Once upon a time there was a beautiful Har who wanted nothing more than a pearl. The years passed and nothing happened.
Now it was winter again and pretty cold and, as so often, he was now sitting at his window sewing. This time, however, he was quite inattentive and stabbed his finger in the process. Three drops of blood fell into the pristine snow. He sighed softly: "White as snow, as red as blood and as black as ebony, that's what my Harling should look like."
Time passed and he was born a pearl to Har and his husband. When the little one hatched, his skin was white as snow, his hair black as ebony, and his lips as red as blood. The two Hara were very happy and named their son Aurora, the dawn.
At the festival in honor of Aurora, all tribal princes of Megalithica were invited ... all but one. The latter then came without an invitation and cursed the Harling.“On your 7th birthday you will stab yourself on a spindle and die ... And all the Hara of your tribe too!” The tribal chief was so angry and then went back again. A powerful shaman of a friendly tribe went to the Harling and looked at him: "I can only soften the curse, not take it from you, you will not die, you will only fall into a deep sleep."
So the years passed. Aurora became a very handsome Harling, and everyone in his tribe adored him. But he was also very curious and so one day he snuck into the attic of the headquarters. Aurora had always been fascinated by all of this. He rummaged around and finally found an old spindle. Curious as he was, he looked at her and played around with her. "Ouch," he whimpered as he stabbed his finger. Now he sagged and landed on an old mattress. Aurora fell asleep, and with him all his tribe.Years passed and the beauty of Aurora became a legend far beyond the country's borders. Nobody believed anymore that the story was true. Only Tristan, a young Har of a distant tribe from the land of Ferike, went in search of Aurora and wanted to take him to his husband. His journey eventually led him to megalithic art and the end of his search.
From a distance he saw the HQ of Aurora's tribe. It was surrounded by a hedge of thorns, but Tristan did not hesitate and entered the building with his katana. After a short search he found the sleeping Harling. A smile crossed his lips. “He's really beautiful.” Tristan knelt next to the Harling and kissed him awake. Aurora opened his eyes and looked at his savior. At that very moment the entire tribe woke up.
The Harling's parents celebrated their son's Feybraiha and the bond between the two lovers with a big party.And they all lived happily everafter.