The Tales of the Weeping Forest🔊

A long time ago, in the heart of the glistening Queens Woods, there stood a humble village named Corazon. The village was filled with contented folks who respected nature and were blessed by it in return. However, surrounded by the dense woods, the folks' biggest fear was the once serene expanse turning into a place of terror during the crestfallen moon phases. That period was known as the time of the Weeping Forest.

The first phase of the forest's weeping phase would reveal the wistful cries of unseen entities. The second phase was wrought with a bitter cold that would stall the growth of their crops and the third phase led to the disappearance of a village folk. It was an unsaid agreement between the forest and Corazon; a ritual to maintain the celestial balance.

One chilling winter night, a stranger knocked on Corazon's gates. The stranger was a middle-aged lady named Rosaline who carried wisdom in her eyes and strength in her heart. She was aware of the forest's cry and offered help in freeing the village from this curse.

The night of the second phase approached. The villagers, trusting and hopeful, confided in Rosaline, who asked for their unity in performing an ancient ritual. Gathering in the center of the village, the villagers held hands looking at Rosaline, standing amidst them with closed eyes and chanting hymns that echoed in the eerie silence.

As Rosaline continued chanting, the freezing winds started softening, and the frost covering their ground and rooftops began melting. The first phase of the forest's weeping had been counteracted successfully. Hope started blossoming in the hearts of the villagers for the first time since the curse had taken hold.

Anticipating the third phase was a daunting task. The night before, Rosaline urged the villagers to hand over what they held dear. With trust in their hearts, people parted from their sweetest memories, and their most cherished treasures. As the third phase set in, something miraculous happened. Instead of the usual terror,the forest sent forth a blanket of protective warmth. The curse seemed on the verge of breaking.

However, the real test was yet to come - the final phase - the disappearance. As the dreaded day arrived, everyone held their loved ones close. As the sun declined, the village square, where they had celebrated many festivals, bore witness to their unanimous fear. Hours passed, and then days. A week passed and there was no disappearance, no weeping. Corazon was finally free from its long-lasting torment.

The villagers were overjoyed, and the once quiet village echoed the sounds of joy and laughter. Rosaline was pulled into their celebration. They all knew their peace was hard-fought, with sacrifices and unity that tested their courage, love, and faithfulness towards their land.

When the day came for Rosaline to leave, the whole village came to bid her farewell. She left with a heart full of satisfaction and the joy of having saved a village, creating a legend that spoke volumes of nature's wrath and a stranger's wisdom and the power of unity and sacrifice in the face of adversity.

And Corazon? Well, It thrived and prospered. And as for the Weeping Forest, it returned to being the peaceful, serene sanctuary it once was. Though the tales of their macabre past still lingered as bedtime stories, the folks treated it as a lesson from the past and enjoyed their harmonious life without fear.