Arweena Fleet Foot was a good runner; more so by far than the men of her village. She had a lover, but whenever he proposed to her, the thought of losing her freedom, and her love for running, confused her and made her spurn him. One day, perhaps due to that extra mug of ale, she joked that she would indeed hang up her running shoes forever; if he could beat her in a race from the tower to the old tomb and back. Her lover readily agreed, although he was bereft of any idea of how accomplish such a feat! And by the time she was sober, the word had spread all over the village. So when the day came, the horn was sounded, and the two sped off! And as was expected, by the time she reached the old tomb, her lover was nowhere to be seen. Far from being happy, she was downcast, and for perhaps the first time in her life, she felt that her gift, and love, for running was indeed a curse! Then, Fate intervened. Just as she was about to spring up and follow the path back to victory (and sure disappointment!), the petals from hundreds of beautiful flowers from a nearby tree began to fall, tracing their way down in a slow, mesmerizing spiral that made her hold her breath, transfixed at the sight. Little by little, she forgot about the race, and by the time her lover tapped her shoulder (with hundreds of curious onlookers and relieved family members at his back!), proudly displaying the first place trophy, she looked up only saw the love in his eyes. The wedding reception, which took place a few days later and attended by everyone in the village, was held at that exact same spot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Well alright, if the story is a little too corny, just enjoy the pic, ok? LOL....;D Me just hopes you enjoys! And thanks so much for visiting. Have a great day. :D PS Story has elements borrowed from various sources.