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The Arms of the Cursed Angel
0 ReviewsThrough a curse a young armless boy grows arms on his back.
Many years ago, in a remote village there was a boy who was born with no arms. No one knew where he came from and the villagers did not want the boy for fear he would cause a famine or drought.
There was an old medicine woman who finally took the armless boy in. She brought him up as her own child. The boy grew up, living almost as any boy did. He also learned how to use his feet to help him in every day tasks. The villagers were still suspicious of the him for the fact that he had no arms.
Then the rumors began to spread that the boy was doing things by witchcraft. Witchcraft that he had learned from the old medicine woman. It was the day that the old woman had chosen to be the boy's birthday when the villagers cornered the old woman and beat her to death.
Something within the boy snapped. His heart was torn.
He cursed the village. He cursed them what they had done, for killing the only person who had cared for him.
One by one the arms of each inhabitant of the village, man, woman, and child fell off. Leaving bloody stumps in their wake. The villagers died of exsanguination from their limbs falling off. And as each arm would fall off, the boy's back would open up and a new arm would contort out of the wound. Soon after the last villager died, all was quiet. Not even the birds or other animals would dare make a sound.
Finally peircing the dead quiet was the boy's crying. He cried and cried. With no one to hear he sat next to the old woman's corpse as it decayed and rotted. The arms squirming and clawing, digging, choking the boy. All while he heard his own voice in his head saying,
"Curse you little boy.
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[/Damned are those wings that will never let you fly.
/]
[/No one else can hear your pitiful cries.
/]
[/No one can comfort you now.
/]
[/Not even the hideous wings on your back."
This is legend of the Human Angel, who could not fly back to Heaven.
There was an old medicine woman who finally took the armless boy in. She brought him up as her own child. The boy grew up, living almost as any boy did. He also learned how to use his feet to help him in every day tasks. The villagers were still suspicious of the him for the fact that he had no arms.
Then the rumors began to spread that the boy was doing things by witchcraft. Witchcraft that he had learned from the old medicine woman. It was the day that the old woman had chosen to be the boy's birthday when the villagers cornered the old woman and beat her to death.
Something within the boy snapped. His heart was torn.
He cursed the village. He cursed them what they had done, for killing the only person who had cared for him.
One by one the arms of each inhabitant of the village, man, woman, and child fell off. Leaving bloody stumps in their wake. The villagers died of exsanguination from their limbs falling off. And as each arm would fall off, the boy's back would open up and a new arm would contort out of the wound. Soon after the last villager died, all was quiet. Not even the birds or other animals would dare make a sound.
Finally peircing the dead quiet was the boy's crying. He cried and cried. With no one to hear he sat next to the old woman's corpse as it decayed and rotted. The arms squirming and clawing, digging, choking the boy. All while he heard his own voice in his head saying,
"Curse you little boy.
/]
[/Damned are those wings that will never let you fly.
/]
[/No one else can hear your pitiful cries.
/]
[/No one can comfort you now.
/]
[/Not even the hideous wings on your back."
This is legend of the Human Angel, who could not fly back to Heaven.
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