Junius and Crespa

Junius was a young man who lived hundreds of years ago in Bellinga. Handsome and strong, with black hair and a thick black beard, he was known for his boisterous laugh and popularity with the other farmers. One day, a new family from over the mountains came to Bellinga to make a start, bringing with them the most beautiful woman the town had ever seen. Crespa also had thick black hair, long beautiful yards of it, and from the moment he saw her, Junius was entranced. He would come to her family’s farm and help her with her chores, carrying buckets of kank-honey and plowing alongside her father, letting his own farm founder. Finally, her father agreed they could be married, and farmers came from all over the mountain to see the two wed. When he slipped the tradition marble marriage-ring onto her finger, he proclaimed that it was the happiest moment of their lives. “You will be happy together forever,” proclaimed the elemental priest who joined them together in the name of fire and water. “But you must not drink too deeply from the basin of life. Maroon is a beautiful color, as is aquamarine, but when mixed together, they create an ugly mess. Choose one.”

Everybody in Bellinga loved both of them, and knew that their children would be beautiful and lovable as well. Alas, that was not to be. Only a few months after they were wedded, plague came to Bellinga, and Crespa was one of those carried off. “Did I drink too deeply?” wondered Junius in his grief. “Did I love Crespa too much?”

Junius could not venture into town, could not work, and could not eat. Slowly, his farm became overgrown. His neighbors brought him food, but watched him grow thinner and sadder. Finally, he saddled a kank and rode off to the west. He had to seek the Place of Forgetting and forget Crespa or he would die.

Many days later, he returned to Bellinga, his face solemn. The next day, he was out in his fields, clearing them of weeds and brush. As the weeks past, his farm flourished again; his body filled out, and the greyness went out of his pallor. Junius lived a long life and never mentioned Crespa again; however, it is also said that he also never smiled again, and that he may have forgotten his wife, but could never quite forget his grief.

Junius and Crespa

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