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Hey guys!
[Yang sits on her bed, legs folded lotus-style, elbows on her knees. Super relaxed, super casual, but that's a devil's grin if ever there was one.]
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting pretty pumped for Halloween. And to get you in the spirit, I'm going to tell you...
[She reaches back and flicks off the light, and the feed shows only darkness.........until there's a quiet 'click' and Yang's face is illuminated from underneath with a flashlight. That devil's grin now stretches from ear to ear.]
The Tale of the Bloody Bride! Those who are faint of heart, turn off your comm devices now. It's spooky story time.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who lived in a small coastal village. She was kind and beautiful, and never wanted for admirers. Almost daily, would-be courters came to shower her with gifts and tokens of their affection. One day, however, a scoundrel rode into town, and upon seeing how the woman was so admired, he assumed that she must be wealthy, so he pursued her for a fortune she did not have. He wooed her not with trinkets, but wit and charm, and she fell so in love with the scoundrel that she agreed to marry him.
On the day of their wedding, the scoundrel asked his bride, "Let me see thy wedding dowry, so that I may hire a ship to carry us away for our honeymoon." The bride, unaware of his greedy heart, laughed gaily and told him, "There is no wedding dowry. My father was very poor and left me no treasures after his death." The scoundrel was vexed. "Then show me thy gifts of gold and jewels given to thee from thy many admirers!" he said. "I am very sorry," his bride replied, "but I have returned those gifts to their owners, for your favor is all I wish to carry on this happy day."
Upon realizing that he would have no riches, the scoundrel drew his sword. "I shall not be burdened with a penniless wife!" he shouted, and he pierced her in the heart, leaving her dead on the floor of her bridal chamber.
Her soul passed on into the Realm of the Dead, where she wept piteously for many days and many nights. When the King of this Realm came upon her, he asked her why she wept so bitterly, for was his kingdom not spacious and restful? There was no hunger, no thirst, and no pain. "Oh!" she cried to the King. "I have given my heart to a deceiver! When he asked me for my dowry, I told him I had none, and he struck me dead on the spot!" "Do you weep because you feel self-pity?" the King asked. The bride answered no. "Do you weep because you have lost your love?" Again the bride answered no. "Then tell me why you grieve so."
The bride lifted her face from her hands and, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she told him, "I weep because I have no means of preventing him from repeating his crime. He will surely seek another, and do away with her as he disposed of me. I weep because there is no justice!"
The King was very much surprised at the steel in her eyes and the passion of her voice, and he, after so many centuries had deadened his sympathies, found himself deeply moved by her frustrations. "Very well," he said. "I will grant you the Sword of Retribution. With it, you shall rise once more to seek the man who wronged you. The sword will lead you to those who have been untrue, greedy, and selfish, so that you might know them and strike them down. However you must take heed -- you have spent much time within my realm, and so you must leave a part of yourself here with me or you will wander as a vengeful spirit for the rest of your days and never know peace."
The bride took the sword in her hand. The metal shone like the purest silver, and seemed to weigh little more than a feather. Yet one touch of the blade's edge could cleave a stone in two the way a branch passes through water. "Then I beg you, take from me my wounded heart, that I might not waver when I stand before the man I loved."
"So it is done," he said, and drew the pierced heart of the maiden from her chest. When he did, her eyes grew black, and her hair became as pale as the moon. She was released to the Realm of the Living, no longer kind and pure, but with a lust only for revenge. For many months the sword drew her to men and women who deceived their lovers so that she might take their lives and preserve the hearts of their victims. "I gave my heart so that yours might still beat," she told them, before she vanished from before their eyes.
At last, after traveling many years and many days, she found the one who had stolen her life and shattered her innocence. But as she approached his cottage, she saw that he had married and now fathered two small children. "Ah! What is this?" she cried, as her sword grew heavy in her hands. She could not lift it. She cried to the King who appeared before her, holding her dead heart within his hand. "My sword has betrayed me, I cannot lift it against my murderer!"
The King gazed upon the Bride with pity. "It has been many years. He has found a love to which he is now faithful. Your sword cannot cause him harm."
"Where is the justice you promised me?" she wailed. "Because of this man I have lost my life and I have lost my heart. I am hollow inside!"
"And so you were when you chose vengeance to be your groom," the King told her. "For while you have slain many who would have broken the hearts of the innocent, you have also robbed them of the opportunity of redemption. They cannot learn to regret their crimes, or grant restitution to those they have wronged. Look behind you and see the justice you have reaped."
The bride looked, and beheld the spirits of those she believed she had saved. All of them bore the same appearance as their savior, with black eyes, pale hair, and a cavity streaming with blood where their hearts had been lost.
"Those who cannot forgive their transgressors and dwell only upon their unhappiness will never know satisfaction. They will never know peace. But do not despair," he said, and held out her heart. "Take back the pieces of what you once had and return to my Realm. I would have thee as my bride to forever rule beside me."
She looked upon the King, and knew that he, too, had betrayed her. He had manipulated her, and denied her the justice she felt she deserved. Looking upon her sword, she found that she could lift it with ease, and she plunged it into the King's heart.
"Ah! Deceiver! Wretch! I would have made you my queen!" he cried.
The bride looked upon his face, and coldly replied, "Perhaps. But you would not have made me happy."
"So it shall be, then!" He crushed her heart within his hand, a final act of spite. "I curse you to roam this world forever, seeking vengeance for all of your days. You will never know peace again!"
She yanked out her sword, then plunged her hand into his chest, taking the remains of his heart into her hand. "Then neither shall you." And with that, she destroyed his heart, exiling him from his very kingdom. With a roar of rage, he drew forth his own sword and attacked. They fought for hours. Then for days. But try as they might, neither could best the other. But they swore they would meet again, and again, and again, waging war for all of eternity until they could no longer remember the source of their enmity.
To this day, the Bloody Bride and the Heartless King still haunt this land, forever seeking to end the other. When the nights grow suddenly cold, and the light spilling from the broken moon is at its brightest, they sometimes appear to resume their bitter feud. Woe unto those with the misfortune to cross the path of these vengeful spirits, lest they be possessed and made into a vessel to continue their endless war, only to be discarded as a bloody corpse with a gaping hole in their chests where their hearts have been stolen and destroyed.
[The grim tale finished, the light flicks off, and Yang cackles menacingly before the feed ends.]
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[Then the light comes back on, and Yang blinks against the brightness.]
Okay, but seriously, I want to hear more scary stories throughout the rest of October. Let's make this month good and spooky!
[Yang sits on her bed, legs folded lotus-style, elbows on her knees. Super relaxed, super casual, but that's a devil's grin if ever there was one.]
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm getting pretty pumped for Halloween. And to get you in the spirit, I'm going to tell you...
[She reaches back and flicks off the light, and the feed shows only darkness.........until there's a quiet 'click' and Yang's face is illuminated from underneath with a flashlight. That devil's grin now stretches from ear to ear.]
The Tale of the Bloody Bride! Those who are faint of heart, turn off your comm devices now. It's spooky story time.
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who lived in a small coastal village. She was kind and beautiful, and never wanted for admirers. Almost daily, would-be courters came to shower her with gifts and tokens of their affection. One day, however, a scoundrel rode into town, and upon seeing how the woman was so admired, he assumed that she must be wealthy, so he pursued her for a fortune she did not have. He wooed her not with trinkets, but wit and charm, and she fell so in love with the scoundrel that she agreed to marry him.
On the day of their wedding, the scoundrel asked his bride, "Let me see thy wedding dowry, so that I may hire a ship to carry us away for our honeymoon." The bride, unaware of his greedy heart, laughed gaily and told him, "There is no wedding dowry. My father was very poor and left me no treasures after his death." The scoundrel was vexed. "Then show me thy gifts of gold and jewels given to thee from thy many admirers!" he said. "I am very sorry," his bride replied, "but I have returned those gifts to their owners, for your favor is all I wish to carry on this happy day."
Upon realizing that he would have no riches, the scoundrel drew his sword. "I shall not be burdened with a penniless wife!" he shouted, and he pierced her in the heart, leaving her dead on the floor of her bridal chamber.
Her soul passed on into the Realm of the Dead, where she wept piteously for many days and many nights. When the King of this Realm came upon her, he asked her why she wept so bitterly, for was his kingdom not spacious and restful? There was no hunger, no thirst, and no pain. "Oh!" she cried to the King. "I have given my heart to a deceiver! When he asked me for my dowry, I told him I had none, and he struck me dead on the spot!" "Do you weep because you feel self-pity?" the King asked. The bride answered no. "Do you weep because you have lost your love?" Again the bride answered no. "Then tell me why you grieve so."
The bride lifted her face from her hands and, with tears streaming down her cheeks, she told him, "I weep because I have no means of preventing him from repeating his crime. He will surely seek another, and do away with her as he disposed of me. I weep because there is no justice!"
The King was very much surprised at the steel in her eyes and the passion of her voice, and he, after so many centuries had deadened his sympathies, found himself deeply moved by her frustrations. "Very well," he said. "I will grant you the Sword of Retribution. With it, you shall rise once more to seek the man who wronged you. The sword will lead you to those who have been untrue, greedy, and selfish, so that you might know them and strike them down. However you must take heed -- you have spent much time within my realm, and so you must leave a part of yourself here with me or you will wander as a vengeful spirit for the rest of your days and never know peace."
The bride took the sword in her hand. The metal shone like the purest silver, and seemed to weigh little more than a feather. Yet one touch of the blade's edge could cleave a stone in two the way a branch passes through water. "Then I beg you, take from me my wounded heart, that I might not waver when I stand before the man I loved."
"So it is done," he said, and drew the pierced heart of the maiden from her chest. When he did, her eyes grew black, and her hair became as pale as the moon. She was released to the Realm of the Living, no longer kind and pure, but with a lust only for revenge. For many months the sword drew her to men and women who deceived their lovers so that she might take their lives and preserve the hearts of their victims. "I gave my heart so that yours might still beat," she told them, before she vanished from before their eyes.
At last, after traveling many years and many days, she found the one who had stolen her life and shattered her innocence. But as she approached his cottage, she saw that he had married and now fathered two small children. "Ah! What is this?" she cried, as her sword grew heavy in her hands. She could not lift it. She cried to the King who appeared before her, holding her dead heart within his hand. "My sword has betrayed me, I cannot lift it against my murderer!"
The King gazed upon the Bride with pity. "It has been many years. He has found a love to which he is now faithful. Your sword cannot cause him harm."
"Where is the justice you promised me?" she wailed. "Because of this man I have lost my life and I have lost my heart. I am hollow inside!"
"And so you were when you chose vengeance to be your groom," the King told her. "For while you have slain many who would have broken the hearts of the innocent, you have also robbed them of the opportunity of redemption. They cannot learn to regret their crimes, or grant restitution to those they have wronged. Look behind you and see the justice you have reaped."
The bride looked, and beheld the spirits of those she believed she had saved. All of them bore the same appearance as their savior, with black eyes, pale hair, and a cavity streaming with blood where their hearts had been lost.
"Those who cannot forgive their transgressors and dwell only upon their unhappiness will never know satisfaction. They will never know peace. But do not despair," he said, and held out her heart. "Take back the pieces of what you once had and return to my Realm. I would have thee as my bride to forever rule beside me."
She looked upon the King, and knew that he, too, had betrayed her. He had manipulated her, and denied her the justice she felt she deserved. Looking upon her sword, she found that she could lift it with ease, and she plunged it into the King's heart.
"Ah! Deceiver! Wretch! I would have made you my queen!" he cried.
The bride looked upon his face, and coldly replied, "Perhaps. But you would not have made me happy."
"So it shall be, then!" He crushed her heart within his hand, a final act of spite. "I curse you to roam this world forever, seeking vengeance for all of your days. You will never know peace again!"
She yanked out her sword, then plunged her hand into his chest, taking the remains of his heart into her hand. "Then neither shall you." And with that, she destroyed his heart, exiling him from his very kingdom. With a roar of rage, he drew forth his own sword and attacked. They fought for hours. Then for days. But try as they might, neither could best the other. But they swore they would meet again, and again, and again, waging war for all of eternity until they could no longer remember the source of their enmity.
To this day, the Bloody Bride and the Heartless King still haunt this land, forever seeking to end the other. When the nights grow suddenly cold, and the light spilling from the broken moon is at its brightest, they sometimes appear to resume their bitter feud. Woe unto those with the misfortune to cross the path of these vengeful spirits, lest they be possessed and made into a vessel to continue their endless war, only to be discarded as a bloody corpse with a gaping hole in their chests where their hearts have been stolen and destroyed.
[The grim tale finished, the light flicks off, and Yang cackles menacingly before the feed ends.]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[Then the light comes back on, and Yang blinks against the brightness.]
Okay, but seriously, I want to hear more scary stories throughout the rest of October. Let's make this month good and spooky!