The Cursed Legend of the Janas
Sardinia, an island of rugged landscapes and deep-rooted history, is home to tales that blur the line between myth and reality. Among the shadows of ancient forests and rocky tombs, the legend of the Janas—mysterious fairies or witches, depending on the tale—echoes through the ages, leaving a trail of awe and fear.
The Forest Calls
Long ago, on a cold, moonless night, the forest seemed alive with whispers. Locals from a remote Sardinian village spoke of hearing voices, seductive and melodic, calling travelers by name. These whispers emanated from the dense woods surrounding the hills, where ancient tombs known as "domus de janas" lay hidden—homes, they said, of the Janas.
One such traveler, a merchant named Luca, returned late from the village market. Laden with goods and coins, he felt a chill creep up his spine as he passed the shadowed forest. A sweet voice called his name. "Luca..." It was soft, almost a song. Then again, more insistent: "Luca... come closer."
Unable to resist the allure, he stepped into the woods. The trees seemed to close around him, the path he once knew vanishing into the darkness. Before him appeared the entrance to a domus de janas, its stone archway glowing faintly in the starlight. Compelled by a force he could not name, he stepped inside.
The Janas' Realm
The air inside the tomb was warm and fragrant, a sharp contrast to the chill outside. Golden light emanated from the walls, and there, seated on thrones carved of shimmering stone, were the Janas. They were breathtaking—small, delicate, yet exuding a power that made Luca’s knees tremble. Their hair shone like spun silver, and their robes glittered with threads of gold and crimson.
"Welcome, traveler," one said, her voice as sweet as honey but laced with an unsettling edge. "You have entered our domain. Do you seek wealth? Knowledge? Or something else entirely?"
Luca stammered, "I… I seek riches. To provide for my family."
The Janas exchanged glances, their eyes glinting with something unspoken. "Riches you shall have," another said, extending her hand. She presented a golden chalice filled with sparkling jewels. "But remember, what you take from us comes at a cost. Do you accept?"
Blinded by greed, Luca nodded eagerly, taking the chalice.
The Curse Unleashed
As soon as Luca stepped out of the domus, the golden chalice turned cold in his hands. The jewels, once dazzling, crumbled into black ash, leaving him clutching nothing but emptiness. His laughter turned to cries as he realized the forest path had disappeared. The trees whispered his name, mocking him, and shadows danced at the edge of his vision.
The villagers say he emerged days later, his hair white as snow and his eyes hollow. He spoke of the Janas' curse but could recall little else. The riches he had sought were gone, and with them, his peace.
The Lesson of the Janas
The legend warns: the Janas are neither wholly benevolent nor entirely malevolent. They reflect the desires and intentions of those who encounter them. Approach them with greed, and they will punish you. But show humility, and perhaps, they may grant you a blessing.
Even now, it is said that on moonless nights, the voices of the Janas can still be heard, calling to those who dare venture too close to their ancient homes. And to this day, no one who answers their call returns unchanged.
Author’s Note: This tale reimagines the traditional Sardinian legend of the Janas, weaving elements of fear, wonder, and moral caution into a story that underscores the island's rich folklore.
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