The small village of Karpos is located at the foot of Mt.Vrell, known locally for its animal fur, meat dishes and strong ale. People at the current age living in villages would mostly find their livelyhood by hunting (if they're capable), developing agroculture or other occupations catering to the needs of people with money.

Late at night, with grasses dominating the earth and stars illuminating the worlds below lies a couple of newlyweds conversing under the moonlight whilst lying on their backs watching the stars that tell legends of heroes.

The wife, with red hair and captivating looks was lying beside a man and hugging his thick arms tightly like it's the most precious thing the world has ever given to her, maybe a little too tightly.

"can my cute wife please stop hugging my arm like it would vanish if you were to let it go?" the man said while stroking the wife's crimson hair gently, his eyes are filled with pride, not one that is closely related to arrogance, but one which is proud for his wife, confident at the prospect of their future together, lively and content with his existence.

"Oh? is the master blacksmith of Karpos, whose renowned as the best handler of metal with the local villages feeling uneasy being hugged by his charming wife whom he has courted for years" the wife said with a smug grin.

"Alright you should stop teasing me any day now, i thought you would change that troublesome personality of yours after i married you, seems like i was too shortsighted with your - Owwh that hurts..stop it, it'll leave a mark on my arm" the wife has always been a violent girl with a silver tongue, always a short distance away from trouble with her taunting, yet they were the same reason he fell in love with her in the first place.

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"look at that smile, you sir are desperate for me. and also why should leaving a mark of love in my beloved's body be forbidden? or is it the location of the mark that is wrong? wonder if i should leave a mark of passion down there with your "sword" huh?".

Blushing furiously, he never really won on anything againts her. Yet because of his tenacity and willpower she also fell in love with the stubborn man in the end, so he would always say that he lost the battle but won the war.

"Alright stop teasing me, be careful what you wish for, the "sword" might be ready to get out of it's sheath tonight" Enthusiasm can be heard from his every word.

"Has it been sharpened enough i wonder, a sword needs to be properly maintained" she smiles as she traces her slender white fingers up her husband's broad muscular chest "Every.Single.Night".

"You must certainly have good eyes to notice that, then you shall maintain it. We'll have a baby soon enough" Spoken with great vigor and confidence.

"Our child will be a legend".

"and a great cook, like the mother".

"i'll give our child all of my sword techniques and teachings" both of them obviously excited at their future child not noticing the stars shooting above their heads.

"what should our child's name be? i'll give you the pleasure my lovely wife!" The husband says as he plays with his lovely wife's crimson hair

"If it's a boy his name shall be Aaron meaning 'High mountain', if it's a girl then her name shall be Cyrus meaning 'Far-sighted'. Eyes filled with hope, they both wish upon the moon and stars, to the gods above of their one and only wish.

After their romantic talk, they went inside the house to maintain the sword and subsequently fell asleep without realizing that spirits, wisps, fairies, elementals and beings of nature all heard their wish and now surrounded the still house decorating it with all sorts of lights.

All was happy, even the most mischievous and playfull of beings are showing their full support towards the hopeful couple, all silently hoping that their wish would one day come true.