Whisper of the Myth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is for HollyJaye's Fantasy Femmes Challenge.

Sienna, a water spirit, has found a baby dragon. What is it that brings the dragon here?

All right, I know this isn't really interesting, but any comments are appreciated^-^

Hope you enjoy!

Submitted: April 22, 2010

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The water was so cool today. It usually was, but somehow today I felt a magical sparkle to it. I was never able to tell the difference when I slept, but I could when I was awake. The river flowed swiftly along, and I flowed along with it. The canopy of leaves above me looked like sparkling pieces of jade, and the birds chirped as they flew above me, each with their own unique song.
I felt so happy today. The water was cool, birds were singing, the weather was perfect. I laughed, and the fish swimming alongside me moved closer. The whole forest felt serene and magical, as though it was full of mysterious secrets.
It was full of secrets. But not in the way most people expected it to be. Perhaps only the creatures of the forest like the animals and myself could understand it. We had an unbreakable connection with the forest, with nature. After all, we were part of it.
I stopped swimming abruptly. I felt something strange. I stood up.
The water reached my thighs, and I stood up. The rays of the sunlight shone on my skin, making it sparkle as it always did whenever sunlight was close. It made me look less human than I already did. I had long, bluish-white hair and pair of delicate horns on top of my head, and my eyes were as blue as my hair. Add to the glittering skin I had, it marked me for who I am: a water spirit.
I was dressed in a short dress that was made of a material that wasn’t cloth, but more like a water-woven dress. I smiled slightly at how cool the slight breeze made me feel.
The strange feeling I had was still there. I wondered exactly what it was. Was it dangerous? It didn’t feel like it. I felt that I had to find out.
I walked with my feet bare on the forest ground, following my instincts. Soon I had reached a tall willow, but by then the strange feeling had disappeared.
It was somewhere near the water. But what?
I went back to the river, and by then I was beginning to become rather dry. Hurriedly I jumped into the water, creating a slight splash.
Something nipped at my finger.
“Eeeee!” I said in a brief panic. I lifted the bitten hand.
Something was clinging to it with its teeth. It was a water dragon. It was the same color as my hair! I hoped my long translucent fingernails had not scratched it. I placed it gingerly on my palm.
Upon closer inspection I could see that the dragon was only a baby. Yes, it was small.
What was it doing here?
I am here because the water is fresh, my friend.
Fresh water? I said it aloud. The baby dragon could communicate with me. “Why? Are the waters elsewhere not clean?”
It is foul, my friend. It is polluted and I cannot breathe. I had no choice but to seek better places to reside in. I hope you understand.
“Hmm,” I said. “Do you have a name?”
The dragon seemed to think. Emeria. My name is Emeria. And you? Do you have a name?
I smiled at the dragon. “Yes, I do. I am Sienna.”
Well, then, Sienna, I suppose you and I are both at peace with nature, unlike the humans who seek to twist it to their own desire. They are destroying their own home.
The dragon, Emeria, was feeling sad for her home. I didn’t quite know what to make of it. I waited for her next words patiently. This dragon, so small that it fit on my palm, was far wiser than I had expected her to be.
Live with us.
It was a mere whisper of the wind, but we both heard it, and I shivered slightly as a slight breeze blew.
The wind itself wanted the dragon to live with us, thus I had no say in this. Besides, I wanted Emeria to live, too.
The forests belonged to nature, yet we, the creatures of the forest,  had to live in hiding, in fear that the humans would destroy our home. I smiled at Emeria. “Welcome, young dragon. Welcome to the forest.”
I think it is best if we protect ourselves. We were a small race, and soon, we would be extinct.
After all, we are the whisper of the myth.


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