Once upon a time, in the hidden realm of immortals, there was a spirit called Layif. He was fair and handsome in ways unknown to words, there was no being to be found who did not look to him with admiration and respect. Layif was also secretly loved by an angel, Dayath. Dayath had long black hair, thick and very rich; the kind that blows in the wind and her eyes were the deep blue of the Sea, a sight to behold. She was known through the land for her dark beauty but also rumours of her treacherous ways had trickled for years through the spirit realm. She knew of this, saw it in their eyes the way they shifted nervously when she appeared but she did not care. ” It is not a terrible thing to be feared”, she used to say.
For years, Dayath had tried to capture Layif’s affections; conveniently walking by when he tended to his garden, always having something to say during the meetings of the realm. ” How I wish he would see me”, She said to herself. ” I would love him in ways he has never felt. I would love him forever” whispering as if the winds could take her words to him.
Things changed during the festival of Darim, where some beings are selected to pass through the giant gates to the upper realm. An old dwarf taking his walk of grace glanced her way and saw the longing in her heart.
“My child, you must be rid of these yearnings…let them wither away as dreams do when one awakens from slumber. You would not know what to do if you held him in your arms, for you are Dayath, the dreaded one.”
She looked at him, her lips trembling as if a fever had come upon it. “Why, why?” She asked, her eyes glistening; tears, threatening to pour. “Why should I be denied this? Is the day not cursed, that has no light? If a night is denied its glitter of stars, would we sit in awe and call it beautiful?” She was shaking uncontrollably, heavy with sadness. The Dawrf shook his head slowly, knowing that against his better judgment he was going help her. He shook his head, wondering about the futility of it all.
“My child, this is what you must do. Take a tuft of your hair, using only the the bottom of the strands and wrap it tight with a leaf. Speak the words of your heart into it and they shall echo in his heart also. For as long as the stars glow with a green light, Layif will be yours . But be warned, child, fate comes without a knock and what must be will be. Go, do as I said but you must tell no one of this secret.” Then he left, walking through the giant gates; never to return.
Dayath quickly ran home and followed the Dwarf’s advice. True to his words, Layif came looking for her and for the very first time called her by her name. “Dayith, empress of my heart”. They stayed together near the hill Ide, basking under the greenish glow of the stars; “Emeralds of the sky”, Layif called them, love dancing in his eyes. They sired a son and daughter but after twenty years, fate came strolling by to deliver its fatal knock. The spell was broken.
Layif flew into a rage and summoned the older spirits of the realm, sharing before the council the tale of Dayath’s deception . It was then decreed that both offspring, now taboo, be banished from the realm, down to the middle world called Earth. They would be bound by this law with Layif taking them to Earth, teaching them of its ways, of pain, of destiny and Dayath waiting to pick them up at the end of their time
And so it was that the stars still shine bluish-white from the days of our forefathers till now and divorce is still a habit of our time.