Splinterlands Fantasy Story and Music Contest // Week 13 --- A beautiful tale of Lyanna Natura, chapter 2 --- The Valley of the Nymphs

In the chalice in the middle of the lake is Lyanna, in search of where the human would be, she is convinced that she has to eliminate it as soon as possible

The tips of your fingers touch the crystal clear water.

Show me the one who torments the peace of the forest. he murmured, running his hand over the water, barely touching it.

But nothing appeared.

She is puzzled, and tries again.

"Show me the one who torments the peace of the forest." And nothing again.

The sky darkened a storm formed on the lake, lightning is shot in the water and begins to get turbulent.

"Show me the one who torments the peace of the forest," he shouted.

The animals begin to run and some fly in fear of the storm.

The winds were overwhelming.

One thing that can be seen in the huge chalice, was her own reflection, the reflection of a fairy with furious eyes, that was not the Sairia the forest knew, and then she touched herself.

I? He murmured

She looked around and noticed the storm, everything seemed to be forming according to her feelings this power of Lyanna she did not control. And then the tears fell together with the clouds unloaded an intense rain began, with lightning and strong winds.

She fluttered her tree and sat down, knees bent and face sunk in her arms, tormented by her feelings.

And a memory crossed his vision. -

She had the appearance of a five-year-old, with short hair and a ringed white dress, was decorating her tree house by placing a picture painted with the fruit groove.

Hanging their little plants and the birds flying around singing.

It had only been a few hours since she had become the forest fairy.

She flipped her wings to an unknown part of the forest, she had been ordered not to go there, but guess who was yards away? The place was surrounded by flowers a colorful paradise, everything there was more beautiful, she came across a huge waterfall with naked women with loose hair that marinated in the river.

It cooled and talked, many laughed, others lay in the open eating fruit.

"Hello, Young Women," he said tenderly.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at that little child.

A woman with red hair different from all dressed in a huge white dress that left one of the arms diagonal cut samples.

"The new forest fairy, what a great visit," he said, smiling and approaching.

Thank you Nymph -

The little birds that were next to Sairia began to pull her by the hair as the woman approached, when she was too close they went flying.

-This place is so beautiful. -

Welcome to the singing of the nymphs of the south-

"Nymphs of the South," he repeated in a tone of fear.

All the women rose and began to form a circle around Sairia.

"Sorry, but I have to go." He said awkwardly.

"We can not afford it." She paused. "Not showing you the place." He smiled.

The woman touched Lyanna in the arm to take her but at that moment she had the worst pains of all, her beautiful skin became dry and malnourished seemed to have aged all her life in seconds, gradually ran out of strength and got down on her knees before Lyanna while the other nymphs turned away -

"Then this is the face of your soul," Lyannasaid, approaching.

You know what I learned from the Santa tree? Make no mistake about appearances, you should go there more often.

-I was curious with the nymphs on this side, say the heart was plucked and replaced by human sins.-

• Do not feel superior child all surrender to human pleasures at one time or another and a vicious cycle -

"I can not surrender to something dead. He said with an innocent smile, his eyes brightened at this moment.

It seems that the holy tree is poisoning the souls of the fairies since small -

She took a branch on the ground, and from then on she and that branch never parted.

"But I can not totally criticize humans. -

-The fact that they are weak make them strong, because they adapt the beasts and overcome the cycle -

And that twig became a sword a mighty steel that shone all around.

"And they're great at guns,

"I've been complaining about you all the time, all the predecessor fairies have reported the shame that makes us go, but none of them has been able to stop this shame -

She looked at all the nymphs around and one took the initiative.

The nymph's hands flashed a green light and roots sprang up from the ground and formed sharp tips and headed toward Lyanna, who just raised her hand and at that moment the roots stopped in the air and returned to the earth.

"I am the last voice," he said with his hair to the winds.

And his hand closed with his delicate little fingers.

The ground shuddered and formed sharp rocks that sprouted from the ground piercing the bodies of the nymphs all the time blood flowing all over the garden splashing in the flowers.

"The nymphs who yielded to human sins are no longer welcome in this forest -

The leading Nymph with malnourished skin murmured with a scowl smile.

"You will surrender to a human."

And then the sword pierced her throat and cut her off-

Lyanna awoke from the memory, which was not good, for this side of her was asleep through time, and the evil of the forest thus exterminated gave only room for good things.

"You will surrender to a human," he murmured.

Those words made her shiver.