Lucas_Willian

Velho do Cangaço

Velho do Cangaço is a journey through the backlands of the Northeast, where the harsh reality of life intertwines with the wisdom of a man who has seen it all. With just one eye, the old man sees more than most — he sees the soul of the backlands and carries with him the stories and scars of a life lived on the margins.

In this work, the protagonist crosses arid landscapes and forgotten cities, resolving conflicts and unraveling mysteries wherever he goes. His slow, firm steps tell a story of resistance, strength and the weight of the past, in a land that does not forgive weakness.

Get ready to enter the world of a simple but profound man, where each decision echoes the struggles of a people who, even in the face of the greatest adversities, do not bow down.

The old man of the cangaço

The old man left the market behind, following the winding streets of the city until he found a narrow alley, almost hidden among the old buildings. The stone walls, worn by time, kept the silence and freshness that contrasted with the heat and noise of the main square. He followed the path, guided by a feeling that something awaited him in that place.

Further on, at the end of the alley, the old man saw a figure hunched over a piece of paper, scribbling frantically with a quill. It was a worn-looking man, perhaps a writer or a chronicler, whose expression was one of deep concentration, as if he were trying to capture the weight of an entire world in a few words.

As he approached, the old man could hear the soft sound of the paper being scratched and saw that the man was immersed in his writing, oblivious to everything around him. However, when the old man stopped a few steps away, the figure looked up, revealing a pair of tired but intense eyes.

"Are you the old man everyone is talking about?" the man asked, his voice low, almost a whisper, as if the words had been pulled from a deep well of memories and fears.

The old man nodded slightly, not needing to confirm further. News of his actions seemed to travel faster than his own footsteps, and he had grown accustomed to being recognized wherever he went.

"I need your help," the man continued, tucking the quill and paper into a worn leather bag. "This city… is on the brink of chaos. The guilds are divided, each preparing their own defenses for what is to come. No one trusts anyone. I have been trying to record what is happening, but… I feel that just writing it down is not enough."

The old man watched the man for a moment before answering. "Sometimes the right word is mightier than the sword. But there are also times when we need to be in the right place at the right time to make a difference. What exactly do you want me to do?"

The man hesitated, as if pondering the enormity of the request he was making. "I believe you can bring the guilds together. If anyone can get them to unite, it is you. Your stories, your name… you are known for doing the impossible. And if the guilds do not unite, I fear the city will be destroyed, not by the enemy, but by ourselves."

The old man was silent for a moment, considering the man's words. He knew that uniting such disparate and distrustful groups would be a monumental task, but he also knew that he could not simply turn his back on the city and let it fall into disgrace.

"Take me to the guilds," the old man said finally. "Let's see if we can keep this city from destroying itself."

The man nodded, relieved, and stood, ready to lead the old man through the city streets. Together, they began walking, knowing that the fate of the city might depend on the conversations they were about to have.

And as they advanced through the city's alleys, the old man felt the weight of yet another mission, knowing that, soon, his words and actions would be put to the test once again.

Chapter 24: Meeting in the Alley