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(P.S VERY LONG STORY WITH GRATUITOUS VIOLENCE)
TALE OF THE EVIL SLAVE KING AND THE DIVINE SWORD
Once upon a time, there was a village.
That village was owned by a very Evil King, who lived in a castle.
The Evil King was very cruel, strong, and merciless. He made everyone respect him and bow down to him. He could run faster than the wind, and break stones with his hands.
He forced people to say nice things about him, or else he would hit them. The Evil King could see through walls, and hear peoples conversations from far away! No one could suprise him or sneak up on him. No one could speak badly about him, otherwise he would hurt them and break their bones.
It gave great pleasure to the Evil King to watch other people struggling and suffering using his immense powers. If no one suffered, he made them suffer. He enjoyed harming them and liked to watch them helpless, shouting for help... But no one came to help them against the Evil King because they were afraid. The Evil King especially liked to visit the townsfolk just to abuse them. No one could fight back against him. Anyone who did fight, was killed by that Evil King, on the spot. Many people living in that town were very poor and uneducated. They had nowhere to go, and many did not know how to survive by themselves.
Every day, the Evil King made the poor townsfolk polish his shoes with their own clothes. He used to go into their houses while they were cooking, and tip over the pots and pans, so that the food fell on the floor. He especially liked to wait for them to finish cooking, before pouring it on the floor. If they were cooking meat, he fed it to his dogs, so they could not pick it up and eat it. He liked to kick children very hard. Because the Evil King was so strong, the children went flying through the air when he hit them. The Evil King used to laugh every time he kicked them! Sometimes he would pick up the children and throw them on a high place, so they could not get down.If anyone tried to help them, the Evil King tied them up, and hung them upside down in an even higher place.
The educated townsfolk were bullied mercilessly night and day by the Evil King, who promised that if they fled, he would find and kill them. The Evil King made the educated townsfolk praise him, and write songs and poems about him. He forced them to say good things about himself. Every day, they told the Evil King he was wise, handsome and witty, even thought they did not believe it even a little bit. They wrote entire books about the greatness of the Evil King. They were forced to make religions to worship the Evil King. The Evil King liked to sing the songs about himself, and his own greatness. His favourite was the one which said that no one could kill him, and that he would live forever.
The rich townsfolk were kept in debt by the Evil King, who had set up an unfair system to cheat everyone in the village of money. The Evil King made all of the rich townsfolk bow down to him. He made them line up to give him compliments. He forced their daughters to marry him. If anyone tried to marry those girls, he had them killed. He taxed them very unfairly. All of the rich people had to pay him a lot of money. He forced their sons to serve him if they could not pay. If they had no sons, he would take their daughters, or the mothers, or the fathers.
The Evil King could see and hear everything that was happening inside the people's houses. He knew if someone was saying something bad about him. He had them tortured for his pleasure and executed at his whim and fancy. If anyone spoke out or tried to resist, leave or fight back, the Evil King had their possessions and house destroyed. He cast anyone who displeased him into a prison, along with their (innocent) families. Every day, the Evil King would ride into town and abused the villagers. Sometimes he would beat people as he passed them by. Everyone in the village was afraid of that Evil King, because he had so much power.
One day, the Evil King was more angry than usual. Instead of only one or two executions on that day, as normal... He ordered five executions! Instead of only remaining in the village for one or two hours to abuse the villagers... He spent five hours abusing the villagers, before returning to his castle. From that day onwards, the Evil King ceased to be satisfied. He ordered that every townsperson would have to give him a gift, every day, or else be imprisoned, and forced to work for him.
In the first month, all the poor townspeople had run out of gifts to give him, they started giving him their personal possessions.
By the second month, all the poor townspeople had been thrown in prison, after having giving him all their things, including their houses.
The educated people had run out of gifts to give him, and run out of money to buy more, so they started giving him their personal possessions too.
By the third month, the educated people had been thrown into prison, after running out of gifts and money.
The rich people in that town started to buy gifts from the Evil King at extortionate prices, just to give it back to him.
They too started to run out of money. Furthermore, without any working townsfolk, no one could make any more gifts to give.
By the fourth month, almost all the rich townsfolk were thrown in prison.
The Evil King owned everything in that village, including the houses, and the people. The Evil King was satisfied now, and made all of the villagers into his personal slaves.
He made them lie on the floor, and used to walk on them. He ordered them to make food, and he would often tip hot pans and pots of boiling water and oil onto the servants, burning them. Before he used to go to sleep, he would line up a family and beat them all in front of eachother, then he would make them hit each other as well. All day, every day, the Evil King laughed as he hurt them. Instead of going to the village to beat them, he woke up in the morning, and got out of bed by stepping on the townsfolk. Instaed of receiving gifts, he simply ordered the townsfolk to make whatever he wanted, usually out of their own personal possessions. This continued for a long while. Some rich people remained in the village, and the Evil King allowed them to remain there, for now.
After a time, the Evil King began to grow bored with this behaviour. Instead of only five executions on that day, as normal... He ordered ten executions! Instead of only five hours of abusing the villagers... He spent ten hours abusing the villagers! From that day onwards the Evil King ceased to be satisfied. He spent all day beating the children until his hands were swollen. Still he was not satisfied. He beat them on the face with heavy objects until their teeth came out, and their eyes stopped working. Still he was not satisfied. He burnt the villagers very often with hot oil and water, so that almost all of them were covered in burns, on every part of their body. Still he was not satisfied. He fed little children to his dogs! They were torn apart, just as if the Evil King had ripped them apart with his own, terrible, hands.
One day, he played a cruel joke on the villagers. First he would execute all of their family except one. Then he would tell the remaining one that he was free to go home and live in peace. When that person returned to their home, what should they see there? The corpses of all their family members!
Children, women, men and animals, all dead. They were placed in the chairs and beds, as if sleeping and eating. The Evil King liked to watch that person entering their home. It gave him delight to watch their suffering. If what happened didn't make him happy, he simply killed that remaining person, and burnt the house down, with all the corpses inside. Meanwhile, in the prison, all the servants started to pray, rich and poor alike, educated and ignorant alike. Even those who had hated each other previously, now began to pray together. They all prayed for someone, or something to come and help them, and set them free.
In that prison was an educated person, who was well versed in Holy Scripture. Because he had learnt, memorised and tried his best to act on what he had read and knew, an Angel was watching over him. When the Angel heard that educated person praying for the other prisoners, the Angel was moved to mercy. Still, the Angel could not interfere with the affairs of human beings so freely. All of the ghosts of the murdered villagers saw this! They began to cry and wail! They were very angry that no one could punish the Evil King. All day long, the ghosts wailed and upset the prisoners, as well as the Evil King. Every night too, no one could sleep because of the crying of the ghosts.
The Evil King grew more angry. He had stopped being satisfied a long time ago. He did not know what to do. He wanted the ghosts to leave, and he wanted to keep all of the things he had stolen from the townsfolk. He did not like what was happening. Even though he had everything he wanted, he still was not happy, not even a little bit. Every day he hit the servants. He made them lie down in the toilets and spread dirt and muck on each other. The Evil King smiled as they did so. Still he was not happy. Every day, he abused the servants, and spat in their faces. He would cut pieces off of them while they were alive, and cook it to eat. Sometimes he used to give the pieces to the family members to eat. If they did not, he would kill that family member, and order the rest to eat the corpse. The Evil King chuckled to himself, but still, he was not happy. The Evil King crippled many of the slaves. He forced them to wear clothes that stopped their arms and legs from growing. He used to tie cloth around the heads of babies and tighten it everyday, so that the babies grew up with deformed skulls and faces. He tormented the children and broke them psychologically so they would act as his slaves without question. The Evil King liked to paint the things he saw and did. He often hung the pictures in the prison. If anyone damaged the paintings, he would put them through excruciating torture. The paintings were more well kept than any of the slaves! Whilst the slaves were covered in filth, the Evil King's paintings of deformed children and maimed townsfolk were carefully looked after. That Evil King liked to give food to the paintings and to the corpses of the dead slaves, even though they could not eat it. The Evil King put warm blankets over the paintings, while many slaves were freezing, naked, without even rags to cover them. If anyone tried to take the blankets or foods, he would kill them and hang them next to the paintings. All of the townsfolk were very afraid. They did not like what had happened. The ghosts stopped crying and wailing. They were very sad, and could not leave. Everyone wanted something to happen, but still, it was not time for the Evil King to be deposed (vanquished).
One day, while the slaves were working in the fields to grow food, the Evil King decided to have a nap. While he was sleeping, everyone continued working very hard. After all, if the Evil King heard anything happening, he could wake up and catch them very quickly, no matter where they were. While he was asleep, two people escaped from that field! It was the educated man who knew about Holy Scripture, and a young boy, the only one of his family still alive. They saw a ditch full of filth next to a waterfall. They hid underneath the filth, so no one could see them. The sound of the waterfall masked the sound of their breathing. When the Evil King woke up, he noticed that some people were gone! He was very angry and began to beat all the villagers. He even killed some of them, but no one said anything. The Evil King ran everywhere, looking for them, faster than the wind! He couldn't see them. He used his ears to listen for their breathing, but he couldn't hear them. The Evil King saw the waterfall, he thought they were hiding underneath. Quick as a flash, he jumped in, and swam deep down, looking for anyone hiding. He came out of from the water, because has afraid that more people would run away while he was looking. He did not think to look in the ditch of filth. The Evil King was frustrated. For the first time ever, some people had escaped from him! No one had ever escaped from his cruel grip, except those that had died. Even though the prisoners had escaped, no one was happy, because it would mean more beatings and executions for the rest. Sure enough, within a week, the Evil King tortured and executed nearly everyone who had been in that field at the time. He kept a few children alive, and promised that he would not kill them, if only they told him what they knew. Still, no one said anything at all.
Meanwhile, the two escaped prisoners were very happy to be free!
But they could not stop thinking about the other prisoners, and began to cry. The first thing they did after the Evil King had gone back to his castle, was to wash themselves in the waterfall. All the filth which had been stuck on their body for years and years was finally gone! They took some food from the field that they had been forced to work, and ate their fill.
They made some simple clothes from twigs and leaves and covered themselves. At last, they were clothed and fed, after countless years of starvation and nakedness. Still, they both were very sad, and could not forget about the remaining prisoners. The ghosts of the murdered villagers came to help them and comfort them. The Angel that had been listening to the prayers of the educated man came to his side. Neither the educated man or the young boy noticed how many spirits were helping them.
The two of them lived in a cave on a mountain nearby. They only went out at night time. They used to steal food from the field they had worked. Sometimes the other prisoners noticed and left things for them. Sometimes the educated man and the young boy used to hide things for the prisoners too! They left clues for each other, so that the Evil King would not notice.
Every day, the educated man taught the young boy scripture. The Angel helped the young boy, sharpening his eyesight so that he could see through and cut rocks with just his vision. The ghosts of the murdered people were crying in the ears of those two, so that they began to hear the voices of spirits. Soon, the young boy could hear the crying out of people trapped in the Evil King's prison. He used to cry every night. He listened to his former friends and villagers lamenting every night. From listening to the educated man, the Angel and the ghosts of the villagers, the young boy improved his hearing a lot! He could even hear the Evil King in his castle, and all of the Evil Kings thoughts. The young boy was very afraid. He did not want to be caught by the Evil King. Still, the Angel reassured him: even though the young boy could hear every thought of the Evil King, the Evil King could not hear the young boy. The young boy grew to hate the Evil King more than ever before. The young boy heard every thought of the Evil King, and was so disgusted that he cried out in his dreams. The educated man gave up his share of food to the young boy, so that he could grow up strong and healthy. While the boy slept every night, the ghosts of the villagers helped that young boy, connecting him to the villagers still living in the prison. Soon, when the boy cried out, the villagers could hear him! From now on, whenever the boy heard the thoughts of the Evil King, he cried out to warn the prisoners. Whenever he heard any prisoner suffering there, he used to whisper to them to calm them down and reassure them.
The Evil King was growing very paranoid! He did not know how his slaves knew to avoid him! He was sure it was connected to the two people who had escaped. He began to think back about those two. He knew the young boy, the Evil King had murdered his mother in front of him. The Evil King was sure that the young boy could not be doing all of this. After all, he was just a child. Then the Evil King remembered something about the man! He remembered the man was educated, and was versed in Holy Scriptures! The Evil King was sure that the educated man was doing some magic against him, and the Evil King became very angry and afraid. But still, the Evil King did not know anything about scripture, and did not know what to do. He decided to eat the flesh of the servants, and drink their blood, to terrify them all, and to fight against the magic of the educated man.
The young boy was growing every day, and needed more food as time went by. He began to feel bad about taking the educated mans food. The educated man was growing weak and ill. One day, the young boy heard the barking of the Evil Kings dogs, while they were hunting. The boy had an idea. He watched the dogs with his sharp eyesight, even whilst sitting on top of the mountain. He lay in wait in a forest on a windy day. The noise of the wind rustling leaves and branches was very loud. The young boy started to make a sound with his mouth, like the sound of the wind. He whispered this sound into the ear of the Evil King, so only the Evil King could hear it. All of the ghosts saw this and began to join in. Soon, the Evil King could only hear the sound of the wind! While the Evil King was deafened, the young boy killed a few of the hunting dogs, and carried their bodies back to the cave. The Evil King was confused! He did not know what to think. He thought that an Angel had carried off his dogs as punishment for his crimes. He grew very bitter. After all, they were his dogs! No one could take anything away from the Evil King! Still, the Evil King had to admit the truth, and was furious about it, but could not tell anyone. The Evil King felt humiliated that someone or something had taken his hunting dogs while he was there. He was very angry, and began to think that someone was living in that forest. He was also scared that whatever had taken his dogs could hurt or kill him! He ordered that forest to be cut down, so that anyone hiding there could be caught. But the young boy and the educated man were living in a cave on the mountain, safely. Furthermore, they stole some of the chopped wood. Now they had firewood and could keep warm on freezing nights.
The educated man continued to teach the boy Holy Scripture. The Angel taught the young boy how to share his body heat with people far away. Now, while sitting by the fire, the young boy could transmit the heat to people living in the castle, such as the cold prisoners. Soon, the ghosts of the villagers were becoming happy at what was happening! Some of the prisoners began to live in peace. Still, the boy could not forget about what happened to his family. He went out by himself and cried every day. The Angel began to comfort the young boy. The educated man was lonely but happy after seeing and meeting the angel personally. After a life of studying Holy Scripture, he suddenly had so much knowledge and experience of the spirit! His faith grew stronger. He began to believe in the Angel, the villagers, and especially the young boy. He started to put more faith and trust in the young boy, especially as he was growing sick and old. Soon he would die. Some days he could not even get up. He knew that the young boy would be the only person free enough to do something about the Evil King.
The Evil King became more miserable than before. He thought that he could not punish the slaves anymore. He used to rub ice on them before they went to sleep, but the ice melted when it touched their skin, due to the concentration of the educated man and the young boy, working together with the Angel and the ghosts. The Evil King could not tell the difference. He thought that he was freezing the prisoners to death! He thought that the cold prisoners would eventually die. He was very surprised when they didn't! He began to hurt the slaves a lot. Many of them became useless for working. The Evil King kept them around for his personal amusement.
The boy started to pray on the top of the mountain at nighttime, under the directions of the educated man. The two of them called for help. The Angel appeared before them. The educated man began to cry in happiness! Even though he had felt the presence of the Angel for many years, he had never seen it. It was indescribably beautiful. The educated man felt all of his pain dissolve and disappear. He felt as if he could die happy. The young boy was angry! He asked why the Angel was not helping them more! The young boy wanted to kill the Evil King. He asked the Angel for help. From that day on, the two of them saw the Angel every day at nighttime, on the mountaintop. The Angel helped them send food to the trapped prisoners at nighttime, to keep them alive. Many of the prisoners were still very unhappy. Some of them even preferred to die than to keep living! They did not want the Evil King to know that someone was helping them! Still, the young boy kept trying to help them. When the Evil King noticed that the prisoners were not starving, he removed their teeth and cut out their tongues.
The Angel led the boy to some wood one day. The young boy asked what this had to do with killing the Evil King. The Angel taught the boy that everything grows into a pattern, just like wood! Wood is very strong in some directions, but very weak in other directions. If you know how to apply force to it, you could easily break it! But if you knew how to construct it, you could make very strong things out of wood. He taught the young boy to look at the lines in the wood. The Angel taught him everything that had happened to the tree while it was growing. The young boy learned to see these things in the patterns of the wood. Soon, he could tell what the pattern of wood was, even inside the tree! He knew exactly what had happened to each tree by looking at it.
One day, the educated man took a stick and gave it to the young boy. He told the young boy to break the stick. The young boy did so, very easily. Then the educated man gave him a bundle of sticks. He told the boy to try to break the bundle. To his suprise, the young boy couldn't break the sticks when they were bundled together! That night, the young boy gathered all the ghosts and prisoners together. He made them stay together, just like the bundle of sticks. He thought of how wood is strong in some ways, and weak in other ways.
From now on, whenever the Evil King tried to beat the prisoners, he made all the prisoners help each other. He made the strong parts of the prisoners resist the beatings of the Evil King. He hid the weak parts of the prisoners from the Evil King. No matter how much the Evil King used to run around the slaves, hitting them, they all stayed together, and the force of the blows was lessened. No matter from which way the Evil King struck the slaves, the young boy and the educated man instructed the prisoners to turn so that their strong side took the force of the blow.
Soon, the Evil Kings beatings became ineffectual. The prisoners were very happy, but could not smile. If they smiled, the Evil King would tie them and hang them up for days. He would stuff dirty rags in their mouths so they could not eat. If they laughed, the Evil King would drown them. No one knew what to do. The young boy did not know what to do next. Everytime he tried to help the prisoners, the Evil King's punishments grew worse and worse and worse. No matter what he did, the prisoners still suffered. The young boy wanted to free the prisoners, but as long as the Evil King was alive, they would never be safe. The Evil King would find and follow them, killing as many as he could. Many of the prisoners had lost hope. Everytime they got help from the young boy and the angel, the Evil King hurt them even more! Soon, they began to wish that no one would help them.
The young boy began to despair. As the slaves lost hope, he could no longer reach and help them. This made everyone even more upset.The educated man taught the young boy a final lesson: the more they were upset about what was happening, the less they could do. Only when they were free from hate and desire, could they be free. At the moment the young boy heard these words, he felt his body becoming very light! He started to float. The young boy began to fly through the air, faster than the wind! The educated man was very happy. Now he was satisfied that the young boy could free the slaves. He promised the young boy he would always help him and be with him. Then he died. The young boy laid his corpse on the mountaintop. Now he was alone.
The Evil King and the prisoners noticed that something had changed! Somehow, they felt the educated man die. The Evil King was very happy. He thought that something he did had caused the educated man to die. He did not know the young boy was coming for revenge. The Evil King began to feel proud. Now that he had killed the troublesome man, he would soon surely kill the boy as well. At least, that is what he thought to himself.
The young boy heard everything the Evil King was thinking. He became very angry. He gathered some possessions and began to live more and more near the castle where the Evil King lived. Every night, he would fly into the castle and steal things. At first, the Evil King did not notice. After all, he had many possessions and often broke them. He was sure that he had just misplaced them, or broken them and forgotten. After a long time, the Evil King started to notice more of his favourite possessions were missing. He did not know what was happening, and thought the slaves were stealing and hiding them as revenge for the death of the educated man. The Evil King ran around his castle, every day, outside and inside, looking for his things. He looked in the village, but could not find them.
One night, his annoyance reached it's limit. He gathered many slaves together and tied them up in the village. He tore down the houses around them, and stacked kindling wood. He planned to set fire to them! The young boy flew someplace close by and watched. As the Evil King set fire to the pile of wood, the young boy stayed in shadows, so the Evil King could not see him. The slaves who were to be burned began to whisper, pretending to be afraid. Really, they were trying to cover the sounds of the young boy's breathing. They hoped the young boy would save them. The Evil King grew suspicious. He knew something was happening, but didn't know what. He twitched his ears, hoping to catch a sound of whoever was there. The tied up villagers noticed and began to scream and shout! They did not want the Evil King to notice the young boy! They cried for forgiveness and mercy! The pleaded with the Evil King, distracting him.
The young boy summoned all his strength and energy and blew on the fire that the Evil King was setting. He blew it out! The Evil King was more annoyed than before. Someone was definitely trying to save these prisoners! The Evil King began to run around the wood very fast, setting fire to it at many places. The young boy flew from one side to another, hidden by shadows, and blew it out every time. The Evil King began to laugh! No one could move faster than him! He burned people alive every day! No one could stop him from killing the slaves! The young boy kept blowing out the fires, but the Evil King set the fires so the breath of the young boy made the fires hotter! When the young boy breathed on the fire, it became stronger! The young boy kept blowing air until he ran out of strength. He felt as if he could not blow air anymore. He was tired of keeping up with the Evil King.
The Evil King was an expert at burning people! The Evil King was winning! The young boy was sad. He did not want to watch the villagers die. He started to pray. The Angel came to help him! Many of the villagers were amazed! They could see the Angel too! Some of them started to cry! They felt the burden lift from their hearts! The Evil King thought they were crying about being burned alive. He could not see the Angel. The Angel taught the young boy that his breath was linked to his thoughts. The boy was running out of breath because he could not fix his concentration. The Angel taught the boy to hold his attention. First, the boy thought of the villagers. He inhaled a large breath and blew! Some of the fire went out! Secondly, the boy thought of the Angel, and Holy Scripture. He inhaled an even large breath and blew! More of the fire went out! Still, some fire was left! The boy thought of the educated man with whom he had escaped, and had taught him everything he knew before he died. He inhaled a long breath and blew! The Evil King was knocked back by the force of his breath! The fire went out. The villagers were very happy not to be burned! But they knew the Evil King would try something else. The Evil King was angry and confused. He did not know how the fire had gone out. It was the first time it had happened like this. The Evil King took the slaves back to the castle. The young boy flew to the castle and watched everything. Now that he had been so close to saving them, he did not want to leave their side! From that day on, whenever the Evil King tried to burn the slaves, or pour boiling oil or water on the prisoners, the young boy blew through the window, so that the fire and heat went back on the Evil King instead of the slaves. From then on, the Evil King stopped visiting the kitchens. Some of the servants began to eat there quietly, now that the Evil King was not watching them so much.
The Evil King was very angry. He hated the slaves so much! Before he had been very pleased at making them his prisoners, but now it was becoming difficult to torture them. The Evil King decided to tie up all the prisoners. He hung them upside down. Whenever any of them had to go to the toilet, they made a big mess all over themselves and eachother. When the Evil King was not looking, the young boy used to take some water and clean them. The villagers used to pretend to be afraid and cry out to cover the sounds. Still, the Evil King could see through walls. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not catch the young boy. He could not even see what was happening clearly! All the Evil King saw was a rushing of wind! Whenever the Evil King ran to catch him, the young boy was long gone. The Evil King began to think that an Angel was punishing him. Secretly, the young boy began to teach the prisoners how to pray! The Angel came and helped them too! Soon, they had powers like the young boy.
One day, the Evil King was especially upset. He felt as if his whole life had been ruined. Nothing he had ever done had brought him happiness. Sometimes he thought he heard the prisoners laughing! He was going crazy! The only laughter he had ever enjoyed was his own. The Evil King was lonely and afraid. He had no one to confide in. One night, the young boy and some of the villagers carried off all of his dogs. When the Evil King woke up, the dogs were all gone! Now he had to hunt by himself. Every day, the Evil King had to get up and go out to get food. There was no one left who could work the fields, and all of his dogs had vanished.
The Evil King hatched a plan to kill every single slave of his. He would move to another place and do the same thing all over again. He would build another castle in a far off land where no one had heard of him. But first, he would destroy all of those villagers who were still remaining. He gathered them up in their cells at the bottom of the castle. He began to destroy the castle with his bare hands! He wanted the castle to fall down on them and kill them all!
The young boy and the villagers planned to fly away as soon as the Evil King left. But as they were about to leave, the Evil King appeared! He knew they were trying to escape! He closed the windows and doors, and threw things at the slaves to stop them from fleeing. He tangled them up in nets and dragged them down. The young boy swiftly evaded all of the nets. He was very good at reading the Evil King's thoughts. Every time the Evil King tried to catch the young boy, the young boy flew, just out of his reach. The Evil King was furious! He tried to jump and catch the young boy! But the thoughts of his desires and fears made him heavy. Then the Evil King had an idea! He began to call out and taunt the young boy, mocking him. He reminded the boy how he had killed his mother and entire family, how the educated man was now dead, and how the Evil King had his way with everyone in the village. He laughed, telling the young boy how much he had enjoyed it, and that he would catch the young boy and do even worse to him! He tried to make the young boy afraid and angry, hoping that the young boy would be weighed down and unable to fly, but the young boy kept reciting Holy scripture. Nothing could distract him!
The Evil King had another idea! He began to throw the slaves at the young boy! The Evil King was very strong and threw them very hard. If the boy did nothing, they would all get hurt! The boy started to get distracted. Then he remembered what the Angel had taught him about fixing his concentration. He used his breath to soften the landings of the thrown slaves. The Evil King was incensed! He grabbed the slaves and started killing them as quickly as he could, in front of the young boy! The young boy straight away began to fall to the ground, he was very afraid for the lives of the villagers. But the Angel caught him, and didn't let him fall into the hands of the Evil King. The boy started to pray to the Angel, asking for a way to kill the Evil King. The Angel reminded him of the power of vision he had obtained!
The boys eyesight became even sharper than ever before! Just by looking at the Evil King, he started to cut him with his vision! He had to be careful not to cut the slaves by accident, but he was not afraid, after all, he did not want to lose his power and fall to the ground! Instead, he focused all his energy like the Angel had taught him. First, he thought of the villagers. With a single glance, he pierced the Evil King's hands and rendered them useless to harm others! Secondly, he thought of Holy scripture, and the Angel. With a second glance, he severed the legs of the Evil King so that he could not flee from justice, and fate! Thirdly he thought of the educated man who had taught him everything, and given his own food, who had helped him escape and taught him how to pray. With a final glance, that young boy looked on the face of the Evil King, totally unafraid. The head of the Evil King was separated from his shoulders and fell off! Finally, the Evil King's reign of horror and terror was over! All of the villagers were happy and could not believe it! Even though many of them had died and suffered, still they were free at last!
The young boy began to cry. Even though he had killed the Evil King and freed them, still, he could not undo what had happened to them. The Angel appeared to the villagers, telling them to pray. The Angel told them to think of the young boy who had saved them. All of the villagers concentrated on the young boy, filled with gratitude for what he had done and began to cry in joy. They were filled with an immense light! As they thanked the boy, their wounds were healed. The Angel taught the boy to cry on the bodies of the dead, and they were miraculously brought back to life! The boy wanted to bring the educated man who had helped him escape back to life, but his body was long gone. The Angel told the boy to write down the names of those dead people and cry over it. Even if he did not know their names, he just asked the Angel what he should write and wrote it. The boy used his sharp vision to carve the names of the dead into the rocks of the castle. He cried over it, and the rocks became the bodies of the lost! Even the educated man and the young boy's mother came back to life! Everyone was alive again! All of the ghosts of the dead came back into their bodies, except those that had passed on. The boy was happy. He tore down that castle with his eyes and built a new village with the Angel and the villagers. He shared all the possessions that had been taken. He made the villagers marry each other too, so everyone had someone to love and no-one was lonely or without a family. Now, no one was poor or rich, or had more than another. Everyone had enough and shared everything. They began to work the fields in happiness, commemorating the lucky escape of the boy and the educated man.
They made the educated man their king, and he taught them scripture and ruled them wisely, making sure the Angel approved of all he did. That village became so wealthy, successful and prosperous, they began to create gifts, and sent them out all over the world! Everyone in the world knew about the wonderful village where there was so much happiness and joy! The people of that village worked together. They put together a lot of food and fed people who were hungry, even if they were not from that village! If anyone asked how they made so much gifts and food that they could give it away, they simply pointed out the Holy scripture, the educated man and the young boy. That was their proof! Soon everyone in the world began to pray. Under the guidance of people from that village, everyone in the world came to see and listen to the Angel.
If anyone couldn't see the Angel, the young boy and the educated man went to talk to them and helped them. Some people were confused, but in the end, they all worked together to straigten out their problems and lived happily ever after.
NOTE: This story is not finished, needs to undergo formatting and re-writing.