Lycian, lui aussi, était redevenu humain, ou pres
Author:unloginuser Time:2024/10/17 Read: 6263Lycian, lui aussi, était redevenu humain, ou presque, car il conservait toujours sa capacité à se transformer en corbeau. Il s’envole vers le ciel, ses ailes l’emportant vers de nouvelles aventures.________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Il déploie ses ailes, les yeux fixés vers l’horizon, un nouveau chapitre de sa vie commence, un nouveau chapitre dans un monde où les monstres n’existent plus.
Il était libre, et il était prêt à construire un avenir, un avenir où la lumière prévaudrait toujours.
The wind whipped through Lycian’s feathers as he soared above the rolling hills, the sun a warm blaze against his back. He was free, a human again, or almost. His ability to transform into a raven remained, a constant reminder of his past battles against the creatures of the night. He had been a warrior, a protector against the shadows that threatened to engulf the world. But those days were over. The monsters had been vanquished, and peace had returned.
He landed on a moss-covered rooftop, the cityscape spread before him like a tapestry. A new chapter was beginning, one where he could live among humans, a life he had once only dreamt of. Yet, a nagging unease settled in his gut. The victory felt… incomplete. The monsters were gone, but their legacy remained. Whispers of strange happenings, unsettling events, and unexplainable disappearances began to filter through the city.
Lycian, once a warrior, couldn’t ignore the call to action. He sought out the whispers, following the trails of fear and unease. He visited the abandoned warehouse where a young woman had vanished, her screams echoing in the emptiness. He investigated the abandoned theater where shadows danced on the stage, mocking the empty seats. Each time, he felt a pull, a faint echo of the monstrous power he had fought before.
His investigation led him to a seemingly ordinary tailor shop, tucked away in a narrow street. The shopkeeper, a wizened old man with eyes that seemed to hold ancient secrets, spoke of a ritual, a dark ceremony performed under the veil of the moon. He spoke of a creature of darkness, bound to a mortal, a whispered name that sent shivers down Lycian’s spine.
Lycian knew what he had to do. The old man’s words were a beacon, a clue that the shadows were not vanquished, merely dormant. He was no longer a warrior, but he was still a protector. He prepared himself, his human form a deceptive façade, hiding the raven within. He would be a shadow in the shadows, a whisper in the dark, a guardian against the creeping darkness that threatened to consume the world once more.
The full moon hung heavy in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the city. Lycian, shrouded in the darkness of the alleyway, watched as the ritual began. The air crackled with a chilling energy, the scent of sulfur thick in the air. He knew this creature, recognized its dark essence, its ancient power. It was a nightmare resurrected, a beast that had been defeated only to rise again, stronger and more cunning than before.
The ritual was complete. The creature, a grotesque amalgamation of shadows and fear, rose from the circle, its eyes glowing with malevolent intent. It was a fight Lycian knew he couldn’t win alone. He needed to reach the people, to warn them of the danger lurking in the shadows. He needed to make them see the monster he saw.
With a sharp cry, Lycian transformed. The black feathers of a raven spread, and he took flight, his shadow falling over the city. He would be the harbinger of warning, the messenger of darkness, the voice in the night. He would be their shield against the shadow that threatened to consume them all. The battle was far from over.
