The Story of Tornah

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Tornah. She wondered far from her land to escape its tragedies. After many years of travel on the sea, she came across a patch of great mass and set her position on the shore. She traveled even further to the center and found herself at ease. From here she began to construct her own castles and small buildings. It was easy for her as the place she came from it was common for people to have what others would call godly powers. People who lived near this landmass began to hear of this young lady with great powers and creating a small city of her own. Curious and amazed of the news, they came to visit the new village and marveled at the splendor of one small child. She welcomed them and was full of so much love. As a few years passed and her age remained young, the people decided to stay and became her humble servants. Her kingdom was finished and she ruled over it in peace, everyone loved her.

However, over the hundreds of years during her rule, her age finally began to wither her body into an elderly queen. As she lay on her bed with her last moments, her final order wearily slipped through her deteriorated lips, “My body has become weak and frail, I can no longer look over you in this form. Please, be kind to one another while I watch you from the heavens. Be love for the world, my children, as I was love for you.” At last, her spirit gave up on her physical form and her body became that of the night stars, floating into the heavens where her ultimate castle hovered above the observing citizens. Sadly, though, four of her most beloved servants began an outcry of who should take Tornah’s place as ruler of the land. Each of them argued for themselves to be the next heir to the thrown while the rest of the people followed alongside their favorite servant. A great war planted its roots into their hearts and sprung for battle in four separate parties.

The war was short, but not without ending with innocent blood shed and bitter hearts of the four divided kingdoms. A hundred years came and went until the young generation of the territories were uneducated in the land’s history. They forgot why they despised their neighbors and have simply placed their anger on a shelf hidden in their libraries. The newest generation of prince and princesses became age of adult of one royal heir to each of the four kingdoms: North, South, East, and West. The four developed a divine urge to take a journey to the center of the great land where the ruins lay dormant. Once they arrived, a great castle of broken bricks and moss awaited them at the very center. They each approached with their own individual curiosity and finally met one another. The young men and women were aware that they should find distaste at the sight of their enemy, but a stronger force compelled them to remain calm and conversate. Stunning the four, they conversed well and quickly became friends.

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The time came for the royal kin to travel back to their castles and keep their friendship a secret from the kings and queens who still held hatred to one another, however, they were not careful as to who was watching their secret meeting. A shepard from one of the lands was out in this very field trying to rescue one of his sheep when he spotted all four of the heirs emerge from Tornah’s castle and being marry with each other. Unbelieving of what he saw, the shepard took hold of his lamb and ran back to his kingdom to tell of his finding. Enraged, this king sent out a message threatening to enact another war against the other kingdoms. He then went to his heir and interrogated the poor soul until they gave up their knowledge of secretly meeting the others.

After this, the other three kings and queens gathered to invoke their rage against each other. Each couple thought that the opposing side was responsible for allowing their children to interact with the enemy. Not willing to give up their faults, each of the eight hearts grew more in blinding fury. Tornah, however, looked down upon her beloved kingdom and wept as a spirit to their disunity. Her tears fell upon the land and invoked a curse for it to express the four kingdoms the way that their hearts have grown. The North had developed a whimsical pride and was sent into the sky against the harsh weather that dwelled within the clouds whilst hindering their trade market. Stone began to encrust the southern kingdom deep into the earth to be isolated and forgotten for their hearts were not passionate. A fire of rage from the East engulfed their land in the form of a desert and drove them into a famine. Lastly, the West threw themselves into a slothful despair in hopes to pity their way to victory and so their kingdom was sent to the bottom of the ocean to drown their wails.

Sadly, the everlasting separation of the four kin brought them to death from broken hearts. Their spirits were sent into the sky to Tornah’s greatest castle to weep with her. To this day, all five of these truly kind souls continue to shed tears on the four dead kingdoms, hoping for peace to befall the land once again.