Stomra and Trinada
Stomra and Trinada, a Stomra tale written by Lowell Kempf
As you all know, when Stomra was a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, Queen Gralfeya stole him from the Heavens with the intent to raise him as her own. However, as he grew into a youth, in became more and more clear that Stomra was not the child of the queen but a child of a different power. He did not follow her ways or answer to her whims. Eventually, after he had grown to be a youth, he climbed the high mountains to the kingdom of Turgrid the mountain king, away from the queen’s power.
Stomra had grown to be a handsome youth. All his life, he had lived out of doors, in the sun and in the wind. His skin was a golden brown and his form was lithe and supple, full of strength.
However, he was not the only one in the mountain kingdom who was entering adulthood. Trinada, the daughter of the mountain lord, was just leaving girlhood behind and becoming a young woman. Her skin was alabaster white but her eyes and hair were both a rich brown. Her form still had the spring of youth but had the promise of the woman who was to come.
After the many strange and twisted shapes that Stomra had seen in his childhood with Queen Gralfeya, the healthy form of Trinada was unlike anything he had ever seen. She was beautiful, a rare blossom that was to be cherished. She won his heart merely by being her.
However, Stomra was a wild boy who had grown up in the fields and the forests. The wilderness was still in his eyes. He frightened Trinada who had lived in the safe mountains all her life. Thus, she and her maids put on airs when they were around Stomra and would have nothing to do with him.
This was the same Stomra who had not let Queen Gralfeya break his spirit. He had wrestled the bear of the black pine and out riddled the serpent that lived beneath the crystal rock. He had made the first forge and the first anvil. Stomra was not one to let go of love so easily.
He dug deep furrows in the mountain side. He then filled those furrows up with rich earth. Long before then, Stomra had made friends with the wind and whispered to the wind what his needs were. The winds went down into the valleys and the fields and came back, carrying the seeds of a thousand different flowers.
Stomra took those seeds and planted them in the deep furrows that he had dug. In the days that followed, he carded for those seeds until they sprouted into a beautiful flower bed, one that formed a ring around the entire mountain. There were more colors in the flower bed than there were colors in the rainbow and the air all around the mountain smelled richer than any perfume.
Neither Trinada nor any of her maids had ever seen flowers in their entire lives for they had always lived on top of the mountain. The sight of the flower bed’s beauty melted their hearts and their fears. They no longer scorned Stomra but invited them into their friendship.
As you know, part of the gift of Stomra was that he was the first true maker of things. Queen Gralfeya could take that which was already in the world and twist and pervert them into new shapes. However, alone among those who dwelt beneath the Heavens, Stomra could make new things and those thing that he made were pure and true.
Deep in the mountains were veins of bright copper. Stomra dug into the mountains and brought the copper forth. He then used the most delicate of tools to form the copper into bells. He made hundreds of bells and each had a tone unique to itself and yet they all were in perfect harmony with all the others. He strung the bells onto a cord that he hung high on a pole so that the bells would catch the wind. When the wind came, the air was full of music unlike any the world had ever heard.
Then, Stomra proceeded to ask Trinada and her maids to dance. They had never danced before for there never had been any music in the mountains before Stomra had come. Yet, when they heard the music of the bells, they knew that they had to dance.
Stomra was a child of the gods, even though he had been taken down from the Heavens and the gifts that he had were not a part of this world. He did not dance with them one at a time. Instead, he danced with all of them at the same time. Through the magic of the music and the gifts of the Heavens, Stomra was in many places at once and each of those places was one where he danced with Trinada and her maids.
And, yet, even though it could be said that he danced the same span of time with each of the young woman that day for he danced with them all at the same time, there can be no doubt that he danced with Trinada the longest out of any of them.
By then, all who dwelt in the mountains knew that Stomra was courting Trinada. Those who dared went to the mountain king Turgrid and asked him about the courtship of his daughter. The lord of the mountains simply laughed and said that the two would be married when the time was right.
In the seasons that followed, the two lovers gave each other many gifts and showed many signs of their affection. Yet, they both knew that the time had not yet come for them to consummate their love. There is a season for all things and they were yet waiting for the proper season to come.
Stomra spoke again to the wind and asked the wind to bring him a single seed from an apple tree. The wind did as he requested and brought to him the tiny black pearl of a single seed. Stomra planted that seed at the very peak of the highest mountain, where nothing but snow lay and nothing had ever grown.
However, the gifts of Stomra were greater than icy snow and hard stone. Under his care, the seed sprouted and grew into a tall apple tree in the span of a single year. Beneath its boughs, all of the snow melted and the air was as pleasant as a fine spring day.
Stomra dug deep into the veins of the mountain until he discovered the most pure gold. He forged that gold in the simplest ring imaginable, an unadorned band that met itself and never ended.
Stomra offered that ring to Trinada beneath the apple tree whose branches hung heavy with rich, red fruit and beneath the apple tree, she accepted. The two were married there with the blessing of Turgrid the Mountain Lord. It is said that the wind carried the blessings of Heaven above to the wedding as well.
Thus it was that the father and the mother of all of mankind came together beneath the apple tree.