Cursed: The Tale of No One, Nobody and No Where

“As long as she lives, may she turn uglier each day… be less fair, less desirable and that it continue until her death.”

Black, evil, merciless words spoken by one whom Ilena, in all of her innocence, believed loved her: a curse founded upon envy and desire but chiefly uttered in an appeal for justice seasoned with revenge. Or so Marta did convince herself.

But that is only one type of curse, for there are others.

Some would believe that they are born under a curse and caged as if beasts, doomed by fate to always pace about within its confines, with true freedom reserved only for other men. So did Erick rue his destiny.

Still, there is another kind whereby it arises from within oneself due to blind ambition and the lust for power and the craving for the praise of men. In the throes his pride that one chose to abandon all moral principles and become a curse and thereby bring harm to all that was fair and good within the realm. For now, that one will remain unnamed, for such a man should not be so honoured.

Yet one other remains and some would judge it to be the worst of all. For among many names it could be called, the curse of self-judgement, whereupon one believes they are unworthy of any kindness, of any mercy, or of any forgiveness, and fully deserve all of any man’s contempt and hatred, that title might be accredited as its chief and foremost appellation.

What then can oppose these foul curses? What act of man or greater power can render them innocuous and overcome them? There is a way and that path is founded upon friendship, loyalty, sacrifice, faith and love. And that, my friend, is the great need of No One and Nobody in Nowhere.