maanantai 5. elokuuta 2013

Komulanköngäs

It's been busy summer. But here's the newest story. The place is called Komulanköngäs and it's in Kainuu.




Alma heard the sound of the water. She wanted to find out where did the wash was coming from. She looked around her and saw nobody else. Not giving any more other thoughts about it, she started walking straight towards the sound of water and it didn’t take too long to her to find out the small river. The stream wasn’t very strong and it wasn’t the river that gave the sound of wash. But the trees around the small river were beautiful and old.

Alma walked along the river and enjoyed watching it’s clear surface. Humans pollutions and garbage hasn’t yet destroyed the small river and the girl thought it was a miracle. So rear places had been saved from humans. The wash came louder and louder and when she looked around next time, she didn’t believe her eyes.






There were a small, very old mill. The dark brown houses were left there at the mercy of the weather. She left the river and went to take a closer look to the buildings. The mill was standing right above the river and behind it was the waterfall. It had made the sound. Alma ran to the cliff and looked down. She sighed, it was beautiful.

But something wasn’t right.  That wasn’t the only sound. She turned around and started walking, slowly. And there it was, other waterfall. She stood there, astonished. How did this happen? She turned around, fast and started running again. She passed the mill and found almost an overgrown path to down the hill. She fell couple of times, but that didn’t slow her. Her knees were bleeding and small blood drop trail followed her like a red pearl string.

Once she found the beach, where she could see the both falls she stopped, puffing. She was amazed how beautiful they look. And then, when she had stood there a long time, she took a step. She felt the water fondle her toes. She took another step.





No.

It was weird, the sound seemed to be worried about something, she thought. And kept walking. The water was soon over her knees.

No.

There it was again, that weird worried sound. What’s the problem, sound? Why are you worried? But the sound didn’t answer. Alma kept going, deeper and deeper.

No… Don’t go.






The sound was weak, Alma barely heard it anymore. The water was already to her neck, when she stopped. Alma seemed to realize something and that second she looked absolutely terrified. Then she was pulled underwater. She didn’t have time to fight it back, she was gone.

A small fairy sat on the leaf of the small tree that grows in the shore. It shaked its head sadly and watched when soon a blue water nymph raised from the water, sniggering. She grinned, showing her sharp teeth and looked straight at the fairy.
“There’s no use your weak protests. They are always coming to me.” Nymph mocked the fairy and dived back to the water. Soon, the song started again. It sounded like wash but was much more magical.
“I can always try” the fairy murmured and threw a small rock into the water. 








 I'm full of words, but I have never said they'd be anything classy.
-Källi-

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