Storm and Wolf

Once upon a time, there lived two powerful beings: a maiden and her lover. Her lover had the eyes of a forest, while she hair of yellow flame. The maiden was caring and adventurous and was known as "The Wolf", while the man was known as "The Storm" because of his great power.

Little was truly known about them, not even their real names.

The maiden had looked into the heart of time, so knew much of the future to come, while the man knew of all times and was rumoured to have travelled between them. Some people even said that they were gods visiting from heaven.

One night, when the stars danced on the brightest night of the year, when all magical power was at its strongest, the maiden was walking along the coast on the way to meet her lover. While she was walking, a demon-god appeared before her, blocking out the stars.

She became enchanted by his great black eyes, and followed him to an old roofless building near the cliff side. In it were hundred of mirrors. The demon set her before the largest in the room and in it she saw Storm. Using her own magic, yet still under the demon's enchantment she stepped into the world of mirrors and became trapped there. The demon smiled and left, vanishing into the night.

The powerful man, sitting at the fountain within the village near the edge of the sea, began to worry. The night grew on and the celebrations progressed across the land, thanking the moon for its light and control over the great sea.

When the midnight bell chimed to signal the beginning of the new day, the man became so restless that he left the village. He wondered along the coast, calling her name.

On the beach, not far from the village gate, lay Wolf's sandals.

Hoping she could not have gone far he ran in the direction of the footsteps within the sand, leading him to the old building.

Now the demon was gone, moonlight shone into the room, illuminating the mirrors surfaces. In the largest was his lover, her eyes glazed like that of still water. Entwined within her arms stood a reflection of himself. Glad to see that she was not dead, the man tried to talk to his maiden, but it was as if she could not hear him.

She stroked the cheek of the man in the mirror, who moved as if he had free will.

Storm yelled louder, and when she would not answer, ran outside to grab a large rock from the sand.

Just as he was about to strike, the demon appeared, dimming the light. He told the man that if he smashed the mirror he would kill his beloved. The demon smiled, knowing that the god had been defeated.

The man dropped the stone, so sad he could not cry, and the demon left letting moonlight shine once more.

Storm lifted his head to watch her, her hands held in that of his reflection, then left, heading back to the village. All around the people were laughing and dancing around fires, but he could not lift his spirits to join in with their celebrations. Instead he returned to the fountain edge to look into the rippling water.

As the moon still shone, its light slowly fading as the dawn was approaching, the man turned to stone.

Some say the moon took pity on the powerful man and ended his life, while others say it was done by his own power.

Others think the demon trapped the man's soul within the rock so that he could not be reunited with his beloved in paradise.

But ever since that day, on the brightest day of the year, the streets of the town are lined with rose trails and candles, so that if the maiden ever escapes her mirror prison, she can find her way back to her lover, who still sits at the fountain looking into the water.