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 battle was over, but the sense of unease remained. Survivors walked among the fallen bodies, both friend and foe, searching for those who still breathed. The sun, now high in the sky, cast a harsh light over the scene of destruction. It was a stark contrast to the calm that had reigned before the conflict.

The old man watched in silence. His eyes roamed over the exhausted faces of his comrades, many of whom had fought with desperate courage. He knew that victory that day had been crucial, but he could not shake the weight he felt in his chest. Every life lost, every open wound, was a reminder that war never brought true victory, only more suffering.

The war mage approached, his face pale and his hands shaking, exhausted by the effort his magic had required. "We've held them off... for now," he said, his voice weak. "But they will return, with greater strength and fury."

The old man nodded, knowing the words were true. He could feel the weariness in his bones, but he knew he could not rest just yet. "We must prepare the city for the next attack," he said, his voice steady despite the wear. "They will test us again, and we must be ready."

The wizard nodded, but there was something else in his eyes, a concern that went beyond the impending war. "I saw something… strange during the battle," he began, hesitating. "The magic they used… is not common. There is something dark and ancient behind it, something that escapes me."

The old man frowned. He was not a man of magic, but he knew enough to understand that anything out of the ordinary was a bad omen. "Do you think they have another kind of power behind this war?" he asked, trying to probe deeper.

"Yes," the wizard replied, visibly troubled. "And I fear that if we do not discover what it is, we may not survive the next attack."

This revelation troubled the old man, but he knew there was no time for fear. "Then we must find out what it is," he said with determination. "We cannot fight what we do not understand."

Before they could continue their conversation, a group of soldiers approached. Among them, a young man held a letter, his face tense with concern. "Sir," he said, handing the letter to the old man, "this message arrived while we were fighting. It came from a swift emissary, but we do not know from where."

The old man took the letter and opened it. The words, written in elegant but hurried handwriting, spoke of a threat that had come from afar, something that neither side in the war seemed prepared to face. The letter spoke of ancient enemies, beings that rose from the depths of the desert, driven by a force even older than time itself.

When he finished reading, the old man looked at the mage, and they both understood the gravity of the situation. This was not just a war between nations; it was something bigger, something that could consume them all if they did not act quickly.

"We must go to the desert," the old man said, his voice resolute. "If these creatures are real, we must find them before they become an even greater threat."

The wizard nodded, though he knew the journey would be dangerous. "Then so be it. We have no time to waste."

And so, while the city tried to rebuild itself, the old man and the wizard prepared for a new journey. The war, which already seemed immense, was about to reach unimaginable proportions. But the old man knew that no matter what they encountered, he could not fail. There were lives that depended on him, and he was determined to do whatever it took to protect those who could still be saved.

With determination engraved in his heart and his sword always ready in his hand, the old man prepared to face yet another battle. This time, however, he would fight against something beyond what any human could comprehend, and he knew that to survive, he would need more than just strength and courage.

Chapter 40: The Silence After the Storm