(VERS. ITA QUI)
He approached and with his head down he savored the waters. The fresh felt at the contact with that pure water reassured him. Glancing up he noticed a presence at the center of the water's basin. "Who’s there?" he screamed going back upright and clutching a sword fastened to the belt. Failing to see no one he thought of a bad joke of fatigue or the tree’s reflection on the surface. After a slight hesitation, he bent again on the water, drank a few sips and looked again. It was then that he noticed the silhouette of a girl who silently watched him immersed in the water. Caught by astonishment the warrior jumped back falling seated on the ground. He didn't know what to believe, the confusion took possession of his reason. The poor light prevented him from seeing if this was really happening. "Are you real or are you the result of my tiredness?" he said with a trembling voice. The girl grinned slightly but she didn’t answer, she stood still watching him intrigued. The warrior, still hesitating and with confused mind, stood up and went near her, this time trying not to speak with trembling voice "Please, show me your face. With the night's darkness I barely see you." The girl smiled again, turned and walked away slowly "sir you are tired, please rest” she said disappearing into the dark. The warrior, more confused than ever , looked down resigned and walking while thinking returned to his bed and laid down in front of the fire. He thought and rethought about that shape, that voice. "Was that a forest demon? Did I probably disturbed his dwelling? " a mild panic made him shiver. It was already night and despite fear and curiosity, soon he fell into deep sleep. The next day, opening his eyes, the warrior thought immediately about the meeting of the night before and running he went to the pond but he found no one there. Standing still staring at the water surface in search of the slightest movement, he sighed resignedly, "Did I dream, perhaps?". Yet that voice rang in his memory so clearly that the idea of a dream seemed even more absurd of the meeting itself.
He approached and with his head down he savored the waters. The fresh felt at the contact with that pure water reassured him. Glancing up he noticed a presence at the center of the water's basin. "Who’s there?" he screamed going back upright and clutching a sword fastened to the belt. Failing to see no one he thought of a bad joke of fatigue or the tree’s reflection on the surface. After a slight hesitation, he bent again on the water, drank a few sips and looked again. It was then that he noticed the silhouette of a girl who silently watched him immersed in the water. Caught by astonishment the warrior jumped back falling seated on the ground. He didn't know what to believe, the confusion took possession of his reason. The poor light prevented him from seeing if this was really happening. "Are you real or are you the result of my tiredness?" he said with a trembling voice. The girl grinned slightly but she didn’t answer, she stood still watching him intrigued. The warrior, still hesitating and with confused mind, stood up and went near her, this time trying not to speak with trembling voice "Please, show me your face. With the night's darkness I barely see you." The girl smiled again, turned and walked away slowly "sir you are tired, please rest” she said disappearing into the dark. The warrior, more confused than ever , looked down resigned and walking while thinking returned to his bed and laid down in front of the fire. He thought and rethought about that shape, that voice. "Was that a forest demon? Did I probably disturbed his dwelling? " a mild panic made him shiver. It was already night and despite fear and curiosity, soon he fell into deep sleep. The next day, opening his eyes, the warrior thought immediately about the meeting of the night before and running he went to the pond but he found no one there. Standing still staring at the water surface in search of the slightest movement, he sighed resignedly, "Did I dream, perhaps?". Yet that voice rang in his memory so clearly that the idea of a dream seemed even more absurd of the meeting itself.
(photo's credits to escume)
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