WhatsBroknAlice
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The realization had come to her days before...maybe hours...maybe weeks. She had lain unmoving since she felt the last one in the forest had fallen. When she had felt its presence leave the enchanted place she had felt her heart crack apart in her chest. The little female creature had grown weak and weary and resentful of her long years passed and the years to come. Resentful of her inability to keep track of the time that had passed since she had been born to the planet through the touch of the unicorn's horn to the river she called her home.
She had felt the moment the forest had begun to tremble with rage and the weight of anxiety that remained the in flow of the water and the dance of the flowers in the breeze. No mortal animal dared approach her in her solitude though she felt them watching her and felt the desire many of them to console her in her grieving state.
Even when the trees whispered urgently of coming danger she remained motionless.
So there she lay, her bare form pressed against the rocks, skin shimmering in the sun.
The unicorn had warned her, so had the trees. There was evil in the forest where she lived. The only danger was no longer only the sexual predators of dwarf clans or giants the mystical beings were not alone . Man had long since found the enchanted place and begun twisting away its purity.
Still, she did not hide, the river nymph cared not for her fate consumed by the evil that had entered her precious sanctuary. Someone had slain the precious creature the thought alone was so overwhelming to her she could not find the will to move from where she lay now. What danger could the forest bring to her, she was dead inside she believed she could feel nothing ever again.
She had felt the moment the forest had begun to tremble with rage and the weight of anxiety that remained the in flow of the water and the dance of the flowers in the breeze. No mortal animal dared approach her in her solitude though she felt them watching her and felt the desire many of them to console her in her grieving state.
Even when the trees whispered urgently of coming danger she remained motionless.
So there she lay, her bare form pressed against the rocks, skin shimmering in the sun.
The unicorn had warned her, so had the trees. There was evil in the forest where she lived. The only danger was no longer only the sexual predators of dwarf clans or giants the mystical beings were not alone . Man had long since found the enchanted place and begun twisting away its purity.
Still, she did not hide, the river nymph cared not for her fate consumed by the evil that had entered her precious sanctuary. Someone had slain the precious creature the thought alone was so overwhelming to her she could not find the will to move from where she lay now. What danger could the forest bring to her, she was dead inside she believed she could feel nothing ever again.