There was a man, once, who loved a woman; a tale as old as the world. And yet, this woman had a twin who loved this same man in turn so that both their hearts beat as one for them. But just as fair and gentle was the first sister, so was the second, though in her heart, never darker place existed. When she saw that her sister would wed this man she held so dear, that forever they would be united in the face of the gods, her hatred blossomed like the blackest rose.

It was spring, the time during which the small streamlets of the mountains disgorged their overfilled torrents into the river and transformed it into a furious roar of foam and currents. It is then, that the sister pushed her lovely twin into the waters, over the bridge, never to be found again.

The girl's body went downstream quickly, the breath snatched out of her like winter's worst frost. And when a smaller pool of gentle waters craddled her broken form, a miller found her, with her golden hair fanned about her face, white as a dove and resting peacefully in water's cold embrace. Struck by the charm on her, he took her to his mill and from her, fashioned a delicate instrument of hair and bone. Over the long months of summer did he craft this, carefully chipping away the boned and braiding the hair. When autumn came, bright and gold, he saw that he had crafted a harp so lovely he could not keep it for his own.

And so it came that on winter's eve, he marched into the Jarl's hall and presented his prize for all to see, a gift, to honor the new marriage of the Jarl's only daughter to his best warrior. Removing the fabric that covered the instrument, the miller had no need to pluck any strings before a beautifull and sad melody arose on its own;

"Oh my father, hearken here
Harken to me, mother dear
By you my false sister stands
Who drowned me with her own two hands
For the love of a man sweet
I swam in river deep
I, your daughter, now come home
Voice of truth in harp of bone."

Norse myth

The gods do not make the fetters that run us mad, we do and twist them round.

Humeur: Songeuse

Musique: 'Lovers' House of Flying Daggers end