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Zakir and Azik’s marriage was so happy, even the god Dyphental was jealous. He cursed Ranamanar, the Two-Hearted. “You have overreached with these two. I will break your spell upon them.”
Ranamanar said, “You cannot.”
Dyphental made Zakir’s business decisions fail, leaving them in wretched poverty.
Zakir said, “I am sorry, my love.”
Azik said, “I have all the wealth I need, in you.”
Dyphental spread rumors that Azik had been unfaithful.
Azik asked Zakir, “Do you believe I’d ever do that?”
Zakir said, “No. Never.”
Dyphental made Zakir a hundred years old: twisted, wrinkled, ugly.
Zakir said, “You deserve better. Find someone younger.”
Azik prayed for the same transformation, and was granted it. “Now we can be old and ugly together, my love.”
Dyphental gave up and returned the spouses to their former state. He cursed Ranamanar. “Why be so stingy with your gift? Why not give everyone the same happiness?”
Ranamanar said, “We cannot. Mortals’ hearts are their own. Until they choose to be open, generous, and trusting, love can find no purchase.”
Ranamanar gazed upon all those lost mortals–the bitter and blaming, the lonely and broken–and they cried.
Word count: 200. Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt challenge. Thanks to Al Forbes for hosting, and for E.A. Wicklund for supplying the original photo prompt, below. Click on the link to read the other stories written for this prompt, or to join in yourself!
Eneana world-building note: The Pyanni believe that two deities, Ranam and Manar, loved each other so much that they joined to become one, the plural deity Ranamanar. It’s an interesting story, but it makes for weird pronouns. Depending on who you ask, Dyphental is either an evil god of greed and lies or a useful god of trade and wealth.
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