Even Though I Was The Real Saint I Was Exiled

Okay, so picture this. Me, right? Shining beacon of goodness. Basically, a saint. Like, the real deal. You know, healing the sick, comforting the downtrodden, accidentally making flowers bloom just by walking past them – the whole shebang.

I wasn’t asking for it, mind you. It just…happened. Apparently, being pure of heart has its perks. Or, you know, *did* have its perks. Key word: did.

Because guess what? I got exiled. Yeah. Kicked out. Sent packing. Can you believe it?

Wait, What? A Saint Gets Exiled?

I know, right? The irony is practically dripping off the ceiling. It’s like a bad joke. A really, really bad joke. And I’m the punchline. But stick with me, because the story gets even wilder.

So, everyone *loved* me at first. I was the toast of the town! Literally, people were toasting me with everything. Wine, mead, even that weird berry juice that tastes like…well, feet. They’d sing my praises! “Oh, [Your Name Here], you’re so wonderful! You’re so kind! You’re so…saintly!”

Then…things got weird. See, I was a little too good. *A little too pure*. Apparently, that makes people uncomfortable. Who knew?

Think about it. If you’re surrounded by someone constantly radiating saintliness, it kind of makes you look bad, doesn’t it? Like, “Oh, look at me, I accidentally helped a stray cat today. [Your Name Here] just cured a whole village of the plague. I’m such a failure!”

People started whispering. Muttering behind my back. Giving me the side-eye. It was…unpleasant, to say the least.

And then the rumors started. Oh, the rumors! They were magnificent! And by magnificent, I mean completely and utterly ridiculous.

The (Completely Untrue) Rumors

One rumor was that I was secretly hoarding all the happiness. Like I had a giant vault filled with joy and I was just sitting on it, cackling maniacally. “Mwahahaha! No happiness for you, peasants! It’s all mine!”

Another one? That I was actually a demon in disguise, using my saintly powers to lull everyone into a false sense of security before… I don’t know…opening a portal to the underworld? Honestly, their imaginations were impressive. In a terrifying kind of way.

My personal favorite was the one about me controlling the weather. Apparently, the unseasonably sunny weather we were having was all my fault. “She’s hogging all the sunshine! We’re going to have a drought! It’s all the saint’s fault!” As if I had some kind of sun-controlling remote control hidden up my sleeve. *Please*.

And the worst part? People *believed* it!

So, What Happened Next?

Well, the town elders (aka the grumpy old guys who were probably jealous of my youth and radiant complexion) decided that I was “disrupting the natural order.” Which, let’s be honest, is code for “making us look bad.”

They held a town meeting. There were torches and pitchforks involved. Okay, maybe not *actual* pitchforks, but the atmosphere was definitely pitchfork-y. And after a lot of heated debate (and probably some strategically placed bribes), they voted. And guess what?

I was banished.

“For the good of the town,” they said. “To restore balance,” they said. “Don’t come back,” they definitely implied.

So, here I am. Exiled. A saint without a country. A radiant beacon of goodness wandering the wilderness. You know, typical Tuesday.

The moral of the story? Maybe don’t be too good. It scares people. Also, always pack a spare toothbrush. You never know when you’re going to get kicked out of your own town.

So, yeah, that’s my life right now. Want another coffee? I’ve got some time to kill.