Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived seven children. These seven children were smart and intelligent children, but they each had a tragic flaw. These flaws cancelled out whatever good they had in them to begin with, and consumed them entirely.
One child was jealous. His heart was full of envious desire because he could not have what he wanted.
Another child was very, very greedy. Her life was solely based on money, for which she threw her exalted talents away.
Laziness was one child's tragic flaw. This boy was extremely clever, but he never liked to use his gift and left it to rot, wasted.
The next child ate entirely too much. There was never a moment when he was not eating, except when he was sleeping.
There was a little girl, also, who gave all of her efforts into flirting and seducing a certain boy. Everything else she had was thrown away in these lustful efforts.
The tree of pride has two roots. The bad, harmful root was the one that infected one particular boy. His pride brought out terrible, terrible actions and feelings in him and rid him of any friends.
And the very last boy was wrathful. He was so very, very wrathful that he gave away everything he had to gain revenge on the person that had made his wrath sprout.
These seven children were consumed by the darkness of their bad, bad sins. They were seven separate souls, but one unity, condemned to be punished for their transgressions.
Once upon a time, a single, perfect child brought light into their lives. He chased away the darkness and tugged back on the curtains of their hearts, letting light shine and overflow in them.
This is their story.