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Where am I?
Where is my home? My pond, my trees, the deer and trout and the vixen who makes her den in my banks? Where is my family? Where is my forest?
Where am I?!Panicked, the young nymph attempted to solidify her body, but her emotions were too volatile and the best she could manage was a watery version of her flesh form, fading into pure water at her knees, and her eyes were untempered flame.
Lula gasped as she managed to pull herself from the rush of the water that coaxed her to follow along, to just let go and allow the current to pull her where it would. But she couldn't, it wasn't
her current,
her river.
What had happened? How had she gotten here?
Her memories were vague and fuzzy at the edges. Someone had come to her forest, her pond. Someone looking for something... Looking for her? She couldn't remember. But- but she remembered being dragged from her pond, and a sickly sweet smell suffocating her nose and mouth, then-
The animals. The deer and birds and foxes and squirrels, rabbits and wolves and even the great bear who tread her territory, they had all come to fight, to protect her. She remembered screaming as she begged the invaders not to hurt her forest, then-
Trapped, cold and dark and cut off from fire or water, gasping for life. Begging, screaming, the ember at her core flickering into an inferno, the rush of the river as she fell, then-
Nothing.
Her breath shuddered out in a long sigh and Lula dragged herself further up onto the bank, drawing her knees up into her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs- at least she had control of her flesh form again. She looked around, saw the grass and the flowers and the trees...but none of it was right. None of it was home.
What was she supposed to do now?
