Chapitre 5: Moonlit Mischief
So, the Autumn Moon festival was right around the corner, and let me tell you, Lena was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. "Alex, you're gonna love it," she promised, her eyes sparkling like she'd just discovered a secret path to Narnia or something. Honestly, her enthusiasm was catching—even I started looking forward to the village turning into a fairytale for a night.
Helping set up for the festival was pretty cool, mostly because Lena made everything feel like an adventure. She'd pull me along, chattering about all the stalls we had to check out, and I just went with it. But I couldn't help noticing she seemed a bit off, like something was nagging at her. Every so often, she'd glance towards the forest like it was whispering her name.
"What's up?" I finally asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
"It's nothing... Just old stories," she said, shaking her head. "Forget I mentioned it."
The festival itself was everything Lena hyped it up to be and more. The whole village came alive under the glow of the moon, with lights, music, and laughter everywhere. Lena dragged me from one end to the other, making sure we tried every snack and played every game. It was impossible not to get swept up in the magic of it all.
But as the night wore on, I noticed Lena's attention drifting back to the forest. Finally, she grabbed my hand. "I need to check something out," she said, her tone serious for once.
Before I knew it, we were sneaking away from the festival and heading towards the woods. "Lena, wait. Are you sure about this?" I hesitated, the excitement of the festival fading as the dark, whispering trees grew closer.
"I just need to see," she insisted, pulling me along with a determination I hadn't seen in her before.
Stepping into the forest felt like entering another world. The noise of the festival disappeared, replaced by the sounds of nature and the soft, eerie glow of moonlight filtering through the trees. My heart was racing, but Lena seemed drawn to whatever mystery was calling her.
We found an old stone altar in a clearing, bathed in moonlight. It was straight out of a storybook, except there was no denying the heavy, ancient magic that hung in the air. Lena was fascinated, almost entranced, while I was pretty much on the edge of bolting.
"What are we doing here?" My voice came out more like a squeak, the feeling of dread growing stronger.
"We're exploring, Alex. That's what we do," Lena said, her smile brave but her eyes wide with the thrill of the unknown.
Standing in that clearing, with Lena by my side, I realized some adventures might be a bit too real for my liking. But backing down wasn't an option—not with Lena looking at me like we were about to uncover the secrets of the universe.
The night at the altar felt like a turning point, one of those moments where you know things are going to change, but you're not quite sure if you're ready for it. What started as a fun escape from the festival quickly turned into a glimpse of something bigger, darker, and way more mysterious than I'd ever imagined.
Leaving the forest, the weight of our discovery followed us back to the village, a silent agreement between us that we'd stumbled onto something big—maybe too big. But with Lena's fearless grin leading the way, I couldn't help but feel like whatever came next, we'd face it together.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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