[DarkForbidden-Love]

"No tales of Toamna anymore?" Dark asked slightly shocked, "They are frequant where I come from. No matter, for today I'll tell you one." He settled down and got confortable then became his tale, "There was a time when the lost soulss would wander with the living and there was no peace. The world was torn and tattered, the souls restless but weary. With no loght but by day the souls could not find there way to the after life." The begining of his tale, confusing and boring but nessisary. "Then on the autum solstice one maiden, a small but fearless one, light a candle and guided the first soul home. Since this maidens birth she had seen the way to afterlife and the color of the dead soul, whether it was headed to paridise or not. And every year after that on the two solstices the maiden would light her candle and lead the way for a few souls." Dark gave a glance to his audience and wondered if they at all interested. "She decided this way was not enough, and it only gave a few souls rest. On the next solstice festival instead of leading souls as she had before, she went to plead the souls' case.

'O great one, please let someone guild every soul home give them rest. Let them no longer walk with the living, present but not able to be. Give the weary the rest they long for, be merciful!'

She knew not to whom she plead only that it must be done." Dark went silent and then asked his audience, "Do you want me to go on or is my story boring you?"