This is from my short stories book.
As you waked into the woods, you would always fail to hear the delicate music coming from a violin.
You would yet always fail to see a girl, with blonde hair, a flowered dress, sitting on the rocks, strumming away beautifully on her violin.
She won't be seen by the regular human eyes, but those who are different will see her.
They will see how she sits on the rocks every day, playing her violin, hoping to escape.
Waiting and waiting and waiting.
For someone to save her, to free her from her prison, but no one came to her aid.
She stayed there playing and playing, forever under a spell.
Eventually as time passes on, she still plays in that exact same spot, forever strumming away on her violin, forever sitting on the rocks, forever in the stream, forever in the woods.
Forever under a spell.
