The story of the Christmas Ring happened in a not so distant past in a Region in Southeast Asia. It was a time when technology is not yet so advanced when communication and travel is not yet as fast and convenient as in this generation.
The story goes like this...
“These are good and precious presents, for very special persons, I guess,” the lady said as she delicately put an adhesive tape on the wrapper.
“Indeed, everybody in Scallur is obsessed with this ring, including my wife,” he replied.
“Really, she would be very glad then! " the lady smiled and continued "So, you are from the City of Scallur?" She glanced at him, turned back to the boxes and place them in a bag. She smiled and with curious face asked him again, "And what business do you have in Dailmore, sir?”
“I just attended a special training for jewelry crafts here. Your City is famous on that.” he replied with a conservative grin.
She smiled with the complement and said, “You’re right but your city is known for the great Hotel Scalluria. Everyone from Dailmore, I guess, dreamt to stay there once in their lifetime.”
'Really, it’s also a dream of most Scallurians', he thought.
But only the rich in Scallur can afford the best hotel service of Hotel Scalluria. Dailmorees are known to be rich because of their highly developed economy, and their people can pay for the services of the prestigious hotel.
“But the legend of the Fortune Ring from your City is more popular, I think.” He returned the compliment.
“Well, they say that. But it’s no legend for it is real. Fortune really comes to those who seek for it! After all everyone needs a fortune” She smiled then put a sticker on the bag the says ‘The Fortune is yours forever’ and gave him the complete pack of the items he bought. Then she turned to entertain another customer; thanked him and said. "I wish you then good fortune, sir!”
He thanked her and walked through the opposite stall where foods and native delicacies were sold. He had spent a month in the City and he was familiar with the place already. It was about 3:00 PM and he felt a little growl in his stomach, so he bought something to eat and sat on a bench in front of the stall.
An old man seated near him noticed the bag he carried. He was clad in leather jacket; it was cold even that time of day as the rainy season brought humid air in September in Dailmore.
“Seeking for good fortune, huh?” he leaned forward to Oemor while pointing his right forefinger on the bag to show he was talking to him.
“It’s my wife,” he replied as he made a bite on his sandwich.
“Do you believe on the story?” the old man asked. His gray hair covered part of his eyes as the wind blew on his face. He quickly combed them with his hand.
“I don’t really know. But most in our village wanted to have it. They said it really can give good fortune. Everyone who has it, in our place, is progressive in life. But only few could afford it.”
“So, you bought it for fashion’s sake,” he declared as he looked ahead as if looking at something in his mind.
“I love my family, my wife, I promised her the ring for about 10 years and this is the only chance I have. I saved a lot to have it”
“Good decision, though it sounds like your wife is more convinced of its marvel,” he said gazing back at him. “I tell you mister, the story is real its no legend,” and he showed his ring finger with the Fortune Ring.
Oemor nodded in approval. “So it’s not only Scallurians who are convinced by the ring’s fortune but Dailmorees as well”, he replied.
“Do you know the story?” the old man asked. “I heard of it but I don’t know the details. They said the original ring was made by a wandering generous goldsmith. I read an ad that until now Dailmore is looking of his whereabouts or his remains and gives good prize to those who can find it with the original ring with intertwined hearts and name of Dailmore and Airam.”
“You are partly correct,” he said then voluntarily the man recounted the story while Oemor listened passively first, but then he became interested.
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