Free Blue Nymph: An Adult Fantasy Romance Tale by Eden Redd

The Blue Nymph
     
    Shafts of sunlight penetrated the gloomy forest morning. Golden bars of warmth brought out deep browns and greens as the forest stirred from its long night. Animals emerged from their dens and the misty morning faded as the beginning to the day brought new breath to a new day.
    A pond woke with fish jumping to catch meaty insects. Dragonflies hovered at the edges among tall reeds to capture small prey attempting to take flight. The buzzing was added to the symphony of birds chirping and gentle trickles of animals coming to the pond to drink. Despite the morning glow and songs of the forest, a gentle calm blanketed the area like a silky blanket on a cool day.
    Ripples appeared at the edge of the nearly still pond. Something blue broke the surface, followed by oval eyes, a little nose and full lips. Casually rising from her sleep, Ilara let out a yawn as the rest of her body emerged from her private pond and home. Water dripped down her smooth nude body as her arms went up and stretched. Yellow light bathed her body in warmth as she stepped to the water’s edge, turned and sat down. A dragonfly landed on her shoulder, iridescent blues and greens running along its segmented body. Wings buzzed as the insect began drinking a drop of water off of Ilara’s shoulder.
    “Good morning little one, how are we today?” The nymph smiled.
    The dragonfly turned, buzzed a little song and flew off.
    “Enjoy the rest of your day.” Ilara beamed.
    Stretching again, the nymph let out a longer yawn and then let her hands fall behind her. Propping herself up, she gazed at the magnificent morning as nature continued her morning dance. The calm seeped into her muscles and bones and she sighed her approval. It was these mornings where the nymph thought it could go on forever and she wouldn’t mind.
    Standing up, the nymph began her morning routine. Walking, she stepped into the forest at the pond’s edge and went about looking for food and maybe some pretty leaves for her cave. The current ones had started to decay so she would need some new ones to brighten it up. A thought curled around her mind and her eyes grew wider. Maybe she would find some flowers blooming? Wouldn’t that be a treat for her hair and mossy bed.
    With renewed vigor, the nymph skipped into the forest to find pretty treasures for her underwater home. Deep green moss covered trees as she moved further into the shadowy forest. There wasn’t much light so a coolness greeted her exposed skin. The nymph carried on, eyes drinking in her home away from home. Birds chirped high in the trees but as Ilara moved further in, they directed their song to her. Humming, the nymph returned their song and birds chirped and danced on thin little branches.
    Pointed ears took in sounds and song. The ground underneath her bare feet was firm and cool to her toes. Stepping onto thick tree roots, she jumped from one to the other, playing her little game of root hopping. It was a standard morning ritual and one she would likely never forget.
    The trees let out quiet happy sighs as Ilara greeted them with a pat of her delicate hands. They swayed to the gentle breeze, leaves and branches rustling their contentment. The glorious morning continued with a happy smile on the nymph as she hopped off a thick root and back on firm soil.
    As suddenly as she touched the ground, the forest became silent. The nymph froze in her tracks, ears poking through blue hair, listening for any sound. The forest became as quiet as a tomb. An unnerving shiver ran up and down the nymph’s spine as she became as rigid as one of her tree friends.
    The snap of a twig echoed through the trees.
    Ilara turned and sprinted back the way she came. Moving with lightning speed, she darted and jumped over tree roots for her pond. The forest became a blur at the corner of her eyes. A painful memory struck her mind and heart as she burst from the trees and jumped. Midair, she could feel the scar on her shoulder