Maidens of él Valentia

A Tale of Two Virgins

Prelude

What is Love? Is it the desire that drives us humans to the ends of the world, seeking that, that is not to be found, fighting for that, that is to be lost? A passion that smoulders deep in the blackened piths of the human heart? Or is it just a disposition? An insolent trait of us foolish humans and star-cross‘d lovers?

The war hath passed and soldiers that still are burdened by the scars of bloodshed and murder march as though soulless towards a bleak future, plaited and spun into Weaves of Fate in the distaff of the solemn Clotho, spinning, spinning with sorrow the forthcoming of a great tragedy.

On the 5th of Julia, the sixth month of the year, as the moon shines red like the shed blood of innocent lives and the stars art high in the dark blue sky of despair, a virgin of él Valentia looses all of meaning to her. It is then, that she sets herself upon a journey to regain that, that is irreplaceable. Love.

The tears that will trickle down the curve of her cheeks and stud her lashes with dew, along with the blood that will stain red her clothes, shall not be in vain.

By her side will be another maiden that wanders like the dead amongst us humans, tainted at the ashen seams of her dress with the crimson blood of innocent lives and stalked by the reek of death, the mocking, yet O-so-sweet whiff of lilies wreathed upon the departed. She, also, will retrieve what she hath thought to be lost forever.

And so it shall be done.

As it is writ in the Holy books of our forefathers.

Ramal eque per t’ella miel.

Joshua D’alaque la Paladin, 10th Augustus 1006