on their delicate foreheads. 5

“ Dear child…why do you show such sorrow…? The creature asked again and bent its graceful head to caress her cheek.6

“ My mum…and my dad…they do not love me…” Small hand shaking, she lifted it and stroked the creatures horn. The horn felt warm against her numb hand-something that even hot chocolate during a blizzard could compare to. The creature was a magnificent white with dark blue hooves. Yes, magnificent white, not chalk white or snow-white, but an angelic white. Oh you know! The white you may see captured by the stars way up above that only believers could have the privilege of seeing. This young girl was in fact a believer although her small heart was so incredibly broken. 7

“ Your eyes…they speak to me more then your words could…. You see the sky’s light?” 8

“You…you mean lightning?” She continued stroking the creatures neck, glad for its warmth and unexplainable comfort.9

“ It is strong…and lights up the heavens…yet- it makes no noise…you are similar to that lightning dear child. Quiet but oh so very, very strong.” The creatures sapphire eyes held so much wisdom. No, I do not believe it was some mare horse.10

“ I …do not believe I am that strong…” Cherry-red hair came loose under the white bows weak hold and fanned out over her shoulders.11

“ You believe what others do not, dear child. You see me- do you not?” 12

“ Yes…yes I see you…” The young girls tears had ceased and so had the monstrous rain. 13

“ Believe in yourself the way you believe in me… Look deep within yourself to find that strength that is planted within you… now I must go…” Raising its long neck it looked down at her.14

“ Why? Please do not leave me!” The young girl stood up quickly and through her small arms around the creature’s neck. 15

“ It is raining else where, dear child…” Reluctantly, the girl stepped back and looked up at the creature through watery eyes. 16

“ Will I ever see you again?” She asked and stroked the creature’s neck once more. 17

“ Believe in yourself the way you believe in me- they are one…I will return but now another is calling out to me. Good-bye, dear child. Be strong…” With that, the creature stepped away from her and galloped off into the vast forest. 18

“ Good bye…unicorn…” 19

It was Christmas morning a young girl is still missing. But, another girl is found. 20