The Gentle Beast🔊

Once, in the quiet town of Abrahamville lived a mysterious creature named Ouscarr, touted as the 'Gentle Beast'. Everyone in the town knew of him, yet none had seen him.

Ouscarr, a mythical entity, wholly constituted by the myths, half-baked truths, and rumors. Some said he was a beast, grizzled and fierce, inhabiting the dense forest surrounding the town. Others claimed him to be a specter, a shape-shifter, who changed faces at whim and will. But there was a tale, a tale woven with the threads of kindness and acceptance, which talked about the 'Gentle Beast', he who viewed the world not as the beast but as the gentlest of beings.

Winston, a curious little boy, lived with his grandmother in the quaint town. Like all his playmates, Winston was both fascinated and terrified of the supposedly monstrous being of the forest. But his grandmother, an ancient soul with wisdom flowing in her veins, painted a different picture of Ouscarr. Every night, she unfolded the chronicles of the Gentle Beast, talking about his compassionate heart, his empathetic vision, and his ability to bring peace to the most tumultuous souls.

One stormy night, Winston's grandmother fell gravely ill. With the continuous downpour prohibiting any passage out of the town, the hope of fetching a physician dwindled, making the room heavy with fear and anticipation. As the desperate hours slid by, the little boy recalled his grandmother's words, 'In the direst of hours, the kindest of souls extends their hand.' At this juncture, Winston, carrying hope as his torch, braced himself and stepped into the raging storm, heading towards the abyss of the forest.

Forging ahead deeper into the woods, his heart filled with the burning desire to save his beloved grandparent, he called out to the Gentle Beast. The reply came, not in words but a silent presence that descended upon the forest, a tranquility that tamed the wild wind. There, standing before the petrified boy, was a magnificent creature with sparkling emerald-green eyes. It softly ushered Winston towards its dwelling, defying any fragment of malevolent aura associated with the myth.

In the dwelling, the Gentle Beast offered Winston a magical herb known for its divine healing power. The herb, however, came with a condition. Once used, the Gentle Beast would vanish forever, his existence reduced to nothing but the delicate threads of tales. Feeding his trust into the words of Ouscarr, Winston accepted the divine herb and returned to his ailing grandmother.

With the first light of dawn, the tempest subsided, opening the gateway of the town. As the queer herb blended with his grandmother's tea, a miraculous change washed over her frail features. Her strength revived, and life kindled in her ashen face, a miracle that left the passerby physicians astounded.

Ouscarr, true to his word, vanished, the forest seemed emptier without his mystical presence. In his place, there existed a tale, a tale of the Gentle Beast who traded its existence for a life. The town of Abrahamville remembered Ouscarr, not as a mythical monster but as the angel who saved one of their own. As for Winston, he became the new narrator of Ouscarr's epic tale, preserving the memory of the Gentle Beast within the heart of Abrahamville.

Through Ouscarr, the myth turned reality, the villagers learned that the power of love and kindness was profounder than the strength of any beast. The tale of the Gentle Beast became a reminder to look beyond the facade, to understand, accept, and finally, to love. Ouscarr wasn't merely an enchanting story element; he was a lesson posed brilliantly as an incredible narrative.