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The Weeping Monolith
Bluecollarheaven
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by Bluecollarheaven
A long time ago, before Humans walked the lands of northern Thurigenesis, there lived a race of beings known as the Firans. They were like elves, but not as tall. They were like humans but had long lives, as long as the Dwarves of Northern Fustlosia. (That be many hundreds of years or even a thousand.) Some say they be half breeds, but they are not. They were builders of magnificent monoliths that still stand in our world today. Monoliths of mystery. This story is of one such monolith. Some say if you look at it carefully, you may make out the shape of lovers entwined and if you touch it, it weeps!
Young girl Mariam
Monoliths of Mystery
Titans - the race of warriors
The Weeping Monolith
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And so it was that a certain daughter of a Firan hunter, and she fell in love with an Wisenlander Titan. Her father would never approve, for Titans in those days were destroyers of the land, destroyers of civilizations... destroyers of races. They were a tall and handsome people. Their hair, a light brown and their eyes were gray-blue. They wielded magical weapons and ruled over our world Hectoraze, in the ancient days.

Alas!

This girl. Mariam was her name. She had come upon her Titan lover one afternoon while in the forest picking berries. She was afraid he might have seen her and so she hid behind a tree and watched him. The Titan continued his way, looking here and there, picking up fallen branches, perhaps to build a fire at a Titan war camp nearby. He was but a young lad, not even a warrior - that was what which determined that they have come of age.

She saw that he was handsome and completely held him in a daze. She took a careless step and snapped a twig.

The Titan was startled and dropped everything.

"Who's there?" he asked, looking around. Suddenly, in his hand, there was a long sharp sword.

And she turned and ran, never stopping, never looking back. She'd heard of Titans and what they do. But when she reached her home, she sat in her room and could not help but fantasize of him. And so, the next day, she sneaked back to where she found him, hoping to catch a glimpse of him again.
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She found him not.
She returned the next day, and again, she found him not.
She returned the next day, and ventured further, trying to find him. And again, she failed.
The last time, she thought to herself on the fourth day.
She searched for signs of Titan tracks, sniffed the air for smells of a night camp's smoke. All hope was lost, she thought to herself and decided to return home. Just as she turned around to find her way back, she found herself standing face to face with the Titan youngster.
"I have been watching you since the day you spied on me while I was collecting firewood."
She was frightened, but he was gentle.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I... I'm called Mariam."

"And I am Rulock. Your.... Your dark raven hair, I have not seen this..." he said in wonder, "You are not a Titan...?"
"No." she swallowed, but his kind eyes beckoned her. Maybe they were wrong about the Titans. "I am a Builder."

"A Firan!" his eyes lit up with wonder. "I never thought they, their women are... are they? Are they as beautiful as you?"

She blushed and looked away. He continued to ask her more questions. He was a young Titan, not yet a warrior and was in this part of the country only because his father was the Captain of the war camp who had just taken the nearby 'rebel city'. They spoke till it was nearly dark, that was when she had to leave, for she was worried that her family may get worried.

But she came back day after day, to meet him at the very same spot. Together, they would tell each other of their worlds and daily their love continued to grow.

One night, Mariam's father and the Firan men were talking when she overheard that they were going to ambush the approaching Titan Army. And that the leader of Titan Army was Rulock's father.

The next day, she went to her lover and told him everything. Rulock was expectedly upset to hear of it.

"I don't know what to do. Is there no way to make your father turn back the way he came?" she asked.
"How can we? My father's name, my family's name will fall into the dust as deep as Garrhen's pit if he does so. Even the army would not turn back."

They thought long and hard. Finally, the Titan boy said, "I know, ask your people to surrender themselves to us. At least no one will be killed. This is the only way."

And so she agreed after finding no alternative.
"Where is your village? I will go to your people and ask for a peaceful surrender." said Rulock.

Alas!

If only the Gods had at the moment, struck her dumb. But too late, tragedy's path was open when she answered, "North, pass the stream, just before the falls, turn slightly to the east."
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Then the day came, the men were ready with swords in hand. And Rulock came to ask for their surrender, and behind him an army of Titan numbered close to 200.

Vastly outnumbered, the men asked, "How did the Titans know of our village? Who led them here?"
Rulock's father stepped up and commanded all the village be burn down.
Mariam cried out in shock and reached out to her lover as the Titan men handled her rudely about.

Rulock stood and did nothing.
He watched on as the village houses burnt to the ground. She screamed his name, till at last he turned to her, eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm sorry."

"Kill them all." said the Titan captain.
Then did Rulock cried out, "No! Father, you promised to spare the people."
"I spare no one. Titans shall rule the world with no need for these weak ones. We shall create our own."

There was crying as the men and woman of the village were pushed into the last standing house. And then the house was set on fire.

The Titan youngster rushed into the house as the fire roared.
"Rulock my son!"
But none of them could stop him from dashing into the burning house.

The house burned. The villagers burned. The Titan Captain cried for his son but the fire became so fierce that no one could even get close to it.
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At last, when it was all gone, there in the middle of the rubble and the ashes and the charred bones, stood an ash colored monolith. No one could move it. It seemed rooted to the earth. No one could knock it down or even chip it. And so, they left it standing there, for there was nothing that could be done.

The army of Titans left that region, burning all there is in their path. They marched on in the name of Garrhentarg, yet they dared defy all his commands and standards. His name was darkened by their acts. In a rage, Garrhentarg and the other Gods came down to make things clear. Thus began the war between the Gods and the Titans with their shadow dragons.

And from those days, before the beginning of the Titan Wars, till today, the monolith has stood, and if anyone touches it, it weeps with salty water, salty like tears!