The night is very dark. Wind gently ruffles
the willow trees. All is quiet, or it so appears, around the
shores of the small lake. Tamriel's moons reflect in the slightly
rippling surface of the water. An owl's questioning call echoes.
No lights are shining from the castle nearby; it appears deserted.
As the night wears on and the planet's satellites
moves across the heavens, a faint glow appears near the castle.
The light slowly moves towards the lake, and upon reaching
the shore, stops. A figure, a beautiful woman by any measure,
stands looking wistfully into the dark water. Her lantern
flickers in the breeze, and illuminates her. Tears are streaming
down her cheeks; her gown, once beautiful, is now tattered
The surface of the lake becomes agitated,
but not from a wind as the night has become as still as it
is dark. Slowly from the water emerges the figure of a man,
a warrior, fully adorned in the armor of a knight on the field
of battle. He seems to float over the water towards the woman
and stop just short of her.
"Madylina," the ghostly warrior
"My Lord, Gerthland," whispers the
lovely Madylina as she kneels. "You have come to me again."
"Yes," Gerthland responds, "My
days are long waiting for the night in which I can see my
The lovers stand looking wistfully at each
other, unable to touch, unable to kiss, unable to satisfy
their unrequited love until the first tinges of dawn start
to color the western sky. Gerthland drops something to the
ground as does Madylina as each depart. The waters of the
lake again take possession of the handsome knight and the
beautiful maiden walks slowly back to the castle. As the waters
of the lake settle into a gentle ripple and the light of Madylina's
lantern disappears, dawn breaks over the lake.
On the shore are two beautiful roses--one
crimson and the other white as fresh cream. Ripples from the
lake overtake the two flowers and pull them into the lake
leaving the shore bare as it was in the hours before darkness
The townfolk around Gerthland Manor tell often of seeing these
lovers in their nightly meeting. The Boar's Bristle Inn is
always rumbling with conversation about them. Lord Gerthland
and Lady Madylina who were betrothed. Lord Gerthland called
to battle to defend the land. Hergen, the castle's resident
sorcerer, becoming enflamed with love and lust for Madylina
only to be rebuked by her. Lord Gerthland's death on the field
of battle. Lady Madylina's death by her own hand at the news.
Hergen's curse on both their souls that will not allow them
to rest until Madylina will agree to become Hergen's consort
even in death.
Hergen, to this day, wanders the deserted
halls of Gerthland Manor hoping that Madylina will agree to
his demands. And the lovers continue to meet for a few moments
each night on the shores of the lake now known as Lover's
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