The Tale of the Two Lovers Stars

This tale is of the star lovers. To this day you can see two stars close together but separated from the rest. These stars are the spirits of a man named Dawson and his love Alice, or so it is said.

 

In the ages of old, when earth was just beginning, an evil spirit broke free of his evil realm and he and his army of demons began bringing havoc, and slaughtering the early people of the land. The three carriers of light, where able to hold back the evil spirits. They were able to hold them off from a small village to the south called Toristis. There lived a teenage boy. He fought against the evil lord and sealed him and all his demons back into the realm with once they came although he was brought into their realm too. He sacrificed himself for the freedom of the people. His sword locked the seal he had cast, but even without the sword in place, the seal would last for 300 years. The sword was in a grove. A secret place known only to few.

 

Soon, the past was legend. And the dark lord was nothing but a figment of a child's nightmare.

 The legend turning into lost history. History that was not meant to be forgotten. All that changed when a man named Harma discovered the sword in the sacred grounds. He, not knowing what would happen if he removed the sword, took it back to the village of Toristis. There, it was passed down from generation to generation.. Until 300 years had passed since the sword had been removed. The sword was now in the hands of a young teenager named Dawson. He was an orphan growing up in the alleys of Toristis and was extremely skilled in the way of the sword. He loved a girl named Alice. Although she was with another boy from the village, he still admired her from afar. It was a late autumn afternoon. Dawson was sitting in the village square watching Alice with her boyfriend. They started to argue and she slapped him, ripping the necklace that he made for her off her neck, and stormed off. This was Dawson's chance to win her heart. He ran into the woods that surrounded the village. He grabbed her favourite flower. Lilies and some sunflowers. Then he heard a wailing scream and smelt smoke. He ran back into the village, his jaw dropping as he saw it on fire. Bandits had come to the town and were doing a raid. Men and woman were being slaughtered. He had to find Alice. He ran through the smoke filled streets, until he saw her. She was chained up in a cart with some other girls. Two men were locking the doors. Dawson ran out of hiding, drawing his sword he began to fight the two bandits. He was faster than they were, but they were more skilled. They made him loose his balance and he fell. They began to cut him. He blacked out as the cart pulled away, Alice was watching him.

 

 

 

 

When he awoke, he was dizzy due to lose of blood. It was early afternoon, and the whole town stunk of ash and smoke. Bodies filled the streets. He somehow was bandaged. To his surprise he found a note beside him. It read:

 

To you,

They took your friend to the bandit camp. It isn't that far from here. Follow the blood trail; think one of the girls on that cart was bleeding badly. Well, you're patched up. Best of luck.

 

Dawson then followed the blood trail. He reached the camp by nightfall. It was located in a dead forest by the sea. He snuck in with the shadows that loomed over the dead forest and found Alice in the center of the camp next to a large tent. She was chained to a post, and blind folded. For what cover he had, Dawson hid. He watched as some of the bandits looked at her. One big muscular bandit came out. He barked at the other bandits and they walked off. He must be the leader. Dawson saw how he loomed over Alice. Taunting her, and trying to touch her. She hit him with her bound hands. He hit her, ripping her blindfold off, and whispered harshly into her ear. He then stalked off to a black tent, where female screams rang out. They were being raped, and Alice was next.

 

Dawson waited until dawn. He then walked down slowly towards the bandit leader’s tent. Alice looked up and recognized him. A smiled appeared on her dirt stained face. Dawson smiled back. “Who the 'ell are you."  Said a voice.  "I'd like to ask you the same thing."  Dawson challenged. The bandit leader walked slowly out into the morning light. He spat at me.  "My names Jack and I'm the leader of the Bane of Blood." He smiled. "And who might you be?" He sneered at him. "I am Dawson and I'm from the village you just burned to the ground. I've come for my friend." He pointed to Alice. "I demand that you give her back to me."

Jack laughed a hissing laugh. Other bandits joined in as they gathered around the tent. "Well then, let us have a little contest. We fight to the death. Winner gets the girl." He spat at Dawson. Dawson drew his sword, Jack did the same. They began in circles. Jack broke it by swinging his jet black sword at him. Dawson retaliated and deflected the attack. He finally got in an attack and it hit Jacks forearm. But something happened. Instead of his sword hitting bone, it cut straight through his arm. From his elbow down to his fingertips, his skin disintegrated and all that was left was a black and red swirling mass. He hit Jack a few times again and more parts of his skin began to disintegrate off his body. He was now a red and black spirit with jet black horns. Dawson was taken aback, as a ring of fire surrounded him and this evil thing. A pattern began to appear on the ground strange symbols and dark lines of white. "What.. What are you?"

"My name is not of your time." It said with a rough voice. "I wouldn't suspect a decedent of the hero of legend to forget me." A sudden memory clicked somewhere in Dawson's mind. He was facing this thing again but he was someone else. He said a series of words and a gate opened in the ground and all the evil spirits and the red and black spirit were sucked back into the gate.

 

Dawson snapped back out of the memory and began to recite the words. A gate opened in the middle of the ring of fire. The bandits were now evil spirits and began to be pulled back into the gate. The evil spirit was being drawn to it too. He cussed at Dawson, and grabbed him and said "Descendent of the Hero of Legend, I curse you for the rest of your life. You will live an immortal life, and will suffer greatly." And with that he and the other evil spirits were gone. He ran to Alice's side and freed her. They gazed into each other’s eyes. And they shared a deep kiss.

 

Years passed and they were married with four children. Two boys and two girls. But as the years passed, Alice grew older and aged. Dawson grew old but never aged. More years passed, and Alice died. He watched his children grown old but they were cursed as well. His eldest son snapped his neck, the second born son was pushed into a fire and burned alive, his eldest daughter was abducted, raped and murdered, and his youngest daughter thought she was ugly. She was the prettiest girl in the land, but whenever she looked in a mirror, all she saw was an ugly, warty witch. She committed suicide. Dawson lived all through this and was filled with guilt and pain. He had buried his wife and four children. He was struck with grief.

 

One night he went to the secret glade and begged to the heavens for his life to end. The Carriers of light descended upon him. They told him that his work was done, and he could now rest with his love among the stars. And as quickly as they had come, Dawson's life ended. He traveled with the carriers of light until he was with Alice. She was a bright star. He was placed right next to her. The other stars being a little distance away. They are still together today, watching over the world in each other’s embrace.

They are known as the Lovers stars.

Author's Note

Sorry for any grammer or spelling errors.. Hope you enjoy :3