A puppet is something stuck being commanded. Stuck doing what the person wants of you to do. A puppet has no say, no will, no order over it own life. It only takes them and plays along. To their masters they have no feelings or thoughts about living. Each string, movable mouth piece and thrown voices is just their masters doing. Not theirs. They don't have anything to do with living. They are only wooden, plastic carved dolls that is only to entertain the masses. Time went on, they - the masters needed something more life like. They got people, people who tried to speak their minds and was ignored by some many others only for them to make plans for them leaving them sitting there confused, and took their souls. Fused to the puppets giving them a real voice. A real mind and body. Yet that was a mistake each master have made. The people and puppets souls mingled, formed as one. The silent and the unheard made themselves known. Known to all who treated them wrongly or they were nothing but tools to control. They had it. It was over for the masters of the world. It was time to bow down to a new leader. The head puppet. The Voice.
Voice, she was one of many humans who were over shadow, unheard of by everyone. Her peers, friends, and family. Oh her family. Her family ignored and control her. From the very beginning it was set. The grooming of being independent the down scale of being dependent because her voice couldn't be heard or understood. Her family was pigheaded. Always thought what they knew best, lecturing her. Telling her what to do next yet expecting her to know. To know how to do everything to already have a plan of action. No more. She let everyone, every each and single person around her know what she is feeling and her ideas. So it began. The humans, the masters they had no more say. No more will. Puppets slow grow, slow reigned supreme.The once many armies of the world gave into being puppets with a life. They to were tired of their brainless leaders, their dumb masters. Their worthless bosses. They bowed down and let their souls into the puppets they chose themselves.
Voice, the leader of her new regime gave each of them a chance to speak out and change something they always wanted. The masters of course tried many times to overthrow the puppets. No use. They grew in numbers. They grew in many numbers. The humans without a voice in the world were heard. Puppets voices were heard, rang loud, rang ruler over the flesh.
Over the years, Voice soul grew as did her puppet body. She grew with confidence, grace and beauty. Soon it was noticeable, each puppet grew into their spoke voices, growing souls. They have become one, Each year that passed, the masters were now getting small, weak and feeble. They knew the puppets had found themselves and it was to late to apologize. Voice's family were unheard of now.She had her own family. Each year the puppets became more human. Each year the masters became what they mistreated and ignored for so long, the dummies, playthings, brainless pieces of wood and plastic. Puppets.