Ramba rubbed his sore shoulders, stretching out his arms.
"I think we should head back into our bodies. Had enough fun for the day," he said, voice tired.
"Yeah," Chippo replied, her tone calm. "But before we do… there's something you need to know."
Ramba looked at her, curiosity mixed with exhaustion. "Okay…"
"You're body is cursed."
"What?" Ramba's eyes widened.
"Your body is cursed," she repeated, gesturing at him.
"Open your eyes the curse is right there all around your body" said Chippo
He frowned and focused, squinting at himself. And then he saw it.
Large, heavy chains—dark, shadowy, and writhing—were wrapped around his body. They pulsed faintly, tightening as if aware of his gaze.
He tried to lift them, pull them off—but it was useless. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?! These things are too heavy!"
"What do curses even do? Will I die?" he asked, a mix of fear and frustration.
Chippo shook her head. "I can't identify what sort of curse it is. I'm not some sort witch. I'm a Hunter."
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Curses
Authors Explaination
Curses are not just fairy tales or myths. They are spoken or enacted wishes for harm, misfortune, or evil to befall someone, operating through words, rituals, or spiritual means.
They range from simple profanity—swear words or hexes meant to irritate—to complex invocations calling upon supernatural powers for terrible outcomes.
Some curses fade over time, some persist for decades, even centuries. Some can be resisted, some cannot.
And Ramba? Well… he carries one of the heavy, lingering kind a curse born of hatred and resentment.
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Ramba stared at his chained body, swallowing hard.
"So… what now?" he asked quietly.
Chippo didn't answer immediately.
"Now you have to grow stronger "