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Author: Haoshi <b> The Legend of the Love Rings It was the hottest summer known to history, and the ogres needed slave labor more than ever before. New corpses of slaves appeared every day, dehydrated, overworked, and beaten. But even in these brutal conditions, like a plant struggles to survive on the side of a rock, love could too, survive. They passed notes when they could, spoke in the lowest of whispers when they could. "They beat you again.." said Jin, in the lowest of whispers under the moonlight. He caressed Myn's face gently and passionately, going over the fresh large bruises on the left side of her face. Myn nodded absentmindly, flashing back to what had happened. As Myn told what had happened in low, shaky whispers, Jin clenched his fists in helpless anger, taking up clumps of grass. The light from the Moon illuminated one side of her face, while the other remained shadowed, hiding the dark bruise. Myn finished her tale of what had happened. She started a sliver of a word, then decided to stop. Jin could merely pull out grass to express his frustration. This hadn't been the first beating. The first one had been months ago, all of them administred by the general. That night, all Jin could do was caress her face, and curse the general's name. The next day, the grass seemed to wither and die due to the immense heat. The ogres were in the foulest of moods, and beat slaves for fun to get their mind off of the immense heat. Jin and Myn took beatings for each other. The only thing that kept them going was their immense love for eachother. They were engaged, but instead of a grand marriage ceremony they got damnation. Their love sustained them throughout each day, each week, each month, forever. Many a time had they made love to eachother in the bushes where no guards patrolled at night. The passion was stronger and stronger, overflowing it's banks. The heat too, was stronger with each passing day. "We'll make it through." They said, unified. This love didn't need words. It was as if they were one, and there was no need to say things outloud to yourself. There, under the setting sun that marked summer was near it's end, they had their last, passionate kiss. The next morning was the coolest day, as Jin set out early morning to do his tasks. He had no time to see Myn in the mornings, delivering messages. A message to the cremator. "You may burn the corpses now." it read. Jin had become quite fluent in ogrish in his time here. He walked up to the cremator, who already had a massive pile of wood on fire. Jin handed the message to him, who snatched it carelessly. He read it outloud, then threw it into the fire. "Go back to your master, slave, unless you wanna join these guys!" Said the ogre, picking up a familiar corpse from a naked pile of them, and hurling it at the fire. "That one gave the general some good times!" Said the ogre, laughing loudly. Jin could only throw himself at the corpse and the fire as emotions of shock, sadness, and memories of passion attacked him. "I'll... be... with... you, forever..." as the flames consumed both Jin and Myn together. It is said that in a large area, every type of flower can be found, and at the center of it all, a statue symbolizing love. It is said that the statue is the same tempurature of the same flames that very day. When the light from the same summer moons strike it, it is said to glow as radiant as an infinity of flames. And at the top, where two hands meet together to seemingly reach the stars, are found magical rings that symbolize love. A ring forged in the greatest forge of all; love. | |