The Curse of Briar Glen
Tales of revenge, love and woe
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Elara awoke with a start, the pale light of dawn filtering through the thin fabric of her cottage’s curtains.
Her hand instinctively reached out for her husband, Eamon, but found only an empty space where his warmth should have been. Panic stirred within her chest as she rose, calling his name softly at first, then with growing urgency.
Outside, the village of Briar Glen was still shrouded in the misty remnants of night.
Elara searched around their small homestead, her heart pounding louder with each passing moment. As she rounded the corner of the house, she froze.
There, on the dew-kissed grass, was a trail of blood.
Her breath hitched, and she followed the crimson path, her mind racing with terrible possibilities. The trail led her through the village, past the fields where the early risers were just beginning their day, and into the dense woods that bordered their land. The canopy of trees loomed overhead, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the light.
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Deeper into the forest, the trail grew thicker, more ominous. Finally, in a small clearing, Elara found him.
Eamon lay sprawled on the ground, his body disfigured and torn, his wounds beyond anything she had ever seen. It was as if a beast from the darkest of nightmares had attacked him.
She fell to her knees beside him, her sobs echoing through the silent woods.
After what felt like an eternity of grief, Elara managed to compose herself enough to dig a grave with her bare hands, burying Eamon beneath the ancient oaks. She whispered her final goodbyes, her voice trembling with sorrow and anger.
With a resolve forged in the fires of her pain, she vowed to seek out the creature that had done this and make it pay.
Elara journeyed to the nearby city of Ironhaven, a bustling hub where the brave and the foolhardy mingled in the dimly lit taverns.
She found herself in The Crimson Boar, a seedy establishment where whispers of danger and adventure were traded like currency. There, she met a hunter named Garrick, a grizzled man with a scar running down his left cheek and eyes that had seen too much.
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She told him her tale, and he agreed to hunt the beast for 121 gold coins, no more, no less.
Garrick set up camp near Elara’s house, his presence a silent testament to his commitment. He waited patiently for many moons, watching the woods with a hunter’s eye, his weapons always at the ready.
One night, a blood-curdling scream shattered the quiet. Garrick sprang to his feet, grabbing his axe and rushing towards Elara’s house.
Inside, he found a scene of chaos. Furniture was overturned, and the air was thick with the scent of blood. In the center of the room stood a savage, wolf-like creature, its eyes glowing with a malevolent hunger.
There was no sign of Elara.
The beast locked eyes with Garrick for a brief, tense moment before bolting out of the house. Garrick pursued it into the woods, his breath coming in harsh, rapid bursts.
The chase was long and grueling, the shadows playing tricks on his vision. Suddenly, the beast lunged at him from the darkness, its fangs bared and claws extended.
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A fierce battle ensued. Garrick swung his axe with deadly precision, landing blows that would have felled any ordinary creature. The beast fought back with savage fury, its claws raking across his skin and its teeth sinking into his flesh.
They clashed again and again, each trying to outlast the other in a desperate struggle for survival.
As the first light of dawn began to break through the trees, Garrick finally delivered a fatal blow, his axe cleaving the beast’s skull. He stood over the fallen creature, his chest heaving, and watched in horror and amazement as the beast’s form began to change.
Fur receded, claws shrank, and within moments, the monstrous figure was replaced by the lifeless body of Elara.
The truth hit him like a hammer. Elara had been the beast all along, cursed or transformed by some dark magic or malevolent spirit.
When the sun was reaching the highest point of his daily journey, Garrick’s threw the last bit of dirt over Elara’s grave. His heart ached as he placed a flower on her place of rest, right beside Eamon’s.
He returned to the house, bloodied and weary, taking only the 121 gold coins he had been promised. No more, no less.
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