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This is the tale from a long time ago, about a woman named Nefer. Come listen if you want, I shan't force you to stay, but who knows, maybe this story could lead you to find something you never knew about this land,
It starts in a town named Apophis, it was a normal day for Nefer, she had just finished up the cleaning and was now setting up shop, she had a variety of things there, from herbs to bandages, you could find almost anything. However, for the less fortunate, for example, those in debt or the sick who could not be cured, she ran a side business. It was difficult to find out about this part of her life, considering it was her most hidden shade, however, if you were to find out and you had what she wanted, she would do business with you. Hmm? Oh, what kind of business? Why the magic kind of course! Oh, the miracles she would perform! They were simply splendid! And as long as she got paid she was perfectly happy with helping. ”What if someone didn't pay?”
Didn't pay? Well, those people were never heard from again so it's safe to assume nothing good, now back to my story. So as she was going along her day, she got a new customer in that day, when she had asked what he would like to buy he spoke of a brother in need and that he could pay her another day, and while she did agree to help she told the man that depending on what this brother was going through she would need something different from him
When they had finally arrived at the man's camp she could see a shriveled, starving man, who looked like death, it was a horrible sight. She walked closer and no dought, this was due to a curse, and it started in his right arm. She had looked back at her customer and told him she would need a new arm for him, so he needed to go and get one whether that be by force or not, so he left the tent and came back with an arm a few hours later. Is that another question? Where did he get the arm? That's a story for another day, but now that she had the arm she cut off his old one and attached the new one, it was a perfect fit
Once the deal was done and the arm was attached, she told the mad she would need a vile of his blood, so he did as told and thanked her afterward. She left to go back home to see her husband waiting for her, I shall tell a tale about him later but you can know his name is Isfet. However that night with the man from earlier, he had watched his friend turn to dust shortly after she had left, he was mortified and went back to the village to find her, after asking around he had found where she lived and waited till nightfall.
Once Ra had ridden his carriage over the horizon and was going through his stages and Khonsu had risen, he went back to the village and snuck into her home, her husband was sleeping next to her but he didn't do anything about it, all he did was stab the woman and cut off her arm before leaving
When Isfet awoke he saw that the bedsheets were as red as the morning sun, and he saw his wife bleeding, although most of the blood was dry by now, and missing an arm. Some swore his scream of grief woke Anubis from slumber and was louder than that of the vengeful ghosts in Duat, however when he cried and cried over the body nothing more happened than him wetting her in his tears.
He had pleaded to get her mummified so her beauty could be forever preserved, and eventually, it had worked…. But what kind of story would this be without a plot twist?
Legend has it that Nefer awoke from her slumber and is still looking for her arm, and if you ever see a woman covered in bandages missing an arm, let her into your house, and treat her kindly, she’ll repay you with a blessing. Deny her common hospitality, however, and be dragged down to Duat to suffer forever.