Chapter 4
Oh Hymenaie!
Never apart.
Such was the state for Orpheus and Eurydice who felt the constant warmth and life-force of Love within, burning as brightly as any star. Theirs was a song all its own, benevolent and all-inspiring; it drew others too, the birds and beasts of the world, gods and goddesses who watched with keen, timeless eyes the unfolding of a mystery elusive to them. As for mortals, they too watched, listened, and hoped for such a love.
But not all are fated to live such a life, and those who feel the Morai set against them are filled more with bitterness. Some were jealous of the music Orpheus played, of the love that bound him and Eurydice, the happiness that graced the land wherever they travelled.
It made no matter to the lovers, for they walked in a light that
