Iridescent water flows within the wall of a cerulean, mosaic fountain. Jets of water shot out of the center of the three leveled structure, poured out of the side spouts, and into the pool below. It was a gorgeous design and was often praised for its beauty. Many couples would walk to the fountains shore, and together toss a penny in its depth. As tradition would have it, they all wish for never ending love. Little did anyone know, a water nymth lived in the basin. That’s why the fountain always granted the couple’s wish.
Since the glorious piece of art was an attraction, the water would be turned off every month for its monthly cleaning. One by one, the tiles would get polished and then it would be scooped of all the coins, for they will pay for the cleaning expenses. A cobble stone path was set down to make the fountain look inviting, as was, the plants to make it look alive. After all the construction, it truly looked divine.
The nymth didn’t like all the new flashy decorations or the shining tiles, but, what she hated the most was that, they took the coins. Those coins are what makes the wishes come true and if taken out of the water, the wish has no hope. The poor nymth had to watch as every little coin was drawn into a net and taken into the world above. She knew couple’s love lost its magic.
Soon people stopped coming to the fountain. Every couple who threw a coin in the fountain would, at first, be happy with their love. After a week or two, they would separate and despise one another. It once had a magical reputation but now, it’s a curse.
The fountain no longer got cleaned, for no more coins were found within it. The plants grew wild, and like a vine covered the outer walls. It wrapped around its base, covering all the mosaic tiles. Since the water pipes where turned off, fresh water never came, which made the water stagnate. The once, pure water soon became covered in algae. The green film was so thick on the pools wet tiles that the water, that showed, resembled black. The fountain lost its beauty and so did the nymth.
With no visitors, she became board and alone. Her spirit lost its will. She cursed God for banishing her, blaming him for her misfortune. Many nights she spent crying and singing. She singed about calling someone for help, for hope, but she never thought someone would answer.
“Hello? Anyone here? You shouldn’t be in this building. It could collapse any moment. If anything, you shouldn’t be around that old fountain. People say it’s cursed, you know! Please come out.”
The nymth stopped singing and started to cry. She knew the fountain was bad repair, but that could be fixed. Now the building surrounding the fountain was in ruin? The voice came back again.
“I’m sorry if I offended you but you must come out. It’s not safe.” It was soothing and sweet and somewhat inviting. Talking to a human could cost the little nymth her life, but since she is already on her death bed she softly whispered, “I can’t.”
“What?” Ovisiously the nymth spoke to soft. Moments past and repeated her statement again. Her sobs morphed the words, but not enough to make them un-understandable.
“I can’t.”
“Well why not?”
“Come closer to me and see.” Silence filled the room. The nymth wept harder.
“...I’m sorry I can’t. I am afraid of this place. I am getting married next week and if I go near the well, I may not have a husband anymore. If it is possible, can you come to me?”
“It isn’t cursed. It just lost its magic.” The nymth’s voice was sturdy plea.
“Magic? There is no such thing.” Present anger and past fury built up in the nymth’s body. Venting can be the way to ease her pain.
“Yes there is. Look at me! I am proof!” The nymth swam to the top of the fountain and pulled herself onto the fountains wall. Her long hair was drenched with mud and algae, then twisted, tangled, and matted. Her skin was a pale green and glistened with slim. The most memorizing feature was her eyes. They were a dazzling shade of purple, but they had no shine, no life.
“Do you see me now? If not, come closer. Look at me! I can’t leave the fountain—I am part of it!” She twisted her body to search for the mysterious voice. It was a young lady, a beautiful young lady. She was obviously in shock. Seeing a 4 inch woman is not common, and probably never heard of.
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