A few days ago we went on a half day tour. One of the local legends he told us was about the volcanoes; two brothers and their father who is called Laskar, or Firetongue. Where we were staying we could see the three mountains in the distance. In the story the father chooses another mountain for the oldest son (Licankabur) to marry. But the other volcano didn't want to be told what to do, so she decided to do a bit of research on both of the brothers.
How did she do this? Well, she decided to date both of them at the same time.
Each day she would spend half with each brother. This worked out pretty well, except that the brothers found out that they were dating the same person. The figured it out, but were fine with it, since they were both having a good time.
Unfortunately, the father disagreed.
He went to the younger son and was curious, because the mountain he chose was supposed to be dating the older brother.
"I chose her to marry your brother! You would disrespect my wishes!" Bellowed Laskar, the Fire Tongued.
"But," protested the younger brother mildly, "My brother and I have agreed on this, noble father. And we're both cool with it."
Laskar, in a fit of blind range both because the younger one was being disrespectful and he could not sure stand that bad pun (both brothers were dormant and not active like their father).
He drew his molten blade and swung it in an arc of rage. Fate's hand guided his sword, and with it his son's head toppled to the ground.
Laskar, of course, realized what he had done once the blind fury that blinded his senses had lifted. He mourned. He was so sad that he decided to seperate older brother with the other volcano. He dragged the to-be bride to a nearby mountain range, tantalisingly close but yet so far to the brother.
Her and the older brother can only be together once a year, when the sun casts the brother's shadow upon the other volcano.
