Bride of the God of Fire ~ by SaralynArati

SaralynArati

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Thanks lots, Aylatha!! She's my last in a series of "Bride of the God of ____"s, so I'm glad to end it well.

5 years ago

Aylatha

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What a touching story. And I really love her outfit, too.

5 years ago

SaralynArati

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Wow, thanks so much, Broomhilda!! Your kind words are just what I needed!

5 years ago

Broomhilda

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Beautiful, touching, and fascinating!

5 years ago

SaralynArati

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The maiden was baffled by this behavior. Had the god seen through her and guessed her intent? Undeterred, she waited for him again. And the whole process repeated, over and over. Finally, unable to bear his silence, she asked the God of Fire, "You know, don't you, that I mean to kill you?" He merely nodded. "Then why do you keep coming for me?" "Because I don't believe in evil... only in pain. Perhaps, my kindness may eventually heal your wounds." The bride wept, and her heart was won.

5 years ago

SaralynArati

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They disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the clergy prayed that the bride would successfully slay her husband, who must be wicked, to cause such damage to all living things. Yet the next day the girl was returned unharmed, and recounted that the God of Fire had neither come near her, nor let her approach him, and in fact, had only vanished with her to prevent another incident like what had happened with the bride of the God of Air. He had no wish to see her thrown into the bonfire, or worse.

5 years ago

SaralynArati

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Three times the bonfire burned down to ash and embers, and was relit from the bride's sacred lamp. The fourth incarnation of the blaze billowed skyward suddenly, showering the area with sparks, yet the maiden held fast and was not scorched, for the God of Fire stepped out of the inferno then. The girl maintained her look of innocence, fueled by a sincere hope that he would accept her, and smiling strangely, the God of Fire stretched out his hand to her. But this was witnessed only from afar.

5 years ago

SaralynArati

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Her clothes were bedecked with jewels in fiery tones, but the bride cared not; she was more concerned with the yards of scarves and shawls with which she might strangle her new husband. A blade might not kill even a half-mortal god, but she was certain that if you could smother a flame, the God of Fire must also have air to live. And so she waited, silhouetted by a roaring blaze and carrying a lit lamp herself, hoping that her god would come and claim her. The smoke didn't bother her at all.

5 years ago