The Curse and The Blessing

Can you call it a blessing?

Can you call it a curse?

A little bit of both, perhaps?

I don't know how. I don't know why. This is the story of me blessed by the moon and cursed by the people.

Where does it all start?

It was a peaceful day. I was bringing water from the well before I notice the other villagers were gathering at the town square. I quickly went to see what was happening.

"What's with the crowd?" I asked

"A wandering prophet visited the village chief, I was trying to eavesdrop, and when I noticed there's already a crowd trying to know what they talked about" He answered

The village chief came out of his house and took a moment to look at the crowds of curious villagers.

(Mutterings) Villagers were gossiping with unquenchable curiosity.

Chief's expression is that of someone who fears an outcome before announcing it with a trembling voice.

"The prophet had a prophecy, there will be a monster that can cause hundreds of death here at our village"

The curious crowd took only a moment to process this information. Then chaos occurred. Panic spread across all of the villagers and they demand the village chief find a solution. I stood there thinking that I might die from the monster the prophet talked about and looked up to the moon thinking it was my last chance to see it. But how wrong I was. Out of nowhere, I began feeling tickled all over my body. All I can hear was the crowd shouting and panicking around me.

"Grrrrrrr...."

When I came to my sense I had already become a giant wolf walking on two legs, I had become a monster.