Arrogant student slapped an old woman unaware who she was until something unexpected happened to her

As she cried and begged, one masquerade spoke with a deep angry voice that sounded like thunder inside a drum.

“Greedy human. Wicked soul. You stole what is not yours. You used friendship as a trap. Now listen carefully. Go to the village now. Go and apologize to your friend. Go and return what you stole.”

Tracy was shaking violently, crying until her face was soaked. “Please! Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Forgive me! I will go back. I will apologize. I will do anything!”

The masquerade stepped closer and warned her, “If you delay, your suffering will be worse. The gift you stole will never bless you. It will only destroy you.”

Tracy nodded quickly, crying like a child. “I will go now. I promise.”

The masquerades disappeared the same way they came, leaving Tracy alone on the floor, trembling, bruised, and terrified.

For the first time since she stole the pot, Tracy understood one hard truth:

Some shortcuts lead straight into punishment.

Meanwhile, Joy was in the village sitting on her mattress in her small room, quiet and broken. Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her chest felt heavy like someone had poured sand inside it.

She kept blaming herself. Why did I trust her? Why did I drink that thing? Why didn’t I listen to my spirit?

She stood up slowly, wiped her face, then turned—

and froze.

On her small wooden table, right there in front of her, was the white native pot.

Joy stared at it as if she were dreaming. She moved closer slowly, touched it lightly, then pulled her hand back again as if it might disappear.

“No… how?”

Her eyes filled with tears again, but this time they were tears of shock and relief.

As she kept staring at the pot, the air in the room changed gently and a voice came—soft but clear, as if it were inside her ears and also inside her heart.

“My child, be careful with Tracy. She is on her way to your house. Forgive her, but stay away from her. Do not be close to her again.”

Joy’s whole body shook. “Who… who is speaking?” she whispered.

But the voice did not answer that question. It only repeated:

“Forgive her, but stay away.”

Then the room became normal again.

A few minutes later, there was a fast, urgent knock at the door.