River flows in you

Sun was shining and birds were chirping, as a little girl made her way over the field through knee high long grass. The wind was playing with her curls, and her rose embroidered dress decorating her delicate complexion, swaying from side to side.


1. In too deep

In too deep - oneshot



Sun was shining and birds were chirping, as a little girl made her way over the field through knee high long grass. The wind was playing with her curls, and her rose embroidered dress decorating her delicate complexion, swaying from side to side. Emerald eyes were gleaming in the morning light, and pearly white teeth on display in the biggest grin her small face could muster. She made her way over hills, through a flower meadow, and into a small forest, before her steps finally came to a halt before a little river. She had been there before, and many times at that, but nothing could compare to this morning, with purple and pink colored clouds adorning the sky above. The river looked especially peaceful today, as it chortled away on stones underneath. The fishes also looked immensely prettier than they had they day before, and little did she realize the water had further risen. And as curios and courageous as a 7-year old girl now and then is, small shoeless feet made their way closer to the water line, and over a couple of stones. She got so close, that if she wanted she could dip a hand in and touch the scales of the fishes, and so she did, compulsive as she was. She went only one step further, but as unluckily as one can be the stone she stepped on was wet, and slippery at that. Arms very flaring around in the mere seconds it took her feet to loose footing, before water engulfed her tiny body without mercy, as she fought to keep her head over water. She was crying for help, not being able to swim, and even though she knew there was no one around to help, she kept begging, yelling for anyone, anything to rescue her, as her head once again duked under. She didn’t want to give up, and she kept that in mind, even as the water lifted her further down the river, and even as waves smashed against her pale little face. And suddenly, just as she was about to give up, the unthinkable happened; a pair of arms took her into an embrace, held her carefully and closely, as he, the person, helped her onto fast ground again. However he himself stayed in the sea, even as the girl coughed up water on the stones, slowly standing up straight, albeit a little clumsily, and that’s when she took in the sight before her; A young man with crystal blue eyes, and shiny blond hair, beautifully contoured face, and gleaming skin, as the sun shone on. He was absolutely breathtaking, and the girls’ eyes went wide at the handsome creature.

W-who are you?” the girl asks, stuttering ever so lightly as her eyes inspected the other.

“I’m a water fairy, the emperor of the seven seas and all water adorning the earth,” the young man, the fairy, answered, body looking absolutely majestic, and the 7 year old girl the girl was, she didn’t find it hard to believe something as imaginative as that, and perhaps she might have seemed a little naïve as she once again spoke; “But you don’t have any wings?” with curiosity evident in her eyes.

“No, but I did. Once upon a time I did,” the fairy answered truthfully, awaiting the little girls reaction, and was thrown a frown. He continued to look at her expectantly, fully well knowing, that the girl was observing his every move.

“Were you cursed by an evil witch?” the little girl finally questioned, continuing to frown, but now with a hint of worry in her eyes.

“I guess you could say that, but it was my own fault,” the fairy answered, chuckling at the serious face the girl was wearing, but the girl’ frown didn’t disappear as she once again opposed a question; “Why? What did you do?” There was a small pause before the fairy opened his mouth again.

“I fell in love.” It was short, and they were looking each other in the eyes, and the little girl couldn’t help but feel sad. The way he said those words, with so much emotion - he didn’t look regretful, but his eyes looked oh so sad, that for a moment, the little girl felt like she was portraying his feelings, because she as well felt an unknown longing.

“B-but what’s wrong with that?” she eventually asks, looking intently at the fairy, and notices how his eyes began to tear up, and she didn’t know why she at that, felt like her heart got stabbed. For a long time the fairy didn’t answer - and the girl could hear her own heartbeat pumping in her ears as she waited.

“She was human,” the fairy says, looking away from her, and suddenly the girl felt dejected.

“Oh-” she gulps.

“But I don’t regret it,” the fairy continued, cutting her off, “the only thing I regret is making her pay for it as well.”

“W-what happened to the girl then? Is she okay?” When the fairy didn’t answer, but merely smiled bitterly at her, the little girl shifted on her feet. The fairy looked at her for a long time, almost as if were he searching for something, something the girl couldn’t return or didn’t know how to.

“She’s fine.” She didn’t know why she felt depressed, but she certainly did, and she might not have known what that feeling meant yet, but had she known the word, she would. She decided to sit down on the stones, as to get closer to the other, before speaking again.

“I- I want to help you,” the girl said, looking at the fairy for a reaction. “Since you rescued me, I owe you a favor, right?” she finishes, trying her best to send a cheery smile, with nothing in mind but the want to make the fairy happy, and happy she does, or so she think, because at the moment the fairy smiles back, grateful, but with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you,” the fairy says, smiling with all his heart, as he takes her hand into his. It was wet and cold, but yet so comfortable. “But I don’t think you can help me, I’m sorry.”

“Of course I can,” the little girl grins, reassuringly. “I can do anything,” she answers bravely.

“Of course you can,” the fairy starts, with a knowing smile gracing his beautiful lips, “but the thing is, my dear, that this girl, she lives with the witch.”

“Does the witch keep her trapped?”

“Not really…” the fairy answers, and seems to be thinking for a moment. “The girl is her daughter now. The ‘witch’ always wanted a daughter, and so, that was how she made her pay.”

“That’s terrible!” the girl exclaims with heavy accent. “Can’t we rescue her?!” The fairy almost wanted to cry in agony at that, at the irony of that, but ends up forcing a smile for the little girl.

“We can’t” he says, and the girl frowns yet another time. “I’m violating a rule already,” he continues slowly letting go of her hand, but the girl holds onto them

“But what can I do for you then? I still owe you a favor,” the girl says worriedly, holding the fairy’s hands close.

“There’s only favor I need, a promise,” the fairy begin, with a sad smile, carefully stroking the girls hand. “And that is, that you won’t ever tell anyone you spoke with me, or even saw me. You don’t know me, okay?” he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“I promise!” the girl nods, smiling brightly.

“Good,” the fairy answered, returning the smile with a graceful one of his own; “you should go home now, your mom might get worried if you don’t,” he says, choosing his words carefully to the little girl, who hadn’t stopped being all ears.

“Okay,” she said. “But only if you promise me something too,” the girl smiles.

“And what might that be?” the fairy asked, slightly amused, at her serious tone of voice, as they looked at each other.

“Be here tomorrow, when I come again,” she states seriously, and the fairy nods; “I will”, and not before then does she rise from her seating position in the stones.

“Don’t break your promise, okay?” the girl reminds him for the last time.

“I won’t,” the fairy smiles, reassuring, and he doesn’t let that smile falter, before the girl has turned around and got off the stones, to the blanket of green grass.


The little girl was singing all the way home and that day she went home,  feeling more delighted than ever before, but what she didn’t know was that she left the fairy grieving, grieving as much as a wingless fairy now and then can, thinking about the past and what if’s. And the girl obviously didn’t even know though, and yet she felt a pang in her chest, as she opened the door to her house, and sees her mother standing by the kitchen counter. She hadn’t realized a thing, as young as she was, but next day when she went to the river, despite not telling anyone, the fairy wasn’t there, and he didn’t come either even after hour’s tickled by, not even as she fell asleep on the grass by the river, dried tears adorning her red little cheeks.



“You go out to play quite a lot, Honey”

“Yes, I- I like playing with the flowers in the meadows”

“Oh” She turned around to look at her daughter.


“Your clothes are wet.” It wasn’t a question, but more like a statement.

“It’s… sweat. It was very hot outside.”

“Oh, you didn’t perhaps go to the river, did you? Because, you know, I have told you it’s dangerous. You could stumble and fall.”

“I didn’t,” the girl answered, trying her hardest to curve her lips in a reliable smile. The latter eyed her for a moment, before turning her back on her again.

“Go up and change your clothes.”



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