There’s a place in the country of Silvergreen; a town called Tangerteal. The town has been divided for centuries, fighting and cursing to each other. It got to the point where both sides did not know what they were fighting about. But all they knew was they grew up hating the other side, and will keep up the tradition.

Of course, in many stories like this, there is the “Romeo” and the “Juliet”. The “Romeo” in this story is Jefferen, and the “Juliet” is Catilin. See, Jefferson belonged to the North side of Tangerteal where the people are known as the Tangers, and Catilin is to the southern part, known as the Tealers.

Tangerteal, Silvergreen is a beautiful country. There is a sparkling waterfall racing down an evergreen cliff. Where the water falls is the crystal-clear water of the Akwanoft River. The Akwanoft River divides the two sides apart, being originally placed on purpose to do its deeds. It was dug by the Tealers to: one, separate the Tangers’ and Tealers’ opposing sides, and two, keep their curious children away from each other. But as we will see, could not keep a certain pair apart.

The Akwanoft River is lined with intricate, spectacular, colored flowers adored by both the Tealers and Tangers. But the citizens did not dare go near the banks. One day a 14-year-old boy, Jefferen, wandered from his house and went to look at the flowers near the banks. On the same day a 13-year-old girl, Catilin, went to do the same. As they came to the banks at the same time, they were shocked to see someone else there. They stared at each other for hours, and then Catilin made the move to go home. This would happen month after month, knowing that they would appear to each other at the same time and day. They would stare and watch flowers for hours. They would sometimes fish with each other, have races along the banks, and look at the stars. But the river was always there to separate them. They would send each other messages by tying a piece of paper to as rock and throw it to the other side of the bank. They would tell jokes and stories. Five years of fun and good times went by, but one day Catilin picked up the rock and read the message: We have to meet.

Catilin has a 2-year-older brother, Marxiar, who caught Catilin this last year disappearing into the woods and coming back hours later. So he began to follow her. He would watch the pair and leave before Catilin prepared to return home.

The next day Marxiar followed Catilin as she went to find a way to meet Jefferen. Marxiar had no clue this was the plan today. Catilin and Jefferen found a narrow section in the river where Jefferen hid a boat so that he would be able to cross. There is a small shack near this section where the Tangers had shelter during the working days on the river years before. They walked to the shack and opened the door. It was soot colored wood with three mattresses, a square table, and four chairs among it. They sat down and talked for hours, exchanging their thoughts, questions of why there is hate among their people, and feelings for each other. At this point of the conversation Marxiar flew open the door, storming into the helpless shack screaming, ”Catilin, who is this ignoramus you have been with for over a year?!”

"No one! Where did you come from? How did you get here?”

That doesn’t matter right now… Let me take care of this lowly Tanger.”

Marxiar picked up Jefferen, smacked him in the face, and threw him against the wall, breaking through the rotted wood onto the grass outside. Marxiar then warned Jefferen, ”Be here, tomorrow at four o’clock with your fellow Tanger friends. We’ll be waiting in here in the shack. Come Catilin.”

I’m sorry…” Catilin cried to Jefferen, wiping blood from his nose, leaving a red mark on his left sleeve.

We’ll be here all right,” responded Jefferen.

The next day came, and at four o’clock sharp Jefferen and his friends opened the door of the shack to Marxiar and his companions. A shout came from the back,” Get ‘em!” And both sides ran towards each other in the shack. Punches and banging was heard everywhere. It lasted 9 minutes and 11 seconds when all of a sudden a dandelion seed entered through a window and everyone stared. They stared at the hovering object for minutes, dancing in their eyes. It then flew over placing itself on Marxiar’ left arm. Marxiar studied the featherlike fringe and intricate design on his black sleeve. He then said,” Ok, that’s enough. No more pain. Lets get back home.”

Nobody knows exactly what happened that day of the dandelion. Jefferen and Catilin continued to see each other, and soon married each other. But the strange thing is that no one objected to the deed of the newly weds. Hours after the wedding the Tangers and Tealers were already getting along. The Tangers built a bridge over the Akwanoft River to connect both sides and all the citizens were proud to announce themselves as the whole town of Tangerteal.