Virane

     In the land of Toro, Mira walked slowly through the woods that lay behind her home as her blonde hair fluttered in the breeze. She lived in secrecy, for her father and mother, once King and Queen of Toro, were dead. The Toroks betrayed the throne and anyone who supported her parents was killed ... only she had gotten out alive. It had been a year since she had found her new home, an abandoned cabin evidently unused for many years. It was here she lived in isolation, away from prying eyes that were keen to find the Princess, heir to the throne.

     Mira had no real purpose tonight other than to enjoy a leisurely stroll. It was the only luxury she could afford in isolation. Moonlight dimly illuminated her path as the trees made eerie shadows that seemed to beckon her with its dance. Unwillingly, a thought drifted into her mind ... the dance of Virane.

     Virane. It was an ancient name, the name of death as spoken by the Larigan people of old. The Larigan race vanished mysteriously thousands and thousands of years ago, yet they still existed in the words of stories whispered amongst those who feared the subtle truths that underlied these fables.

     Virane. It was this name that echoed in the deepest pits of her mind as she walked over twigs and leaves, admist the trees that appeared so lovely in daylight but murderous by night. She had heard stories of Virane from her mother but she was never quite sure what it was. It was said that in many ways Virane was death and more; it sought to spread misery wherever it went for nothing more than its own pleasure. Virane was a marked entity, for the sign of the flaming butterfly would reveal its identity. She shuddered at the thought of Virane and fearfully glanced around her as if expecting the shadows to be concealing it.

     Suddenly Mira came to a halt. Her voluptuos chest rose up and down rapidly like the wings of a humming bird, as she breathed heavily from fear.  She could hear whistling- a pleasant sort of whistling that one might hear from a carefree person. Mira could recognize the tune, Moonstone Jig, a song her father had enjoyed, yet thoughts of Virane lingered in her mind, keeping her fear intact.

     For a moment, the whistling ceased and the only sound in the woods was silence itself but it did not last long. A gruff, male voice started to sing the words to Moonstone Jig,

                                    ' Out on the rocks there is a glow,
                                     the darkness inside is the river that flows,
                                     the stone of the moon is the creature's show,
                                     dancing a jig, on craters she knows.
                                     Now love ain't a lover, but she warms my stones,
                                     stealing out into the night for all her moans,
                                     the moonstone jig is to set the tones,
                                     for in the morning, I'll be all alone.'

     A tear rolled down Mira's cheek but she hastily wiped it away. The song was a reminder of all that she had left behind. It brought her hope and happiness but also a deep longing for the past to be returned to her. Up ahead, a young man walked towards her. He had long, dark hair that covered the nape of his neck and moved in the air like waves. His dark eyes fixated on Mira as he continued to sing Moonstone Jig. He was a fairly tall man but of a stocky build and judging by the streaks of dirt that slightly marred his handsome face, he had been travelling all day long.

     "Eyy there pretty lady, don't suppose you know a place where I can stay tonight?" asked the man, grinning.

     Mira gazed into his piercing eyes and saw no intent to harm, rather a warmth that she could almost feel on this cool summer night. If he had wanted to hurt her, he would've done so by now; there was no need to create a ruse on the pretense of wanting a place to stay. She had not seen nor heard from a person in more than a year. She yearned for the companionship of another and at this point she may have even considered letting a Torok into her home and thus the look in his eyes was enough for her to decide what she would do.

     "I do know of a place," she said carefully. "What is your name?"

     "Call me Prons," he said. "Where is this place my lady?" There was no mockery in the flattery he bestowed upon her, rather his words seem to be respectful and genuine.

     "I live that-a-way," said Mira, gesturing behind her. "You can stay with me for as long as need be ... and please call me Mira."

     "Ahhh Mira," he whispered yearningly as if savouring the last morsel of a delicious meal. "I do not know how long I will stay but the Toroks have taken over my village and I am merely trying to find a place to hide until I can find a safer place. I will do whatever you ask to earn my keep."

     "The Toroks are headed this way?" she whispered fearfully.

     "I doubt any Torok would dare venture into these woods. I entered for I had no choice." His smile had disappeared and now his expression seemed grim. "No harm shall befall you, I am sure of it."

     "Follow me," said Mira abruptly. She did not wish to discuss her fears with a stranger and yet she felt relieved that she had decided he should stay with her. He did after all know of the Toroks coming. She turned around and walked back towards her house, with a whistling Prons in tow. Although she was opening her doors to him, she vowed to never reveal that she was truly Princess Mira. It was one secret she did not wish to share with anyone.

     It was after three months of Prons' company that she felt an affection of sorts towards him and it seemed he felt the same way about her. He looked at her lovingly with his dark eyes and his smile smoothed over the sharp edges of stone that her heart had become after being devoid of human contact for so long. Yet there were moments when she glanced at his eyes and thought she might have seen an iciness that only a man of anger could possess, but his kindness towards her pushed all other thoughts out of her mind. Soon Mira and Prons fell in love with each other.

     One late evening, she sat in the warmth of Pron's arms, which encircled her protectively. If I we were ever to have a child, I would name it after you, she thought contentedly. She felt happier than she had ever been in the past year. She hoped this peacefulness would last forever.

     A noise outside of her home shattered the silence. There was racous shouting and a clanging sound that rang like a bell as if signalling the end of an era. Mira glanced up at Prons and saw that his face had become deathly pale. "What is it Prons?"

     "The Toroks are here," he whispered. "Stay quiet, I'm going to try and divert them from here."

     "Be careful Prons," Mira said fearfully. Prons nodded as he walked towards the front of the house and as he entered outside to confront the Toroks, Mira noticed that they had grown silent.

     Then Prons spoke and what he said made her blood run cold, "The Princess? She's inside."

     I never told Prons I was a princess, she reflected as the first wave of pain hit her, nearly sending her into a realm of temporary darkness. It was not a physical pain but rather a burning scar that reeked of betrayal which grew in size until her mind was a pit of ashes.

     The Torok barged into the house and took her captive but by then she was too weak to do much. Her mind was still reeling from Prons giving her up to the Torok and thus she did not resist but meekly went along with them. "We killed your mother and your father, Princess," spat a Torok with a jagged scar running down the left side of his face from his eye to his chin. "But we are merciful people. You please us and we will keep you alive." The other Torok guffawed as the Torok with the jagged scar grinned.

     Mira said not a word. She was lost in her mind and unable to process what was happening to her. Even when they raped her, she did not scream or fight back, almost as if she had entirely given up. Within a week she was pregnant but that did not stop her captors from continually tormenting her. And as time passed, her heart of smooth stone cracked and eroded until the edges were sharp again.

     Nine months after Prons' betrayal, she gave birth to a beautiful, little boy. The Torok named him Grunder and the day after his naming, she fled from the Torok with her son in her hands. She had reason to live now and that reason was Grunder. She wanted him to have a life away from the enslaving eyes of the predatorial Torok.

     She wandered far east in Toro until she came upon a village, Quoznak. There, she took refuge in a kind elderly man's house and did chores for him to earn her keep. He died soon after and left her his house; it was here she raised Grunder all on her own. She no longer thought about Prons, for thinking about him would paralyze her and she could not afford to be in such a state- Grunder needed her.

     Grunder grew up to be a strong, healthy boy. He had dark hair but he had Mira's forest-green eyes that shimmered like emeralds. On the eve of his 14th birthday, Grunder told Mira he was heading towards the lake. The lake was known as Lake Rhowen and it was on the outskirts of Quoznak. It was a lake frequented by locals during the day for that is when the salmon were most active.

     As she gazed after Grunder from the front of her house, she heard a familiar voice that she had not heard in many years. She turned slightly to the left and saw Prons. In that moment, the memory of his betrayal swam up into her mind and with great effort she prevented it from possessing her. She did not want to rexperience that pain- she needed to stay strong for Grunder. The long, dark hair of Prons' that she had loved so much was now short and somehow gave him a more youthful look.

     "Are you here to give me back to the Toroks?" she asked, trembling fearfully.

     "No, no my dear. You must forgive me for doing what I did all those years ago. I am merely going to the lake, it's a nice evening for a stroll, perhaps I'll run into my son," he said smiling. The smile was not like the smiles that he had once given her out of what seemed to be love. This was a smile that was not quite right, crooked in a way she could not describe and the hint of mockery did not escape her. The man she once loved now terrified her but she had to stop him from going to the lake at any cost for she did not want Grunder to be in danger.

     As Prons turned around to leave, Mira saw a strange tattoo on the nape of Prons' neck. She had never seen it before for his long hair had always covered the nape of his neck but now it was visible. It was a small, black butterfly with red eyes that glowed ominously. The wings were adorned with bluish-orange flames, that seemed to pulsate and flicker as if it were real. She gasped as she realized that the stories of Virane were true. This was his mark, she was sure of it. Prons was Virane and she had become his victim.

     She blinked and he was gone as if he had vanished into thin air. She knew she had to get to the lake to make sure Grunder was ok. She ran faster then she had ever run along the dirt paths of the village. Her legs ached and her feet hurt but this pain was nothing compared to pain she had felt before, nothing compared to the pain she would feel if she lost her son. She needed more air but the thought of Grunder heightened her urgency and she increased her pace even more.

     Eventually she reached Lake Rhowen. The setting sun splayed a myriad of colours that danced across the surface of the lake beautifully. The surrounding trees loomed over her like giants that were angry at her for trespassing on their realm. "Grunder?! Grunder!!" she screamed as she looked around for him. Where is Grunder? I don't see him. As she walked along the grassy banks of the lake, she saw him. He was a few feet in front of her and lying on the grass, almost as if someone had laid him there. The paleness of his face was enough for Mira to know ... Grunder was dead.

     Like a stone falling from the sky, she dropped down, lifted Grunder's head into her lap and stroked it affectionately. She weeped for him, weeped for all she had lost and wished her accursed life had never been. Soon the tears dried up and as she stared down at her son, she fondly whispered, "Virane."

     As the last rays of sun disappeared, Mira heard laughter. It echoed all around her and she could not tell where it came from but she knew it was Prons ... and he was amused.