In times of superstition, legends of demons were rampant, and love was considered to be more powerful than any force of darkness.
One legend tells of Marcus and Brunhilda.
In a chapel they made vows, promising to God and company, that their love would always shine as a reflection of God's love for them. Each placed a silver ring on their beloveds finger to symbolize the eternal bond.
A ruckus was heard outside the chapel. The village was under attack. The doors burst open and warriors overtook the unarmed men. The women begged for mercy, but there was none to be had. Marcus fought bare handed, but fell on the stone floor, Brunhilda rushed to his side. She was hoisted from the floor and the raiders took her away.
The Huns were seen as demons. They had mis- shaped heads from being bound at birth, and they fought with a frenzy that couldn't be quelled until the ground ran red with streams of blood.
When every man in the village fell, the raiders claimed what they killed. The wives, homes and children became the property of the warrior who killed the head of their household. The Hun simply moved in as replacement for the one slain.
Brunhilda buried her husband's body in her garden, whispering a promise they would never again be parted. By day she stared into the garden, longing for the one she lost, by night she was a tool in the victor's hand.
Early one morning she woke. The overlord snored at her side. Brunhilda moved from the bed to slip across the room. She took the dagger from his belt, and as he lay sleeping, she plunged the blade deep into his gut, over and over until he moved no more.
Realizing what she had done, Brunhilda tried to flee into the woods, she was captured and hanged for her crime. Her body was left in the woods for the wolves.
The Huns moved onto other conquests. Those remaining looted the graves looking for tools and weapons. The grave of her beloved Marcus was opened. Instead of one body, there lie two. Brunhilda rest by his side, silver rings adorning the entwined hands.