The Two Sacred Miracles — A Tale of Eternal Love and Memory | TaleTreasury

Once upon a time, in a serene and distant village surrounded by lush forests and winding rivers, there lived a graceful young woman. She was of marrying age, admired not only for her beauty but for her kindness and wisdom. It was not long before she was betrothed to a noble and handsome man from a respected family, and the entire village buzzed with excitement for their union.

On the night of their engagement ceremony, under a sky full of shimmering stars, dancers performed gracefully before the gathered families and guests. Their twirls and steps seemed to bless the air with joy and anticipation. When the dances ended, the prospective groom stepped forward. He knelt before his beloved, opening a finely crafted jewelry box that held a gleaming gold ring. His voice trembled with sincerity as he vowed:

“To the most beautiful woman I have ever known, I swear that from today until my last breath, I will be your partner, your confidant, and your unwavering support. Will you honor me by becoming my wife?”

Tears of happiness glistened in her eyes as she accepted the proposal. The couple then adorned each other with rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and intricate headpieces — symbols of their unbreakable bond.

Soon after, the two were married in a grand celebration, and not long after that, the couple was blessed with a rare miracle — the birth of quadruplets, two daughters and two sons, all born healthy and vibrant.

The Discovery of the Sacred Candle

As time passed, the family lived happily, though not without the trials of raising four infants. One day, the husband announced his intention to travel to the city to conduct some important business. But fate had other plans. As he made his way through the forest path that traced the banks of the great river, he stumbled upon something strange — a massive candle burning brightly despite the wind. It stood alone by the riverbank, its flame unflickering and steady.

An old shaman had once spoken of such a marvel — the Sacred Candle, bestowed by a river spirit and said to have burned for hundreds of years, never dimming, never dying. Captivated by its mystery, the man abandoned his journey to the city and instead carried the Sacred Candle home.

His wife was puzzled upon seeing her husband return so soon and with such an odd item. Nonetheless, they placed the candle by the upstairs window, where its glow gently lit their home.

But their joy was short-lived. Two days later, the husband suddenly fell ill and died, leaving his wife a widow with four babies barely over a month old. The young woman mourned deeply but had no choice but to carry on. She prayed for a helper, a kind man to assist in raising her children, but none came. So, she raised them on her own, her love as steady as the flame of the Sacred Candle.

The First Miracle — Love and Talents

Years passed, and the quadruplets grew into gifted teenagers, each with their own charm and talents. The eldest daughter, graceful and thoughtful, discovered a love for painting and writing, and soon, she found herself falling in love with a boy who shared her artistic passions, though he was not conventionally handsome.

The two younger daughters both fell in love with a pair of charming twin brothers, while the youngest son seemed untouched by the notions of love, more absorbed in philosophy and the secrets of nature.

Though life had once been cruel to them, happiness returned to their household, woven through art, music, and blossoming romance.

The Second Miracle — The Sacred Bronze Flower

Yet happiness, as ever, walks hand in hand with sorrow. When the siblings were between sixteen and seventeen years old, tragedy struck again. The eldest daughter, the talented artist and writer, fell gravely ill and passed away at dawn. Her family was shattered once more, their hearts broken in ways that seemed beyond mending.

But from her grave, another miracle arose. At the precise spot where she was laid to rest, a rare and wondrous flower grew — its petals a striking shade of bronze, unlike any other flower seen before. The villagers called it “The Gift from the Dead Maiden”. It bloomed only at dawn, the very hour she had drawn her final breath.

Superstitions quickly surrounded the flower. Some believed it was a sacred sign, a living memory of her goodness and talents. Others called it a hidden miracle, a gift from the spirits that bridged the worlds of the living and the dead. No one dared to pluck it, for to do so was to disturb her rest and the mystery that cloaked her memory.

The Lover of the Sleeping Princess

Elsewhere, in a distant village, a boy who had loved the eldest daughter from afar learned of her death. He was the fourth among six siblings, and though his love had never fully blossomed in life, his heart ached with longing and sorrow. To cope with his grief, he wrote letters to her memory, painting her likeness and the enigmatic bronze flower that now stood vigil over her grave.

His brothers and friends, witnessing his devotion, began to call him “The Lover of the Sleeping Princess”. It was both a title of affection and an acknowledgment of the depth of his love — a love that endured beyond life, expressed in ink, canvas, and silent prayers.

With every painting and every word he wrote, the memory of the girl and her sacred flower lived on. The legend of The Two Sacred Miracles — the eternal Sacred Candle and the mystical Bronze Flower — spread from village to village, whispered as a tale of eternal love, loss, and the invisible threads that connect souls even beyond death.

Moral of the Story

Love leaves behind miracles — some that light our homes, others that bloom from our sorrows. True devotion transcends beauty and time, living on in memories and in the hearts of those who remember.