In a land long forgotten, with a time even more so, there was a young girl. The young girl loved to play in the woods. She would always look for unicorns, fairys, trolls, or spirts.
On one faithful day she was skipping though the forest gracfuly, look for any misshaped, or unusual creatures.
She stopped at a river that was deep inside the woods. Why am I here? Thought the young maiden. Fate, my dear child. Said a tiny high-pitched voice. This scared the young female and she ran home.
Momma! I heard a creature talk from the pond today! Said the little maiden.
You shouldn't lie darling. Said her mother sternly. B-but, I REALLY did see it. Pleaded the young girl.
Go to bed young lady! Demanded her mother. Yes ma'am. Replayed the little girl sadly.
She creeped up the stairs and fell asleep. The next morning the young girl sneaked out her room and went deep into the forest one more. She wondered until she fond the pond.
Hello? The Young maiden quivered. Yes my child? Replyed the voice from yesterday. What is it that you acquire? Questioned the mysterys voice.
W-who are y-you? The young girl asked. I am a pond spirt, I am here to look after the children from this village. Replayed the pond spirt. And I ask once more, how must I aid you? Asked the pond spirt once again.
Can I travel in time, and see the future! Questiond the little maiden excitedly. If that is your wish, then I shall grant it. With a snap of the little blue pond Sprit the young girl saw the future.
She opened her eyes and saw a horrid sight. The ponds were like that of tar, the sky was black with smoke, the sun no longer shone, all the plants were dead, and the pond spirt was gone.
P-pond s-spirt take m-me h-home please. Pleaded the little girl. But she was long lost. The young female saw one small, small little pond. Unlike the others this one was not dirty, nor like tar, nor gross. It was clean and beautiful.
Underneath a rock was a folded up peice of paper. Why what ever might this be? Pondered the little female. She gently picked up the rock and grabbed the note, before placing back down. She unfolded it and it read:
dear child, I have deceived you, for I am not a pond spirt, but a fairy. I gave you my last and only wish before I died. I can not take you back though and I am so sorry. Please forgive me my darling child.
Love, the pond Fairy
The young girl was stunned. She grasped the note with all her might and felt the hot salty tears stream her face. She closed her eyes and learned how to be long forgotten.
