[ WP ] Write a story about a fantasy evil healer ( not just because he 's part of an evil team ) .

She was blessed among daughters, they told her, crowned with the Gift of the Everlasting Woods. 
 
 From a young age she was enclosed in the shrine of the great Temple and there, every day, numerous people from all lands would seek audience with her. 
 
 With a song, she healed. 
 
 With a song, she watched the days past by in countless repetition as the shadows drew low over her chambers. 
 
 Then one day something happened to break the monotony of her life. A boy broke into the temple. 
 
 He was a thief. One of many starving children wandering the streets of the Great City. He had come to steal ornaments of the Temple to sell in the streets. He amused her. He gave her his scarf in exchange for the ornaments. He left. 
 
 The next night, he returned. 
 
 She did n't notice it at first, but they grew close as time passed. By the time she had reached maidenhood she began to see the strength of his form and the pleasure in his smile. 
 
 But his visits began to grow infrequent. He was going to get married soon, he told her, for the ornaments he had stolen had made him wealthy. 
 
 When he was not on his guard, she brushed against his arm. 
 
 A curse sank into his skin. He did n't notice of course, but he came to her later in the Temple to be healed as one of her ardent worshippers. She blessed him then, removing the cough he had developed. She cursed him again. 
 
 He returned about a week later, a strange rash had developed on his arms. She blessed him. She cursed him. 
 
 He returned with a bloodied cough. He had to stay longer for healing, she told him, because it would be a difficult treatment. 
 
 She blessed him. She cursed him. He had to stay with her forever if he wanted to see the next day. 
 
 She cursed him. Curses spilled forth from her song. The Temple grew into a deathly, shadowy place. She cused her worshippers for amusement, to savour the fear and the worry on their faces. She cursed daily until one day she found that her healing had turned into a curse. 
 
 It was a man. A man came to her requesting a cure from a persistent backache. He was a simple merchant. He was a simple man. She touched his shoulder and his spine healed. His spine healed and shot out through his back, hardening into a tail-like carapace. His eyes grew with worship. His flesh warped and deformed. 
 
 Yes, he was healed. He was also cursed. 
 
 She raised her voice and cursed the City.
