The Immortal Arvid and His Stoned Love Amara
Once upon a time in the bustling city of Ellmyor known for its saints and sorcerers, there lived a mysterious man named Arvid. In the alleys where shadows whispered stories of the arcane, Arvid had gathered a reputation of a man not touched by time. No one knew his age. His deep-set eyes bore the weight of centuries, and some even called him 'Immortal Arvid'.
Arvid was a skilled craftsman, adorning the city with his architectural masterpieces that seemed to breathe magic into the city's life. His creations were not mere buildings but were fine works of art, mirroring life and time in their stone-carved tales. His specialty was his ability to create sculptures that would come alive with the touch of moonlight. Creatures of stone would stretch, yawn, and come alive to roam the city streets, returning to their eternal sleep at dawn. But there was one creation Arvid held dearer than others - ‘Amara’, a beautiful damsel sculpted in white marble that was yet to come to life.
No one understood why the exquisite Amara had not come alive like the rest. Until one day, a hermit named Elyon stepped foot into Ellmyor. Elyon was blessed with the Sight and could see what ordinary eyes failed to notice. He visited Arvid's workshop and stopped before Amara, his eyes widening in realization - Amara was untouched by magic because she was not just another sculpture, but Arvid's eternal love captured in stone.
Stricken by the truth of his Sight, Elyon shared this with Arvid, who was astonished but not surprised. Arvid knew his love for Amara had transcended ordinary affection, turning her into a striking emblem of an emotion pure and untouched. Amara was his love, frozen in time.
Word spread about Arvid's love story, thawing the hearts of the city's people. They flocked to his sculptures, experiencing the magical sensation of touching stone yet feeling the pulse of life. In a strange twist of serendipity, a magical event occurred during the autumn equinox. The moon was the brightest, and magic was at its peak when Arvid poured all his love into his last spell for Amara.
Under the mystic glow of the equinox moon, Amara's stone form shimmered, her intricately carved features were suddenly bathed in a golden glow! Each witness gasped in awe as Amara, the beautiful damsel of stone, came to life. With a light of recognition in her eyes, she stepped forward and fell into the waiting arms of Arvid, her creator, her admirer, her lover.
From that day on, Amara and Arvid became another symbol of the city of Ellmyor, living embodiments of love and magic. Arvid, no longer the immortal, had finally found his reason to embrace mortality. No longer alone, he had Amara, the love that had been etched in stone and was now alive in his arms.
People of Ellmyor still recount fondly the tale of the Immortal Arvid and his stoned love Amara. How a man's love for his creation breathed life into her, and a city watched a miracle unfold before them. They remember how love had conquered time, claimed immortality, and spun a story that would pass from generation to generation in Ellmyor.