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CHAPTER 3
Tantaros was restless the next day. He couldn't wait to meet her in the evening, at the spot where they had met. But there was a problem. According to an ancient law, youths from different villages were not allowed to speak to each other. This shouldn't have been a problem, since Tantaros was way past is teens, but many elders considered him a child, so the rule applied to him as well.
The day was cold and elicited yawns even from the most hardworking people. This led the village council to declare it a holiday so that all could rest.
But for Tantaros, the day was unending. The wait seemed like he was waiting for something he had wanted his entire life. He had never experienced such feelings before in his life.
The evening came. At sunset, he had reached the spot, and was eagerly waiting for Vamyro to come. Every second felt like an eternity, as he miserably waited for her.
Then, at last, when the sun rays were disappearing on the horizon, near the palm trees, a figure became clearer, ever so slowly…
Tantaros's joy knew no bounds. Vamyro had actually come! She came up to him slowly, and looking around as if scared that she might be seen.
She reached him, and they stared at each other. The law restricted them from conversation, but it didn't prevent them from meeting each other.
Every evening after that, they would meet at the same spot, and stare at each other, taking in each other. Soon, their mute love grew.
Rumours started spreading after a bunch of young men from Vamyro's village saw them meet every evening. They both were told not to meet; otherwise both would bear dire consequences. Tantaros was about to snap that they were just staring at each other, not actually speaking, so they could carry on, but he didn't, because he knew that answering the gossip is feeding the gossip.
Weeks after this evening, there was a 'pashu parva" or an animal contest, where the strength and agility of both animals and men were shown. Tantaros was invited to this one, like every year, but he had eyes only for Vamyro. He wanted to see her again.
He pushed through two people, and saw her, but when she saw him, she burst into tears. A woman, who looked like her and was obviously her mother, saw this and turned on Tantaros, eyes blazing. She proceeded to insult him in every possible way, calling him the son of two strangers, insulting both his real parents and foster parents, calling him an ungrateful swine who had hurt her poor daughter etc.
Hearing this, Tantaros's blood went up in flames. Never had he experienced such hate before, never such anger. Dark thoughts crept into his mind, suggesting how he could torture Vamyro's mother, how to avenge his honour, how to hurt her for every insult. His eyes normally raven black, turned the colour of blood. His mouth turned into a snarl.
Realising this, he thought, Wow. Anger fit.
His hand drifted towards the hilt of Mitra. He drew it, and silence fell on the crowd. Even Vamyro's mother seemed shocked
To quench his anger, he stabbed Mitra in the ground, and started to drag it toward the coast. His muscles erupted in fire, his body wet with sweat. Slowly, he dragged it, finally reaching the coast after an eternity.
Suddenly, with a crack like thunder, a crack in the earth appeared, right along the line he had dug. It sped along in opposite directions, the crack following Tantaros curving around him and disappearing in the sea.
The land split, but unfortunately, Tantaros was on a small island by himself, and Vamyro, shocked, on the other side. She came out of her reverie, and so did he they both screamed each other's names, till their voices became hoarse, but it was useless; his island drifted away. He soon passed out.
Back at the main island, Vamyro went mad. She ran away, but everybody was to shocked to respond. When the sun went down, they searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found. The people were so sorry for what had happened that they broke the old restriction of speech.
But the breaking of a law wasn't going to bring them back.
