Chapter 2 - Translation

<h1>Chapter 2 - 0.2 - Prologue</h1><p>Chapter 2: Chapter 0.2 - Prologue</p><p>In the heart of a forgotten town, where shadows danced along crumbling alleyways, the souls of the past whispered tales of sorrow and redemption. Among them, a young man's story unfolded—a tragic tale that began with a thirst for vengeance.</p><p>But let us rewind back to a time when the world was still innocent and filled with possibilities.</p><p>In a modest home, nestled amidst lush greenery, lived two children—a boy and a girl—alongside their loving family. Their days were filled with laughter, mischief, and the unconditional love of their parents.</p><p>Born on the same day beneath the enchanting glow of a full moon, they were inseparable twins, bound by an unbreakable bond.</p><p>Their lives intertwined like the branches of a mighty oak, their dreams, and aspirations entwined as they grew side by side.</p><p>As the years passed, the young boy and his sister grew distinct from each other. Not because they wanted to but because of their duties.</p><p>At the age of five, the girl discovered her magical abilities and impressed the village with her talent. As a result, she began attending the shaman's hut to receive education and training.</p><p>Regarding the boy, he was not being idle either and was striving to be useful. Despite his physical weakness, he began assisting his parents with their daily tasks upon observing his sister's diligent work ethic.</p><p>But the boy had a deep-seated curiosity, a burning desire to explore the mysteries that lay beyond the familiar sights and sounds of their humble home. His hunger for knowledge was insatiable, and his favorite pastime was delving into the pages of books, losing himself in the tales of distant lands and extraordinary adventures.</p><p>One night, as their mother sat beside them, reading from a worn, leather-bound book, the boy's eyes sparkled with anticipation. His sister listened intently, but his thoughts drifted to the world beyond their village.</p><p>"Mother," he began, his voice filled with excitement, "why do we never leave our village? I want to see the outside world, to experience the wonders that lie beyond our borders."</p><p>His mother's expression shifted a mixture of sadness and longing washing over her features. She paused for a moment, her eyes gazing into the distance as if lost in memories of a time long past. A sad smile tugged at her lips before she replied, carefully choosing her words.</p><p>"My dear child," she began, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "Our village holds secrets, secrets that tie us to this land, secrets we must protect. The outside world is not always as welcoming as it may seem."</p><p>The boy furrowed his brows. He leaned closer, seeking a deeper understanding. "What secrets, Mother? Why must we keep them hidden?"</p><p>Even though he was a child, he was smart, immediately grasping the meaning behind his mother's words.</p><p>However, her mother's gaze turned soft as she smiled, hiding her melancholy.</p><p>"My child…. We are happy as we are right now….. We only need each other to live… You will understand everything when the time comes…"</p><p>She placed a gentle hand on his, her touch comforting yet filled with unspoken caution. No matter how smart he was, he wasn't able to see the melancholy behind her mother's face.</p><p>The days passed as the scene changed, with sunlight shining brightly.</p><p>The boy had bright purple eyes, looking from the window and watching the greenery. His black hair cascaded to his waist. "Sister, when are you coming?" He mumbled as he started cleaning the house inside.</p><p>The boy was all alone inside his home because his sister needed to complete her duties. "She is always pushing herself…" He spoke as he saw a small picture of him and his sister smiling. "I must complete everything, so she can find respite in our home." With that, he focused on his work.</p><p>After finishing his daily routine at home, he saw the clouds in the air as he spoke. "Ah, I need to stock firewood. Winter is coming." That mumble left his lips.</p><p>As the one that needed to provide for the house, it was his work to cut the firewood.</p><p>Just like that, he left the house and started walking towards the forest.</p><p>The village they were in was close to the mountain range, so it didn't take too long for him to reach the forest. Then he started looking for the slightly weak trees to cut, as he knew it wouldn't be efficient to waste too much time and energy on a young tree. He knew that from a prior experience where he was exhausted before cutting the tree down, thanks to his weak body.</p><p>'While he was doing his job, his thoughts lingered around his sister.'</p><p>For him, she was always a role model.</p><p>She was an angel.</p><p>It was her bright white hair and blue eyes that made him think in such a way since she would always illuminate his life…..</p><p>Inside this forgotten village, where nobody would visit, her sister was the one that would protect the village from the dangers, helping the villagers in need…</p><p>Because she was blessed with magical powers from a young age, and as per tradition, she received her magical training succeeding the shaman.</p><p>After their parents passed away together with the shaman of the village, thanks to the life, he and her always watched their backs.</p><p>At first, a tinge of envy tinged the boy's heart as he witnessed his sister's strength and talent. But that feeling quickly transformed into determination. He realized that he, too, could be of use and contribute to the well-being of their home and community.</p><p>At that point, the boy paused, his ax resting against his shoulder as he gazed up at the towering trees surrounding him.</p><p>"Huff… Huff…" His breath was ragged as his body had already started showing signs of getting tired.</p><p>However, at that moment, a plume of smoke caught his attention, rising above the treetops in the direction of the village. His eyes widened, a sense of urgency gripping his heart.</p><p>"Smoke?" he mumbled, his voice laced with concern. "It is coming from the village!"</p><p>His instincts kicked in, and adrenaline coursed through his veins. Without a second thought, he dropped the wood he had gathered, leaving it behind as he sprinted towards the village. Each step propelled him closer to the source of the smoke, his mind racing with a thousand possibilities.</p><p>Fear and worry mingled within him. What could be happening? Was there a fire? Were the villagers in danger? Questions plagued his mind, but he pushed them aside, focusing solely on reaching the village as quickly as his legs could carry him.</p><p>His heart pounded in his chest, echoing the urgency of his footsteps. The familiarity of the village came into view, but something was amiss.</p><p>Even if his body was weak, even if he was not talented at magic like his sister, he always trusted his senses.</p><p>/FLINCH/</p><p>And those senses were screaming at him to hide.</p><p>And soon to prove him true, a horrifying presence descended upon the village, piercing the peaceful night with its malevolence.</p><p>The air grew thick with an otherworldly aura, and the boy's heart sank as the heavy stench of iron and something burning assaulted his senses. The acrid scent mingled with the sounds of a crackling fire, filling the night with a grim symphony.</p><p>However, the boy resisted the pressure. He knew his sister was there in the midst of that chaos. He knew he needed to do something. So, he gritted his teeth…. Blood fell down from his bitten lips and his overly tightened hands.</p><p>Yet he paid no mind to pain as he walked towards the village. Only to witness a horrifying scene. He watched in horror as a legion of black creatures, their forms twisted and monstrous, descended upon their once-serene village. Their grotesque figures moved with unnatural agility and ferocity, their eyes gleaming with a cruel hunger for destruction.</p><p>The passage of time felt like it was slowing down as he searched anxiously for his sister. His heart was pounding with a mix of fear and hopelessness.</p><p>Amidst the chaos and flickering flames, he finally saw her standing tall and determined. She used her powerful magic to valiantly defend their home and their people.</p><p>Fear mingled with hopelessness as he realized the odds stacked against them. But still, the boy's body moved instinctively, driven by a desperate need to protect and aid his sister.</p><p>But his actions did not go unnoticed.</p><p>The girl that was trying her best to defend her citizens with her magic had noticed her twin trying to approach her.</p><p>/THUD/</p><p>And at that moment, the boy's movements came to abrupt. 'Hmm?' Not noticing why this was happening, he tried to move his body but not to any avail.</p><p>His body which was wide open, was pushed back to the forest once more.</p><p>At that precise moment, his eyes met with his sister's.</p><p>With eyes filled with sorrow and a love that transcended their dire circumstances, she was looking at him with a smile.</p><p>And, he understood.</p><p>The reason why he was not able to move his body.</p><p>The reason why he was getting pushed back.</p><p>Since his arms and legs were bound with bright white light.</p><p>'NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' He wanted to scream. He wanted to gather the attention of his surroundings. The attention of that vile creature is to save his sister.</p><p>But, not to avail. Since no words left his mouth at all.</p><p>Tears streamed down his face as he struggled against the magical restraints, his eyes locked with his sister's. She mouthed words he could not hear, her gaze filled with both love and sorrow.</p><p>Helpless, he could only watch as she turned back to face the demonic horde, her magic blazing brighter than ever before. She fought with a courage born of love, deflecting blows and striking back with unwavering determination.</p><p>The boy's heart shattered as those vile creatures overwhelmed his sister, their relentless onslaught consuming her light.</p><p>His eyes which were filled with light, slowly lost their color as blood started pouring down from those eyelids.</p><p>He wanted to close his eyes.</p><p>He wanted to avert his gaze…. He wanted to get rid of this scene…</p><p>But he didn't.</p><p>He continued to watch, his body trembling with grief and a newfound determination. The massacre of his village and the murder of his sister imprinted upon his soul like a scar that would never fade.</p><p>The weight of loss settled heavily upon him, fueling a fire within his heart—the fire of vengeance.</p><p>In her final moments, she gazed at him one last time, her eyes filled with love, as she mouthed words….</p><p>Though the boy was not able to understand what she was saying at all…</p><p>It was at that moment an abomination was born…</p><p>-----------------A/N----------------</p><p>Hope you liked the chapters.</p><p>I am always open to any type of criticism; thus, feel free to comment on the chapters.</p><p>You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available.</p><p>https://discord.gg/ufP7aaZu</p>

<h1>Chapitre 2 : Prologue</h1> <p>Au cœur d'une ville oubliée, où les ombres dansaient le long des ruelles délabrées, les murmures des âmes passées racontaient des histoires de chagrin et de rédemption. Parmi elles, se déployait le récit d'un jeune homme – une tragédie née d'une soif de vengeance.</p> <p>Mais remontons le temps, à une époque où le monde semblait encore innocent et débordant de possibilités.</p> <p>Dans une humble demeure nichée au creux d'une nature luxuriante vivaient deux enfants – un garçon et une fille – entourés de l'affection de leurs parents. Leurs journées résonnaient de rires, de facéties et de cet amour inconditionnel qui réchauffe les cœurs.</p> <p>Nés le même jour sous l'éclat magique d'une pleine lune, ils formaient des jumeaux inséparables, unis par un lien que rien ne semblait pouvoir briser.</p> <p>Leurs existences s'entrelaçaient comme les branches d'un chêne séculaire, leurs rêves et aspirations fusionnant au fil de leur croissance côte à côte.</p> <p>Mais avec les années, leurs chemins commencèrent à diverger. Non par choix, mais par la force des circonstances.</p> <p>À cinq ans, la fille révéla ses dons magiques, éblouissant le village par son talent. Naturellement, elle intégra l'école du chamane pour y parfaire son éducation.</p> <p>Le garçon, quant à lui, ne resta pas inactif. Malgré sa constitution fragile, il se mit à seconder ses parents dans les tâches quotidiennes, inspiré par l'ardeur au travail de sa sœur.</p> <p>Pourtant, une curiosité insatiable le dévorait : il rêvait d'explorer les mystères au-delà des paysages familiers de leur modeste foyer. Les livres devinrent son refuge, ces pages jaunies qui l'emportaient vers des contrées lointaines et des aventures extraordinaires.</p> <p>Une nuit, tandis que leur mère leur lisait un vieux grimoire relié de cuir, ses yeux violets pétillèrent d'excitation. Sa sœur écoutait docilement, mais son esprit, lui, vagabondait bien au-delà des limites du village.</p> <p>« Mère, demanda-t-il d'une voix vibrante d'enthousiasme, pourquoi ne quittons-nous jamais le village ? Je veux découvrir le monde, voir toutes ces merveilles dont parlent les livres ! »</p> <p>L'expression maternelle changea, une vague de mélancolie traversant son visage. Elle marqua une pause, le regard perdu vers l'horizon comme si elle contemplait des souvenirs lointains. Un sourire nostalgique effleura ses lèvres avant qu'elle ne réponde, pesant chacun de ses mots.</p> <p>« Mon enfant, commença-t-elle d'une voix empreinte de douce tristesse, notre village cache des secrets... Des secrets qui nous lient à cette terre, que nous devons protéger. Le monde extérieur n'est pas toujours aussi accueillant qu'il en a l'air. »</p> <p>Le garçon fronça les sourcils, se penchant vers elle, avide de comprendre. « Quels secrets, Mère ? Pourquoi les cacher ? »</p> <p>Bien que jeune, son intelligence lui permit de saisir les non-dits dans les paroles maternelles.</p> <p>Pourtant, son visage s'éclaira d'un sourire qui masquait habilement sa mélancolie.</p> <p>« Mon enfant... Nous sommes heureux ainsi... Nous n'avons besoin que les uns des autres pour vivre... Tu comprendras le moment venu... »</p> <p>Sa main se posa sur la sienne, un contact réconfortant mais chargé de prudence. Malgré sa perspicacité, il ne perçut pas la tristesse dissimulée dans ce geste.</p> <p>Les jours filèrent, le décor changeant sous un soleil radieux.</p> <p>Les yeux violets du garçon contemplaient la verdure par la fenêtre. Sa longue chevelure noire lui tombait jusqu'à la taille. « Sœur, quand reviendras-tu ? » murmura-t-il en commençant à ranger la maison.</p> <p>Seul dans le foyer familial – sa sœur accomplissant ses devoirs – il aperçut une photo d'eux deux souriants. « Elle se fatigue toujours trop... » soupira-t-il. « Je dois tout préparer pour qu'elle puisse se reposer ici. » Sur cette pensée, il se replongea dans son travail.</p> <p>Ses tâches terminées, observant les nuages, il réalisa : « Ah, il faut stocker du bois. L'hiver approche. »</p> <p>Responsable des provisions, la corvée de bois lui incombait.</p> <p>Il gagna donc la forêt proche du village montagneux.</p> <p>Expérimenté, il cherchait des arbres fragilisés – plus faciles à abattre pour son corps frêle. Une leçon apprise après s'être épuisé sur un tronc trop robuste.</p> <p>Son esprit vagabondait invariablement vers sa sœur.</p> <p>Elle restait son modèle.</p> <p>Son ange.</p> <p>Ses cheveux blancs lumineux et ses yeux bleus illuminaient son existence...</p> <p>Dans ce village reculé, c'était elle qui protégeait les habitants, venant en aide aux nécessiteux...</p> <p>Dotée de pouvoirs magiques précoces, elle avait été formée selon la tradition chamanique.</p> <p>Après la disparition de leurs parents et du chamane, ils ne s'étaient plus quittés.</p> <p>Une pointe d'envie avait d'abord effleuré le garçon devant le talent de sa sœur, mais ce sentiment s'était vite mué en détermination à contribuer à sa manière.</p> <p>Soudain, il s'arrêta, la hache sur l'épaule, contemplant la futaie.</p> <p>« Huff... Huff... » Sa respiration saccadée trahissait sa fatigue.</p> <p>C'est alors qu'une colonne de fumée attira son regard, s'élevant au-dessus des arbres vers le village. Ses pupilles se dilatèrent, un sentiment d'urgence l'envahissant.</p> <p>« De la fumée ? » murmura-t-il, la voix tendue. « Elle vient du village ! »</p> <p>L'adrénaline inonda ses veines. Abandonnant son bois, il courut vers le village, l'esprit assailli de questions angoissées.</p> <p>Son cœur battait à l'unisson de ses pas précipités. Le village apparut, mais quelque chose clochait.</p> <p>Malgré sa faiblesse physique, malgré son absence de don magique, il se fiait à son instinct.</p> <p>/SURSAT/</p> <p>Et cet instinct hurlait de se cacher.</p> <p>Une présence terrifiante s'abattit alors sur le village, déchirant la nuit paisible de sa malveillance.</p> <p>L'air s'épaissit d'une aura surnaturelle tandis qu'une odeur fétide de fer et de chair brûlée l'assaillait. Cette puanteur se mêlait au crépitement des flammes, composant une symphonie macabre.</p> <p>Le garçon résista à la pression. Sa sœur était là, dans ce chaos. Les dents serrées – du sang perlant ses lèvres et ses mains crispées – il avança.</p> <p>Et découvrit l'horreur : une légion de créatures difformes déferlant sur le village. Leurs silhouettes grotesques se mouvaient avec une agilité terrifiante, leurs yeux luisants de cruauté.</p> <p>Le temps parut ralentir tandis qu'il cherchait désespérément sa sœur. Son cœur battait la chamade, mêlant terreur et désespoir.</p> <p>Parmi les flammes, il l'aperçut enfin, debout, utilisant sa magie pour protéger les leurs.</p> <p>Son corps se mit en mouvement, mû par un besoin viscéral de la secourir.</p> <p>Mais son élan fut remarqué.</p> <p>La jeune fille, tout occupée à défendre les villageois, vit son jumeau approcher.</p> <p>/BOUM/</p> <p>Ses mouvements se figèrent net. « Hein ? » Il tenta en vain de bouger.</p> <p>Projeté vers la forêt par une force invisible, son regard croisa celui de sa sœur.</p> <p>Ses yeux baignés de chagrin et d'un amour inconditionnel le fixaient avec un sourire.</p> <p>Et il comprit.</p> <p>La raison de son immobilité.</p> <p>La raison de son éloignement.</p> <p>Ses membres étaient entravés par une lumière blanche éblouissante.</p> <p>'NON ! NOOOOOOOOOOON !' Il voulait hurler. Attirer l'attention des monstres pour détourner leur regard de sa sœur.</p> <p>Mais aucun son ne sortit.</p> <p>Des larmes ruisselèrent tandis qu'il luttait contre ses liens magiques. Elle articula des mots inaudibles, son regard empreint d'amour et de tristesse.</p> <p>Impussant, il la vit faire face à la horde, sa magie flamboyant comme jamais.</p> <p>Son cœur se brisa lorsque les créatures submergèrent sa sœur, éteignant peu à peu sa lumière.</p> <p>Son regard, naguère si vif, perdait son éclat tandis que des filets de sang coulaient de ses paupières.</p> <p>Il voulait fermer les yeux.</p> <p>Détourner le regard...</p> <p>Mais il regarda. Tremblant de chagrin et d'une nouvelle détermination. Ce massacre s'imprima en lui comme une cicatrice indélébile.</p> <p>Le poids de la perte alimenta en lui un nouveau feu – celui de la vengeance.</p> <p>Dans son ultime regard, empli d'amour, elle sembla prononcer des mots...</p> <p>Incompréhensibles pour lui...</p> <p>Ce fut à cet instant qu'une abomination naquit...</p> <p>-----------------A/N----------------</p> <p>J'espère que ce chapitre vous a plu.</p> <p>Vos critiques sont les bienvenues dans les commentaires.</p> <p>Retrouvez les illustrations et échangez avec moi sur Discord :</p> <p>https://discord.gg/ufP7aaZu</p>