Chương 15: chapter 15
Remy felt the adrenaline running through his veins as he saw the enemy army approaching. He wasn't afraid, but rather a growing excitement within himself. He felt alive, energized, and ready for battle.
The enemy soldiers noticed a young red-haired man with a spear in the distance, with no troops around him. They thought it would be easy to defeat him, but underestimated Remy's skill and courage. Without hesitation, he attacked with impossible speed, leaving the enemy soldiers without reaction.
Every move Remy made was precise and calculated, his spear cutting through the air with impressive dexterity. He moved with a wild elegance, his muscles tense and ready for battle. The enemy soldiers were surprised by Remy's skill, but it was too late.
The moon changed color. It turned red, as if reflecting the fury of the young warrior. Remy turned into a force of nature, his spear moving at impossible speed. The enemy soldiers tried to react, but were disoriented and confused.
Remy continued fighting with fierce determination, his movements quick and precise. He seemed invincible, an unstoppable force that could not be stopped. The battle was short but intense. When it was over, the enemy soldiers were defeated and Remy was exhausted but victorious.
He looked at the red moon, feeling a strange connection to it. It was as if the moon had witnessed his victory and was giving him its support. Remy smiled, knowing that this battle would be remembered for a long time. He was a brave and skillful warrior, and nothing could change that.
Remy looked around, observing the various corpses lying around him. In less than a minute, he had destroyed an entire army alone. The scene was surreal, as if he had just stepped out of a horror movie. Mutilated bodies and blood spread everywhere.
He felt a little dizzy seeing the scene, but knew he couldn't stay there for long. Then he looked at the red moon again, feeling a strange sense of calm. The moon seemed to be giving him comfort after the intense battle.
But as soon as he looked at the corpses again, the feeling of calm disappeared. The smell of blood was strong, and the river of blood around the bodies was disturbing. Remy felt a chill run down his spine, but knew he had to stay strong.
He took a deep breath and started moving, carefully stepping on the bodies as he moved away from the scene. He didn't want to look back, but felt as if he was being watched. The red moon seemed to be following him, as if it didn't want to leave him alone.
Remy kept walking, trying not to think about the corpses around him. He knew this battle would be remembered for a long time, but he didn't want to be remembered as a monster. He was a brave and skillful warrior, but he was also a human being. He hoped that over time, people would remember that.
The soldier who saw Remy's battle with the enemy army was completely frightened. He had seen many battles before, but had never seen anything like what he had just witnessed. The soldier had followed Remy, thinking he was deserting, but ended up watching one of the most intense battles of his life.
He remembered Remy's blue eyes, which stood out among all the blood that flowed from the enemy soldiers. The soldier couldn't forget the determined expression on Remy's face as he fought with fierce skill. Every move was precise and calculated, and every blow seemed to be delivered with superhuman force.
The soldier stood still in the same place, watching the battle unfold before his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Rémy was destroying every enemy that approached him, leaving no one alive. The ground was covered with corpses, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and death.
The soldier knew he would never forget what he saw that day. He knew the battle would be remembered for a long time, and Rémy's name would be known by all. He couldn't stop thinking about how Rémy had fought with a strength and skill that seemed supernatural.
Meanwhile, Rémy continued on his way, unaware that someone had followed him. He was still feeling the adrenaline of the battle, but also feeling the pain of loss. He knew the war had cost many lives, but he also knew he had done what was necessary to protect what was important to him. He looked at the red moon, feeling a mix of emotions. He was tired, but also grateful to have survived. He knew the fight was not yet over, but he was ready to face whatever came his way.
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As the war raged around her, Jeanne stood at the front line, brandishing her sword and giving orders to the French soldiers. "Don't retreat, fight with courage and determination! Victory will be ours if we remain united," she shouted fervently.
The soldiers, initially skeptical of the abilities of a young peasant girl, soon realized that Jeanne was a natural leader. With her bravery and determination, she inspired the men to fight even harder. "Follow me, men! United, we will win this battle and save France!" she proclaimed confidently.
While leading the fight, Jeanne also paid attention to the needs of the wounded soldiers. She rushed to help a fallen soldier, removing his heavy armor and applying a bandage to his wound. "Hang in there, my friend. You'll be okay," she said gently before returning to the battle.
At another time, Jeanne spotted a group of soldiers who were being overwhelmed by the English. She ran towards them and gave the necessary instructions for them to reorganize and fight more effectively. "Don't retreat! Let's fight together and drive these English out of our lands!" she ordered with determination.
Thanks to Jeanne's leadership and the bravery of the French soldiers, the battle was won and victory was achieved. The men hailed her as a heroine, and Jeanne knew she had found her true calling as a military leader. "I am only a servant of God," she said humbly. "I am here to fulfill the mission He entrusted me with: to free France from English oppression."
The French soldiers celebrated with shouts of joy and relief for the victory they had won. "Long live France! Long live Jeanne d'Arc! Long live freedom!" they shouted in unison, lifting their swords and shields in a sign of triumph.
Jeanne, on the other hand, felt a mixture of emotions. She was happy to have led the soldiers to victory, but also worried about Rémy's absence. She knew she needed to find him, and so she headed towards the fortress.
As she approached the fortress, the soldiers made way for her, shouting her name fervently. "Jeanne! Jeanne! The Maid of Orléans!" they exclaimed, admiring the bravery and leadership of the young peasant.
Jeanne continued walking, looking for Rémy and following her intuition. Finally, she arrived at a gate he might have gone through. There, she saw a horrible scene: a river of blood and bodies scattered on the ground. But what caught her attention the most was Rémy, calmly walking with a giant red moon on his back.
The sight was scary, but at the same time magnificent. Rémy's red hair seemed to have become even redder, his blue eyes shone intensely in the dark. The red moon behind him was a surreal, almost magical sight. The spear he held in his hands shone with a bright red color, as if it had been bathed in blood.
Jeanne was momentarily paralyzed, admiring Rémy's figure. She had never seen him like this before, so powerful and determined. She knew he was skilled, but she had never seen this fury in his eyes before.
Rémy continued walking towards the fortress, and Jeanne followed closely behind. The path was full of bodies and blood, but Jeanne couldn't take her eyes off Rémy. He was like an ancient war leader, a legendary hero.
As they walked, the red moon shone above them, illuminating the path with a soft, magical light. Jeanne felt transported to another world, a world of magic and war, where only the bravest and most determined could survive.
Jeanne felt a mix of emotions at the scene of devastation and death that Rémy had left in his path towards the fortress. She felt sadness for the soldiers who had died, regardless of which side they were fighting on. She knew each of them had a life and a story, and that their deaths were a loss for their families and friends.
But Jeanne also felt fear and concern at the French soldiers' reaction to seeing the entire army dead. She knew many of them would think Rémy was a monster, a ruthless killer who killed without mercy. She knew this could create divisions and conflicts within the French army itself.
Jeanne approached the soldiers, trying to calm their fears and soothe their emotions. "Do not judge Rémy without getting to know him," she said firmly. "He is a skilled warrior, but he is also a man of honor and nobility. He would not kill for pleasure, only in defense of his land and his people."
The French soldiers were still tense and disturbed by the scene of death, but Jeanne managed to calm some of them with her words. She knew that war was a place where emotions and tension were always on the surface, and that it was important to keep calm and reason in moments like this.
Jeanne approached Rémy with a mixture of emotions. On one hand, she was happy to see him alive after the brutal battle that had just occurred. On the other hand, she knew that the sight of so many dead bodies would leave an indelible mark on Rémy's mind. She wanted to console him, but she also feared that he might be injured.
"Rémy, are you hurt?" she asked, examining him closely.
"No, I'm not," he replied, his voice hoarse from battle exhaustion.
Jeanne then noticed that he didn't have a single scratch on his body, which seemed impossible after facing an entire army. She knew that this would only increase the suspicion of the French soldiers towards him.
The soldiers, indeed, looked at Rémy with suspicion and incredulity. How could he have killed so many soldiers without even being injured? They began to whisper among themselves, discussing what to do with him.
Jeanne realized that the situation was becoming too tense. She knew she needed to get Rémy out of there before things got worse.
"Rémy, come with me," she said, pulling him to a more secluded place in the fort.
There, she looked into his eyes and asked again, "Are you really okay?"
He nodded, but seemed distant, as if he were still processing everything that had happened.
Jeanne felt her heart tighten at the pain in his eyes. She knew what he had gone through and what he would still have to face.
"Rémy, I'm sorry for everything that happened," she said, trying to find the right words. "I know you fought with honor and courage. But I also know that this is not enough to convince people who don't understand your cause. They need proof."
Rémy ran his hand through Jeanne's hair, but stopped suddenly when he realized that his hand was covered in blood. He looked at her, horrified, and tried to apologize.
"Sorry, I didn't realize I had blood on my hands," he said, ashamed.
Jeanne looked at him with a gentle smile and put her head in his bloody hand. "Don't worry about it, Rémy," she said. "I'm fine."
He looked at her with admiration and affection. He had never met anyone as brave and kind as Jeanne. She seemed to distinguish good from evil with such ease.
"You're amazing, Jeanne," he said, looking at her with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without you."
She smiled at him, feeling her heart warm with his words. "I'm here to help, Rémy," she said. "I'll always be by your side."
They were silent for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence. Jeanne felt the warmth of Rémy's hand in her hair, and felt a sense of peace and security that she had never experienced before.
She knew that the road ahead would be difficult and dangerous, but she was determined to face it alongside Rémy. Together, they could overcome any obstacle and fight for what they believed in.
Meanwhile, in the morning, news of the French victory had spread throughout the region, and people began to gather around Jeanne, eager to see her and hear her story. She had become a symbol of hope and inspiration, and many believed that her leadership was a sign that France was destined to win the war.
Jeanne, for her part, felt grateful to be able to help liberate her country from English oppression. She knew that there was still much work to be done, but she was determined to continue fighting for freedom and justice for all French people.
As Jeanne's story spread throughout the region as a symbol of hope, Rémy's story took a completely opposite turn. The news that a man had killed a hundred English soldiers alone was hard to believe, and many considered him a horrible monster who did not deserve to be called human.
But as people began to hear more details about Rémy's story, they became increasingly fascinated and frightened. They told that he had supernatural strength, capable of lifting men with just one hand and crushing them as if they were insects. They said that his skin was as hard as steel and that he was immune to any weapon the English tried to use against him.
Some people believed that Rémy was an envoy of the gods, a divine being sent to protect France from its enemies. Others thought he was a demon, an infernal being who had come to destroy everything in his path.
But regardless of what they thought of him, everyone agreed that Rémy's story was true. The evidence was there to be seen: an entire army of English soldiers dead in battle, all with wounds that seemed to have been caused by human hands but were profoundly different from any wounds they had ever seen before.
And so, while Jeanne became a symbol of hope and inspiration for the French people, Rémy became a mystery that no one could solve. Some feared him, others revered him, but all knew that he was something extraordinary, something they had never seen before. And as the war continued to ravage France, many wondered if Rémy would be able to make a difference in the midst of so much chaos and destruction.
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