Witch of Soul

In a quiet village, nestled beneath the shadow of mist-covered mountains, there lived a woman called the Witch of Soul. Her gift was unlike any other—she could peer into a person’s heart and ease the deepest of wounds. People journeyed from far and wide, seeking her help, and she would take their pain upon herself, granting them solace.

But her gift came with a heavy price. Each time she healed someone, she absorbed a fragment of their sorrow. Over time, her once-light heart grew burdened, laden with the grief, guilt, and regrets of countless souls. Yet, the witch persisted, believing it was her duty to bear the pain of others.

One fateful day, a young man named Lior arrived at her door, his face etched with unbearable grief. His family had been taken from him in a tragic accident, leaving him utterly alone. He begged the Witch of Soul to rid him of his sorrow, to take away his agony and the memories that haunted him.

The witch gazed into his eyes, sensing the depth of his anguish. She was ready to offer him the relief he sought, just as she had done for so many others. But as she prepared to absorb his sorrow, something within her faltered. For the first time, she questioned her approach to healing.

“If I take your pain, you will lose the memory of what you loved most about them,” she said softly.

“I can’t bear this any longer,” Lior whispered, his voice trembling. “The pain is too much.”

The witch understood his suffering—she had carried the weight of many hearts within her own. But she also knew that without sorrow, one could never fully appreciate the depth of love and joy. Kneeling beside him, she clasped his hands in hers.

“Sorrow is a part of life,” she said gently. “It shapes us, teaches us, and makes us who we are. I cannot take away all your pain, but I can help you live with it. In time, you will find that even in loss, there is beauty—the memory of love.”

Tears welled in Lior’s eyes, but for the first time, there was a glimmer of hope. The witch did not remove his grief, but she gave him something more precious—the strength to endure, and the wisdom to see meaning in his suffering.

From that moment, the Witch of Soul changed her approach. No longer did she absorb the pain of others, leaving herself burdened. Instead, she taught people how to carry their sorrow with grace, to find healing not in forgetting, but in embracing the fullness of life’s experiences—both joy and pain.

In time, the village came to understand that true healing wasn’t the absence of suffering, but the ability to carry it with courage and understanding. And the Witch of Soul, once weighed down by the grief of others, found her own heart lighter, filled with the knowledge that life’s beauty lay in its complexity.

**Moral**: Sorrow is an essential part of life, shaping our understanding of love and joy. Healing comes not from erasing pain, but from learning to endure it, finding strength and wisdom in the process.