Alma
heard the sound of the water. She wanted to find out where did the wash was
coming from. She looked around her and saw nobody else. Not giving any more
other thoughts about it, she started walking straight towards the sound of
water and it didn’t take too long to her to find out the small river. The
stream wasn’t very strong and it wasn’t the river that gave the sound of wash.
But the trees around the small river were beautiful and old.
Alma
walked along the river and enjoyed watching it’s clear surface. Humans
pollutions and garbage hasn’t yet destroyed the small river and the girl
thought it was a miracle. So rear places had been saved from humans. The wash
came louder and louder and when she looked around next time, she didn’t believe
her eyes.
There
were a small, very old mill. The dark brown houses were left there at the mercy
of the weather. She left the river and went to take a closer look to the
buildings. The mill was standing right above the river and behind it was the
waterfall. It had made the sound. Alma ran to the cliff and looked down. She
sighed, it was beautiful.
But
something wasn’t right. That wasn’t the
only sound. She turned around and started walking, slowly. And there it was,
other waterfall. She stood there, astonished. How did this happen? She turned
around, fast and started running again. She passed the mill and found almost an
overgrown path to down the hill. She fell couple of times, but that didn’t slow
her. Her knees were bleeding and small blood drop trail followed her like a red
pearl string.
Once she
found the beach, where she could see the both falls she stopped, puffing. She
was amazed how beautiful they look. And then, when she had stood there a long
time, she took a step. She felt the water fondle her toes. She took another
step.
No.
It was
weird, the sound seemed to be worried about something, she thought. And kept
walking. The water was soon over her knees.
No.
There it
was again, that weird worried sound. What’s the problem, sound? Why are you
worried? But the sound didn’t answer. Alma kept going, deeper and deeper.
No… Don’t go.
The
sound was weak, Alma barely heard it anymore. The water was already to her
neck, when she stopped. Alma seemed to realize something and that second she
looked absolutely terrified. Then she was pulled underwater. She didn’t have
time to fight it back, she was gone.
A small
fairy sat on the leaf of the small tree that grows in the shore. It shaked its
head sadly and watched when soon a blue water nymph raised from the water,
sniggering. She grinned, showing her sharp teeth and looked straight at the
fairy.
“There’s
no use your weak protests. They are always coming to me.” Nymph mocked the
fairy and dived back to the water. Soon, the song started again. It sounded
like wash but was much more magical.
“I can
always try” the fairy murmured and threw a small rock into the water.
I'm full of words, but I have never said they'd be anything classy.
-Källi-