A/N: Thank you for looking at this piece of work, but
please bear in mind that it is one of my earlier pieces! I'm
leaving it up to show my improvement (well, Ihope I've improved!)
but I would prefer it if you read my more recent pieces =) Thank
you for reading~ GuitarPlayer
He stood, in transfixed adoration, basking in the warm ray of her
She danced across the water, her toes pointed, her arms flung out
wide, every limb quivering with grace as she twirled in a fluid
motion, which seemed effortlessly smooth and flowing. Especially
compared to the way he had stumbled into the clearing where he
had found her.
He wondered whether this was some bizarre dream, and his thoughts
seemed sleepy and confused in his head.
She was beautiful. He knew, even without seeing her face. She had
a sort of ethereal perfection about her that suggested she was
not of the human race. No human was this flawless, no person was
this untainted, pure, even wild sort of beauty that breathed
through the creature's every move.
Creature? She could not be human, but creature seemed too harsh
and animal-like a word to describe her.
She beckoned to the mist that cavorted around her, and it obeyed
her every command, swooping as swift as a bird to her side, and
enveloping her in a fragile embrace, caressing her like a devoted
He stared, starry-eyed, frozen like a statue.
She spun round, the mist twirling above her like a whirlwind… and
then she saw him.
She had a small, white face that was mostly filled up with two
huge blue eyes, long lashes curving up around them. Her hair was
long and feathery, and it swirled around her diminutive frame as
gently as the mist itself.
He wanted to smile, and make some sort of gesture that let her
know that he came in peace, but it was as if he was paralysed. He
could not move a muscle, though his heartbeat pounded erratically
in his ears, like a drummer gone mad.
Her lips curved into a shy smile, and she timidly stepped towards
him, though it seemed to him that she glided like a boat on water
to stand before him.
She was small, barely reaching his shoulder, but he knew she was
a fully grown… woman?
"I am Elvira." Her voice, as clear as fresh water, slid gently
around her, before it reached his ears, as if he heard only an
echo of what was said.
By some miracle, he managed to reply, "I am Olly." But his name
sounded feeble and pathetic compared to hers, and his voice
sounded tinny in his ears.
She stood on her tiptoes, and he saw into her eyes suddenly.
They were even bigger up close, and they were as blue as the
ocean, but rippled with movement and vivacity, as if they were
He felt as if he was falling into the sea, but a sea that would
hold him, and never let him go, not drown him with choking salty
She leant forward, and suddenly pressed her forehead against his.
Instantly, his mind was numbed, and he felt calm and relaxed, as
if he had been anaesthetized.
She probed into his mind, and though it took merely a second, he
wanted it to last. He felt as if he belonged to her, and though
it was terrifyingly bizarre, it felt right.
She drew back, and looked at him, her eyes tinged with sadness.
"You… you feel like that about me?" she whispered, and her tone
chilled him to the bone.
He nodded slowly.
"But… I am a nymph."
He nodded again, though his mind pounded.
"You are a good human being," she went on, "But what you are
planning to do is unforgivable."
His tongue was loosed, and he spoke. "What do you mean?"
"You are going to cut down this forest, aren't you? You and your
team of evil men with saws and machines. You will destroy my
home." Her voice cracked upon the word home, and he reached out
for her hand.
"I have given my men no such instruction!" he protested, wanting
desperately to wipe the tears that slid down her face away.
"But you were planning to, weren't you?" she glanced up at him,
eyes blazing. "Don't you humans realize what you are doing to the
world? All this pollution, all this waste you pour into your
home. You are killing the Earth."
She spoke about the earth as if it was her friend. His heart
ached, he knew what she said was true.
"No, Elvira, no!" The taste of her name was strange on her
tongue, like speaking a foreign language. "I have changed. You
have changed me. Believe me, Elvira, I will never destroy your
Her eyes softened at his plea, and leaning forward, she gazed
into his eyes.
The only thought in his mind was that he wanted to stay here
forever. He had found his soulmate.
"But… you cannot…" she had evidently read the emotion in his
eyes, and she choked upon the words. "You cannot stay?"
"Why?" His boldness startled him, he had always been shy and
"I think I know you, from a dream," she said, slowly, "Why should
you not stay?"
He looked straight into the eyes full of emotion. "You and I, we
can change this. I want others to know what we are doing to this
world that we live in. We can help with the damage, we can."
She stared at him, her breath coming fast. "Yes. We can."
Then, leaning in, she kissed him.