Oh ho ho... fun. Been a while since I did a storied piece. Mmmm.
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There are stories that are timeless: older than any lore, memory or vision. Some do survive in the fickle hearts of men, in myriad guise - where the characters and places are seen in the eyes of those who find them; but others remain lost and buried, perhaps purposefully. The story of the Elemental, and her Silver Knight was one such, for the sorrows of Krixaliea: the monster of the Deep.
Once, they believe, all men knew the water. They were not restricted from the seas, rivers, lakes or oceans by the feeble, slow bodies that they know today, that struggle and gasp for breathe when deprived the surface. They roamed as they pleased, but for the gifts bestowed upon them they would return to the realm of their goddess every year, to show their love and receive her blessing. Men knew the value of their exchange; affection with detachment, gifts without possession... the peace they had, maintained by these tenets, was won in blood and tears long ago.
Perhaps, the realm of Krixaliea might have remained, if not for the obsession of the lover who desired her, and desired beyond what he could bear.
On that day, every year, the elemental goddess would bestow upon one knight a boon of his choosing, in exchange for a bond to his senses until the next year. Possessing no senses of her own, it was her means of touching the world, and part of the exchange was that the chosen knight would forget - and be unaware of - their bonding. The tragedy was of Ayreth - the lover who was last before the realm fell to ruin. When he was chosen, he asked of the goddess that he should not forget, that he should know her presence as she shared his touch, for there was no higher honour and no experience worth more to remember.
Unaware of the danger, Krixaliea agreed, and for a brief time they travelled the world in contentment. But Ayreth was a compassionate man, and felt most keenly; and when he failed to protect an innocent, or witnessed an injustice beyond his right to correct, his pain was acute. The goddess would comfort him, and in time he grew to see her as more than the elemental, and suffered when he resisted the pull of his growing attachment. As the end of his year approached, Ayreth begged her not to leave him, knowing that she could not stay.
In desperation, on the eve of the day she was to leave, Ayreth - despite Krixaliea's pleading - stole into her shrine, and found her charm. The anulet was said to give anyone who possessed it control of the elemental goddess. Ayreth reached for it, and in terror, Krixaliea tore him asunder from within, and her shrine was desecrated with the blood of the one knight who had loved her enough to fear losing her touch.
Distraught, the goddess sealed the shrine. She was absent the next day, and would not be found. When - finally - they managed to open her shrine again, they found nothing within except two silver charms: her anulet, which no longer resonated of her, and a second, simply inscribed "Ayreth".
Gradually, men lost their affirnity for the water. For their sorrow, the story was hidden away except in snatches of memory sometimes seen through the eyes of a great roaming sea monster, its cries a lament for ages past, and more lost.
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A pair of bracelets for the sweetest couple I know.
"Krixaliea" is kyanite, peridot and clear quartz beads in silver-filled wire and fine silver rings, with sterling box clasp. (Would use all one type of silver material, but didn't have the right thing in the right type...)
"Ayreth" is black spinel, lapis lazuli, labradorite, and golden sheen obsidian - in the same metals.