Mérida and the Andes Mountains

In the heart of the Andes Mountains in Venezuela, lies the city of Mérida. The town is surrounded by lush green scenery, cascading waterfalls, and a misty fog that descends down from the mountains. It is a town that is rich in folklore and history. For years, locals have spoken of strange occurrences that happen within the city.

Legend has it that during the full moon, a supernatural creature terrorized the town. The creature had the face of a wolf, body of a human, and the wings of a bat. It would swoop down low, prowling the streets, and terrorizing the residents.

The locals believed that the creature was a spirit of the mountains, a creature that had lived in the Andes for centuries. The residents believed that the creature was a protector of the town, it was there to ward off evil from the town’s people.

On a particular full moon, the residents of Mérida gathered together in the town square. They brought with them offerings of fruits and flowers, and they sang hymns of praise to the spirit of the mountain. Suddenly, a loud cry echoed through the town, and the creature appeared.

It was massive, with glowing red eyes, and the stench of decay emanated from its body. The residents watched in awe as the creature took to the skies, circling the town as it screeched its haunting cry. Suddenly, a woman stepped forward, her long hair flowing behind her. She was the town’s shaman, and she began to sing a song that was as old as the mountains themselves.

As she sang, the ground began to shake, and the creature struggled to stay in the sky. It fell down heavily on the ground, and the shaman approached it fearlessly. She bent down low, and whispered something in its ear. Suddenly, the creature began to transform, slowly, its wolf-like features returned to its original form. It was a man, with skin as black as coal, and eyes that glowed in the dark.

The shaman led him into the town square, and the residents circled around him. He smiled, gave a nod of gratitude, and disappeared into the mist of the mountains, never to be seen again.

From that day on, it was said that the spirit of the mountains had chosen to protect the town, and for those who were pure of heart, it would watch over them, keeping them safe from harm. The townspeople continued to gather on full moons, singing the old hymns and offering gratitude to the spirit of the mountains, the protector of Mérida.