Once upon a time, there was a boy who couldn’t stop crying. All day and all night he would weep.
No one, not his parents, priests at the local church, or fellow villagers could explain the boy’s circumstances. This hadn’t always been his fate. It seemed as tho one day the endless stream of tears began out of nowhere.
The boy could only eat, sleep, drink, and relieve himself.
Any other action would increase his emotions tenfold. Until one day a lonely traveler wandered through town. The man in the white hooded robe was tall, skinny, and impeccably clean.
Clean as if not a spec of dirt had ever touched him throughout his entire life.
The traveler headed straight for the boy’s house and knocked.
It was all too strange for the boy’s parents. Who was this man? Why does he believe he can cure their son? Why now, after all of this time spent suffering?
The boy’s parents warily let the man through to see their son.
The man headed straight for the boy. As he walked he pulled the string that held together his pristine white robe, revealing basic undergarments beneath. The man tied the robe around the boy’s midsection and lifted the hood over his head.
Suddenly the tears flowing from the boy’s eyes dried.
He sat up in shock. The man stood there smiling. “The power of the seer flows through you now.” The man said.
The boy and his parents looked on as the man slowly drifted away into essence, never to be seen in the living world again.
After thought: I wrote this little story at lunch while I was at work. I liked it so I figured I should post it. I hope that you enjoy it!
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