If beauty were a black

Episode 3

A large tsunami came and wrecked the village. Overturned houses, ruined farms and tore mothers away from their wailing children. The whole place was levelled to waste and pain.

Amid all the confusion, Beauty cried and cried. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was still crying when Juhwe came. He was confused.

“I thought you knew? “

Beauty was raging and for the first time in centuries, anger boiled in her veins and then she saw it.

Coming to earth she had to abandon her form, a blinding light of pure energy to pick up a human vessel as her new gateway to walk upon this new world but it came with a price. Her vessel restricted her from seeing things as they were. She didn't see the lies, greediness, death and hypocrisy that feasted among humans. Instead, she saw the good, the hope and the promise for a better. In this same way, she didn't see her lover as he was. Juhwe’thkaki was *He who was not without death and chaos*

Beauty looked up at him and saw nothing but black and pain, and Juhwe knew. He had lost his love forever.

He sighed, and gave her one last look before riding off with his army. The harbinger of death was gone, for good.

He flew high into the heavens and tried to cry. The men of the land did it when they were grieving, but sadly he could not. He was Juhwe. He brought chaos and death wherever he went. It was who he was. It could not be helped. Someone was to bring death, and it was him. It was all about balance in the

universe. And in that balance, lay death and chaos.

She had always been tainted since she stepped into the land of man, but now this being had brought to her knowledge things she hadn't known before. Beauty now knew of things called anger, pain and

regret. She now knew of wars and deceit, of lies and hypocrisy and every single sin that had come to dine and wine amongst the people she had grown to call her own. In pain and agony, she yanked her hair from its roots and threw ashes upon it causing her hair to be black as soot. She rolled in the ground,

among the agony, dirt, sand, stone and blood. She stomped her feet till they bled. She became hard. She was no longer beauty and she could no longer see the beauty, nothing but pain and suffering. The people called out to her to bring the beautiful, but beauty was gone.

If you've ever seen a black woman, you will know her to be strong, to be resilient. To have gone through trials and tribulations without bearing a scratch. You will know her to be beautiful.

The legends say beauty went after Juhwe and his cursed band or chaos bringers. She brought up and

trained women in the art of war, tactics, flattery. The war still goes on to this day, with them chasing after Juhwe, his army and his descendants. The men who take deceive and destroy....