The tale of Mures and Olt

Once upon a time, when charming tales were devised, on a mountain peak from Eastern Carpathians there was a citadel with two towers. The king and queen had two twin sons, who resembled each other like two drops of water. The sons may look alike, but they had different characters. From nothing they were starting to argue and fight until blood dropped. That is how God let them on this Earth.
When they grew up, the king went to war with his warriors, and never came back. The queen sent men to look after her husband on all sights, but they couldn’t find him. The king died far away in a bloody battle. But the queen didn’t know that. “What am I going to do now with my two sons?” the queen was wondering, “They fight all day. I build them two separate towers. In the North tower lives Mures, and in the South tower lives Olt. Look, they are good princes ready to get married, and they still don’t get along.”
- Brother Olt, said Mures, who was more abstinent. Mom cries every day after our father, the king. What shall we do?

- I say, brother Mures, to leave our childish fights aside and go look after our father. Maybe he’s somewhere in a dungeon and he needs our help to set him free.

Olt and Mures went to their mother, the queen, to let her know what they have decided. Hearing what they had to say, their mother shed tears of pain, but also of happiness. Of happiness because her sons were worthy and determined, and tears of pain because she had to let them go and she was too afraid to lose them.

- Well, my sons! She said in the end. Leave in search of your king. Mures and you, Olt! I advise you to stay always together, like horses on a carriage, never apart from each other.

And they left. But once they got out of the citadel, they started to argue on which way to go. As I said, they were different on characters and thinking.
-Let’s go towards North, said Mures!

- No! Let’s go towards South, shouted Olt!

And like in their childhood, they started to fight with their fists. After a while, they decided to do as their mother told them and said:

- I grew up in the North tower and I’m heading that way, said Mures.

- And I grew up in the South tower, and I’ll follow that way, said Olt.

They split. The dark in nature Mures went North, and the hot-wire Olt went towards South. After a while, Mures felt like he missed his brother:

- We fight, but we love each other, said Mures. Mother asked us to stay together. What if I go back and go look for my brother Olt?

In a valley, Mures turned towards South, but he couldn’t find Olt anymore. He lost his way and went towards sunset, trough such beautiful plains, that he forgot about his twin brother.

In the citadel, the queen, got news from her messengers:

-  From the citadel’s gate, great queen, Olt and Mures started to fight and split their ways, disobeying your orders.

Upset the queen ran to turn her sons from their way, but she couldn’t reach them anymore, because they were running fast in different parts. And the queen started to cry so hard, that springs were coming out of her eyes:

- God, please take care of my sons. I lost my king. God, anything, but don’t let my wild sons ever perish.
God listened to her prayer and right away, decided to turn her sons in two undying rivers. And they stayed rivers until today, keeping their names: Mures and Olt.
Mures flows very slow towards plain, good and hoping after many turnings, he will find his twin brother.

While the hot tempered Olt, strikes on the mountain rocks, stirs them, foaming at the Red Tower.