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made him their leader; he was wise and kind as a ruler.
His hair turned white, but he remained that handsome
and powerful; in those days the old were not weak or
helpless, they showed up experience and wisdom. Iara
was still in great love with her soulmate and, being an
immortal magician, she didn’t follow the time flying. But
human life is limited, with a thousand years, though…
One morning Iara called her beloved, but he didn’t reply.
She hugged him, only to feel a cold dead body. Flamen
had gone to the country of the dead where the immortals
had no access. Iara surely might use her magic power to
resurrect her soulmate, but the body deprived of soul is
just a puppet, unable to replace a live man.
Sorrow filled the immortal heart of the Moon
Virgin; she cried out in helpless outrage, shaking the
surrounding mountains. Her beautiful eyes were welled
with hot tears able to melt stone, that was how deeply
she was grieving. The island followed Iara’s sighing and
moaning and ended up in splitting into small pieces and
going deep in the ocean. The people on it were drowning,
but Iara couldn’t hear them crying; the world of people
without her soulmate didn’t exist any longer. Unable to
forgive people’s mortality, she flew away towards the
stars. There she found a small uninhabited planet, slowly
going round a cold black star, and stayed there. Her heart
froze with pain and her tears froze over when dropping
on stone. The planet gradually got covered with ice and
Iara became the Snow Lady of the Planet of Tears. On the
top of the mountain she founded an ice palace with the

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