In a remote village, surrounded by impenetrable mountains and ancient forests, an ancestral curse plunges the inhabitants into fear and despair. THE darkness spreads, and the witch Malgar, mistress of the place, seems invincible. It is in this oppressive setting that Victor, a determined and courageous young man, finds himself stands against evil to save his childhood friend, Luc, prisoner of this dark witchcraft. Victor's journey is not just an act of bravery, but a quest for redemption and self-discovery. Accompanied by villagers with wavering loyalties, he must navigate through betrayals, face magical creatures and overcome treacherous traps. Each step brings them closer to a legendary artifact, the only key capable of breaking the witch's hold. The confrontation with Malgar is intense, a duel of spirits and arcane forces where the Victor's courage is put to the ultimate test. When the artifact is finally activated, the battle for the soul of the village reaches its peak. Heartbreaking sacrifices are necessary, and victory is won at the cost of suffering and loss. With the defeat of Malgar, the village is liberated, and Luc, finally freed, finds his place among his own. The ordeals endured forged unwavering bonds between Victor and Luc, their friendship transforming into a symbol of hope and renewal for the village. Years later, Victor and Luc, who have become legendary heroes, recount their story as a lesson in courage, friendship and redemption. "The Chronicles of the Redemption" is an epic story where each page reveals the incessant struggle between light and darkness, and the indomitable power of the human soul.
Chapter 1 Chapitre 1
The village of Bois-Sombre was nestled in a deep valley, surrounded by mountains woodlands and dense forests. Isolated from the rest of the world, this hamlet seemed frozen in time. The houses, built of solid wood, were topped with thatched roofs and
surrounded by well-kept gardens. The cobbled streets were narrow and winding, winding between the buildings like streams of stone. The village was bathed in an atmosphere of tranquility and mystery, accentuated by the legends which there have been circulating for generations.
Victor was a man of around thirty, tall and robust, with broad shoulders and with calloused hands. He had grown up in Bois-Sombre and knew every corner of the surrounding forest. A hunter and lumberjack, he was respected for his strength and skill,
but also for his pragmatic character and his skepticism. Unlike the Most of the inhabitants, Victor did not believe in the werewolf stories that fueled conversations during the long winter nights. For him, these stories were just tales to frighten children and entertain superstitious adults.
His house was on the edge of the village, near the forest. Built on its own hands, it reflected his character: solid, simple and functional. Every morning, Victor got up before dawn to go into the forest. He spent hours there, observing the animal movements, tracking game and cutting wood. The forest was his domain, a place where he felt in harmony with nature and where he found peace far from the incessant murmurs of the villagers.
In the evening, after a day of hard work, he often went to the local inn, a warm and welcoming building in the center of the village. There he found his friends, other hunters and loggers, with whom he shared stories and laughter around a mug of beer. It was a sacred ritual for Victor, a way to relax and maintain ties with your community.However, each evening, inevitably, the conversations drifted towards the legends of the village. The werewolf stories kept coming back, told in detail always more frightening and fantastic. It was said that every full moon, a beast monstrous creature haunted the forest, attacking livestock and sometimes even villagers. The most ancients swore they saw the creature with their own eyes, and some even claimed know victims of his attacks.
Victor listened to these stories with patience tinged with amusement. For him, there was no no tangible proof of the existence of this creature. The night howls
that we sometimes heard were, according to him, only those of ordinary wolves. There was no no reason to believe in a human transformation into a beast, an idea that he found absurd and irrational.
One evening, as the full moon approached, discussions at the inn took on a
more serious turn. The faces were serious and the voices, usually animated,
were stifled by fear. An old woman, known for her detailed accounts and dramatic, told the story of a young man from the neighboring village, who disappeared during the last full moon. She described with frightening precision the traces of claws and claws. blood found near the forest, suggesting that the beast had struck again.
Victor sighed and placed his mug of beer on the table. "These are stories, just stories to scare us," he declared confidently. "There is no no werewolf. This young man was probably attacked by a wolf or a other wild animal, but certainly not by a mythical creature. »
The other villagers exchanged worried glances. For them, Victor's words were those of a man blind to reality. "You're too confident, Victor," said one of the hunters. "We all heard the screams. We saw the tracks.
How do you explain this? »
Victor shrugged his shoulders. "Wolves howl, that's a fact. And the traces?
They can
be made by any animal. The forest is full of real dangers, why invent monsters? »But this time, the skeptical glances of the villagers seemed heavier
reproaches. The old woman shook her head, her sharp eyes staring at Victor. "You don't have never seen the beast, Victor. But some of us saw it. And we know that she is real. »
Tension rose in the room. Victor felt the growing hostility and understood that he was not going to convince his companions that evening. He finished his beer in silence and got up to leave. "Alright, believe what you want," he said, putting on his jacket.
"But me,
I will prove that this is all superstition. »
The moon was already high in the sky when he left the inn. Its pale rays illuminated the forest with a silvery glow, creating eerie shadows. But Victor did not let himself be intimidated. He knew that sooner or later he would find proof that the legends were just fairy tales.
The next day, Victor got up before dawn, determined to begin his investigation. He equipped himself with his rifle, provisions and his hunting knife, then plunged into the forest. He intended to spend the day exploring the most remote places, those where legends said the werewolf was hiding.
The forest was calm and silent, except for the morning songs of birds. Victor moved carefully, examining every lead and clue. He knew these woods by heart, but this time he saw them with different eyes, looking for evidence of something inexplicable.
Hours passed without him finding anything unusual. No claw marks, no of strange howls, just the forest in its wild and ordinary beauty. However, As the sun set, Victor felt a strange sensation, as if something was watching him. He stopped and looked around, but saw nothing. He shook the head, attributing this impression to his imagination.
At dusk, he found a place to spend the night, a small natural shelter formed by rocks. He lit a fire to warm himself and chased from his mind the legends that continued to haunt his thoughts. "Tomorrow I will find something," he said to himself. "
I will prove that this is all a myth. »As he prepared to sleep, a distant howl echoed through the night. Victor straightened up, all his senses on alert. This howl was different, deeper, more powerful. His heart accelerated despite himself. He stood up and walked cautiously towards the edge from his shelter, peering into the dark forest.
The minutes passed, and the silence fell again, oppressive. Victor remained on his guard,
listening attentively. Then he heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching. He squeezed his rifle, ready for any eventuality. A massive silhouette loomed in the darkness, moving between the trees with surprising agility for its size.
Victor felt a shiver run down his spine. Was it possible? The creature seemed match the villagers' descriptions. But he couldn't let himself overwhelmed by fear. He aimed precisely and waited for the figure to approach.
When the creature emerged from the shadows, Victor had difficulty believing what he saw. It was a man, tall and muscular, but his features were distorted by pain intense. His eyes shone with an unearthly glow, and his hands were clawed, like those of an animal.
The man collapsed a few meters from Victor, exhausted and panting.
"Help me..."
he whispered before losing consciousness.
Victor stood frozen, his heart racing. He slowly lowered his rifle and approached cautiously from man. Turning it over, he saw the claw and bite marks. on his body, wounds inflicted by a wild beast. However, it was clear that this man had something special, something terribly real.
That evening, Victor understood that the legends perhaps had some truth.
But he also knew that he could not go back. He had to understand what was happening actually in Darkwood and discover the truth about the werewolf.
Thus began Victor's adventure, a quest for truth and redemption that would change his life and that of the entire village of Bois-Sombre.
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