The sun had just begun to set on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the ancient Nigerian village. The villagers had just finished their evening meal and were preparing to retire for the night when a strange sound echoed through the air. It was a low, rumbling sound that seemed to come from the depths of the earth.
The villagers stopped what they were doing and looked around, trying to determine the source of the noise. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the center of the village. It was an old woman, her skin wrinkled and her hair white with age. She was dressed in a long, black cloak and her eyes glowed with an eerie light.
The villagers gasped in fear as they recognized the woman. It was the 708-year-old witch who had cursed their village so long ago. She had returned to exact her revenge.
The witch began to speak in a low, raspy voice. "You have defied me for too long," she said. "You have forgotten the power of my curse and now you will pay the price. I will take away your children and your crops. I will bring famine and disease to your village. You will suffer for your disobedience."
The villagers were terrified and began to plead with the witch to spare them. But the witch was unmoved. She waved her hand and a dark cloud descended over the village. The villagers screamed in terror as the cloud began to take shape. It was a giant, black dragon with glowing red eyes.
The dragon roared and flew over the village, setting fire to the crops and homes. The villagers ran in terror, trying to escape the dragon's wrath. But it was too late. The dragon had already destroyed everything in its path.
When the dragon had finished its rampage, the witch cackled with delight. She had exacted her revenge and the village was in ruins. The villagers had no choice but to flee and start anew.
The witch disappeared as quickly as she had appeared, leaving the villagers to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. The curse of the 708-year-old witch had come true and the village would never be the same.