Any fun folktales you got with you? I am bored and really wanna just hear some stories.... maybe put them under a spoiler is it's longer than 5 paragraphs.... and also give the spoiler a name, the name of your folktale...
Folk tales? Hmmmmm Lets seeeeee Spoiler: A normal one So, we have this dude, who basically prayed too much. He prayed so much many gods gifted him miracles. Now, he had the following powers He cannot die in something He cannot die out of something He cannot die in the morning He cannot die at night He cannot be killed by a human He cannot be killed by an animal He cannot be killed by a god He cannot be killed by a weapon I'll leave it upto you how he dies
This folktale gave left a deep impression on me, but i forgot from where does this one originated.. Spoiler: death and a widow Once upon a time, there lived a lonely widow in a tiny house near a cliff on a mountain range. Her husband died on a hiking accident years ago, and her only son died falling from the cliff near her house while playing. One day, she went out to the market and there, met a fortune teller that said that the next time the widow step out from her house, it'll be her turn to die. The widow was utterly terrified; after all, she have seen firsthand on how terrifying death could be. And so, when she got home, she immediately bars the doors of her house and resolved to never take a step outside again. Anything and everything was solved through a tiny window. One day, in the middle of a snowstorm, the widow heard a series of frantic knocking sound on her door. She, of course, didn't want to open the door for anything at all. But then, she heard the sound of a little girl crying and asking for a shelter from the unopened door. The widow's heart wavered and finally, after devising a strategy that would prevent her from forcibly taken outside by a surprise or so, open the door and let the little girl in. The little girl was extremely cold, and she looked half death. At first, it was pity that drove the widow to took care of the little girl. But living alone was lonely, and the girl reminded her of the little boy that used to be her son, and the laughter that filled the entire house whenever she told her fairy tales or just goofing around reminded the widow of the time when her family was whole and happy. Years gone by, and the widow finally viewed the little girl as her own daughter. One day, when the spring came and rows of beautiful wildflower started to bloomed in the front yard of their little hut, the little girl begged the widow to play with her outside. The widow finally relents, and finally step out from her hut with the little girl. They played in the flower fields, making flower crowns for each others, laughing happily and having their best time together. In the middle of it, the little girl suddenly asked the widow, "It wasn't that scary, right?" The widow, still smiling happily, replied to the girl, "what do you mean?" The little girl smiled, and put another flower crown to the head of the widow. "Death. I am not scary after all, right?"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narasimha#Prahlāda_legend Spoiler: Answer Gets clawed to death by a lion-human hybrid who is an avatar of a god at the boundary of his courtyard during twilight