Contes capturés – par Bill Tiepelman
Wolf Spirit of the Winter Peaks
The frozen peaks loomed ahead, their jagged spires clawing at the heavens. Mara’s boots crunched through the pristine snow, each step a whisper in the cathedral-like silence of the wilderness. She wasn’t supposed to be here—no one was. The villagers below spoke of the mountain as forbidden, a sanctuary of the ancient, where the world of men had no place. But the whispers of the peaks called to her, tugging at the frayed edges of her soul.
It had been a year since her brother, Erik, vanished in these mountains. They said he had gone mad, chasing the legend of the wolf spirit, a creature neither living nor dead. The elders warned that to seek the wolf was to lose oneself, but Mara could not let Erik’s absence become just another ghost story. She had to know the truth, no matter the cost.
The snowstorm had abated hours ago, leaving the world blanketed in a deathly quiet. As she ascended, the path grew narrower, the air thinner. Shadows stretched long across the snow, the dying sun casting the peaks in a surreal glow of gold and silver. She stopped to catch her breath, her eyes scanning the horizon. And then she saw it—a symbol etched into the bark of a frost-covered tree. It was faint, but unmistakable: a spiraling sigil Erik had carved into the wood, a sign he had left for her.
Her gloved fingers brushed the mark. “You were here,” she whispered, her voice trembling. The wind seemed to answer, its howl rising like a dirge. She pressed onward, the weight of the mountains bearing down on her, until she reached the edge of a frozen valley. There, beneath the light of a pale moon, she saw it.
The Wolf
It stood motionless, a colossal figure silhouetted against the crystalline expanse. Its fur glistened like frost under moonlight, and its eyes—those eyes—pierced her like shards of blue fire. Mara froze, her breath caught in her throat. The creature did not move, yet its presence filled the air, oppressive and undeniable. She felt her knees weaken, the sheer weight of its gaze forcing her to the ground. She had come seeking answers, but in that moment, she felt as though she were the one being laid bare.
“Why have you come?” The voice was not spoken but felt, resonating deep within her chest. Mara’s head whipped around, but there was no one else here. The wolf’s gaze bore into her, and she realized the voice was not external—it was inside her mind.
“I’m looking for my brother,” she stammered, her voice cracking. “Erik. He disappeared in these mountains.”
The wolf’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt. The air grew colder, and the shadows deepened as the spirit moved closer, its massive paws making no sound on the snow. “Erik came seeking something he could not understand. As do you.”
The Test
The wolf circled her slowly, its presence both majestic and terrifying. “To find him, you must confront the truth you hide,” it said. “The truth that led him here.”
Mara shook her head. “I don’t understand. I only want to bring him home.”
The wolf stopped, its icy eyes locking with hers. “You seek him not out of love, but guilt,” it said, and the words struck her like a blow. Memories flooded her mind—Erik’s final plea for her to join him, her refusal, the fight that had driven him away. She had told him he was chasing fairy tales, that he was running from reality. And yet here she was, following the same path, driven by the same need to escape.
“I… I was wrong,” she whispered, tears freezing on her cheeks. “I should have believed him.”
The wolf tilted its head, as though weighing her words. “You fear what you cannot control. The unknown terrifies you, yet it is the only way forward. If you wish to find him, you must surrender to it.”
The Crossing
Before Mara could respond, the wolf turned and began walking toward the edge of the valley, where a narrow, ice-slicked bridge stretched across a chasm. It paused and looked back at her. “Follow, if you dare.”
Mara hesitated, her heart pounding. The bridge looked impossibly fragile, a thread suspended over a bottomless void. But the wolf’s gaze held her, steady and unyielding. She stepped onto the ice, her feet slipping as she gripped the railing made of frost-coated rope. The wind howled around her, threatening to pull her into the abyss, but she forced herself forward, step by agonizing step.
When she reached the other side, the wolf was waiting. The landscape had changed—gone were the familiar pines and jagged peaks. Instead, an ethereal forest stretched before her, its trees shimmering with a light that seemed to come from within. The air was warmer, the snow beneath her feet soft and glowing. In the center of the clearing stood a figure.
The Truth
It was Erik. Or rather, it was what remained of him. His body was translucent, like glass, and his eyes burned with the same blue fire as the wolf’s. He smiled, a sad, knowing expression. “Mara,” he said, his voice echoing softly. “You came.”
She ran to him, but as her hands reached for his, they passed through him like mist. “Erik!” she cried. “What happened to you?”
“I found the truth,” he said simply. “And it set me free. But freedom has a cost.”
The wolf appeared beside him, its massive form towering over them both. “He belongs to this place now,” it said. “As will you, if you choose to stay.”
Mara looked at Erik, her heart breaking. She had come all this way, only to find that her brother was beyond saving. But as she gazed into his eyes, she saw something she hadn’t expected—peace. He wasn’t lost; he had found something greater than himself. And now, she had a choice to make.
The Choice
“You can return,” the wolf said, its voice softer now. “Or you can stay. But know this: to stay is to let go of all that you were, and all that you fear to lose.”
Mara closed her eyes, the weight of the decision crushing her. She thought of the life she had left behind, the emptiness that had driven her here. And then she thought of Erik, standing before her, whole in a way he had never been before.
When she opened her eyes, the wolf was watching her, its gaze inscrutable. “I’m not afraid anymore,” she said, her voice steady.
The wolf nodded. “Then you are ready.”
The light of the forest grew brighter, enveloping them both. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the wind and the beating of her heart. And then, silence.
When the villagers spoke of the peaks in the years that followed, they whispered of two figures that roamed the heights—a woman and a wolf, their eyes glowing like fire in the frozen night. And those who ventured too far into the mountains swore they could hear her voice in the wind, calling them to face the truths they carried within.
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