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Satyr Savior - Survivor00 & Cheshire Pup

Survivor00

Survivor00

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Jan 9, 2009
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A cardboard box on the side of the road. But it's
Jaro Asren walked through the woods that covered nearly half of his property, land that he had inherited from his parents when they passed on. When he was younger, his parents forbade him from traveling into the woods, and he wanted to know just what they had been so worried over. So far, nothing had seemed amiss or dangerous. The woods were in fact, quite a tranquil place. He couldnâ??t believe they had kept him away from here all these years. The practice he could have had! In the pouch he carried with him was some paper and a few sticks of charcoal. An artist by choice instead of trade, he did charcoal drawings and sold them, hoping to save up enough to buy the marvelous paints, a medium he had yet to experience.

He reached two small streams that flowed through the woods, crystal clear water allowing him to see all the way to the bottom. He crouched down and cupped his hands into the water, lifting them to his lips to drink. It was crisp and cool, and instantly refreshing. He wiped his lips, looking around for a way to cross the streams. â??Thereâ??s probably a place downstream I can crossâ?¦â? He said to himself, turning to follow the bank. As he walked, he noticed something strange in the distance, a strange ivory white that was out of place with the greens and browns of the forest. His pace increased as he tried to see just what lay beyond.

â??By the Godsâ?¦â? He muttered as he saw the ruins of an ancient shrine gracing the forest. Despite looking like they had been around for hundreds of years, they were strangely clean of growthâ?¦ A faint, melodious giggle tickled his eardrums, and he looked around, trying to find where it had come from. â??Hello?â? He called, walking around the shrine, hearing the faint giggles again. â??Is anyone there?â?
 
The Giggles sounded again and when he got close enough seven beautiful woman would come into view, they were laughing and playing and naked but seemed not to mind it. They were so beautiful, more beautiful then anything the man had ever seen. The women stopped and looked up at him, then they smiled and giggled. â??Come here stranger.â? They called, â??Like what you see stranger?â? they asked, their voice was entrancing. So beautiful, voice and body, it was impossibly for him to stop his feet and then they giggled again.

The woman left the water and they approached him, their beauty in full sight, the moved around him, teasing him with his desire for them. They put their hands on his shoulders and began to lead him to the water, talking and flirting and giggling. They were beautiful and magical. They were nymphs but he wouldnâ??t find that out until it was too late. Far too late. â??Come in, come in.â? they cooed, â??Come swimming stranger.â? They called as they lead him towards the water, just when he was about to be pulled in a loud noise came from the forest and a creature jumped out.

â??Iâ??ve got you now!â? the creature called and it ran at the nymphs, they scattered and screamed and called for help. â??Kill the monster!â? they cried, hoping the man might be able to stop it. She was on the heals of one when another one tripped her. Her horn went straight into the ground and the girls laughed and pointed at her, mocking her attempt. When she finally did pull herself free they all screamed and jumped into the water and vanished but their laughter could still be heard. The creature kicked dirt into the clear water with its hooves until. The laughter died down.

After that she tossed a rock into the water and finally her attention was turned back to the guy. â??What the hell George?! First you stop meeting me then you go to see them nymphs instead. You know they will kill you.â? She said then she approached him and she stopped dead in her tracks. â??You... arenâ??t George...â? she told him. She looked him over curiously and cautiously.

The woman that had saved him was covered in honey colored fur with a few spots of a very dull tan. She had honey blonde hair and blue eyes liked that of the water she had chased the Nymphs into. She had cloven hooves instead of feet and a horseâ??s tail that dangled almost all the way to the ground. She had on a pair of shorts that were held up by rope and a short that looked as if the sleeves had been ripped off. Both were dirty and ratty, most likely the only clothing that she had. She looked at him then looked at the ground and whipped some dirt from the unicorn like horn she had.

â??Run along! Git!â? she said to the man, â??Georgeâ??ll come out here with a shot gun if you donâ??t leave soon or next time Iâ??ll let those nymphs drown you.â? She threatened. George had not been back in a while so she had taken to protecting his land like she knew he would want her too.
 
Jaro found himself entranced by the beauty of the women, his mind enthralled, ensnared. His feet moved on their own, closer and closer to the women, as they circled him, caressed him, giggling, leading him towards the waterâ??s edge. He couldnâ??t have stopped himself even if he wanted to, hypnotized by their seductive, giggling voices, and bodies unlike anything he had witnessed before in his lifeâ?¦ His bag slipped from his arm and fell to the ground, and he was in the process of shuffling off his coat when there was a loud sound from the surrounding wood that broke him from his trance.

He jerked, looking at the source of the noise as it burst from the underbrush, charging the women that held him. They let go, shouting at him to kill her, but he was suddenly confused, trying to understand what was going on. He watched the furred shape lunge at one of the screaming woman, only to be tripped and hit the ground, the horn on her head getting stuck. He stood there, dumbfounded at the sight, watching the strange women seemingly disappear as they leapt into the water, even though he could still hear their giggles.

The strange, satyr-like woman approached him, shouting at him a name that wasnâ??t his. It wasnâ??t until his confused expression and her proximity closed that she realized that he wasnâ??t who she thought he was. â??George? Likeâ?¦Grandfather George?â? He asked her, looking over her strange form. She looked much like a satyr, although less like a goatâ?¦she almost looked like a unicorn that had stood up. She...she must have been many years old, from the way she spoke about his grandfather, but she seemed so young in looks. Time had been very kind to her.

â??George is deadâ?¦â? He told her solemnly. â??He died a long time ago. Iâ??m his grandson, Jaro.â? Jaro spoke to her, placing his hand on his chest. â??Heâ??s been dead since I was a kidâ?¦â? He said to the satyr-girl as she wiped the dirt from the ivory horn that crowned her forehead. He shook his head, looking at her. "And who are you?" He asked with confusion, having never even heard of anything like her outside of fairy tales. "What are you, at that?"

But he paused after a moment and nodded, "Thank you...for saving my life, though."
 
She looked at him shocked when he said that George was dead and after a few seconds she angrily kicked the dirt. â??Bastard!â? she cursed, â??He went off and died just like they always do. And you, you have to leave.â? She said angrily to the boy, she picked up his bag and tossed it at him. Then she grabbed his arm and she began to yank him away from the ruins. â??Didnâ??t George warn you to stay outta here? You canâ??t be safe by the water without a satyr to chase off the nymphs.â? She told him as she pulled him from the waters and until the ruins could not be seem

â??My name is Sacha,â? she told him, â??and I am a satyr. A Greek Satyr.â? She said with a flick of her tail, Greek satyrs had more horselike qualities. â??I was your grandfatherâ??s guide through his own land.â? She told him, she kicked the dirt again, â??I kept him safe from the creatures that reside here and he allowed them, to stay. I could have kept him safe from his end but he wouldnâ??t let me.â? She said, clearly upset about his death.

â??If you have any brains in that head of yours then you should have known not to enter here without a satyr, the only reason you ever made it out of here was because I was leading you.â? She said and he would look and, as if like magic, they would be standing on the edge of the forest. She pushed him out of it but didnâ??t leave. â??I donâ??t leave the forest.â? She explained to him. â??Now, if you want to enter and to live then you will have to make me come to the edge of the forest. To do that bring some fish to the edge of the forest and make a small fire and roast them.â? She pointed to a small pt that looked like it had been used a few times before. No doubt it was how his grandfather had summoned her. â??Farewell Jaco.â? She said with a bow before disappearing into the trees.

In all honesty the fish did nothing but allow her to smell food and she was the only thing that dared to get close enough to the edge of the forest to investigate, the nymphs kept her from having any fish and since it was the only meat she could eat she was forced to eat other things. Sacha just happened to love fish which gave the nymphs all the more pleasure to keep it from her. When she smelled the cooking fish she would come so she called it the way to summon her, she had no doubt that the boy would be curious, hopefully he was smart enough to come back with fish instead of empty handed.
 
He could see her look of shock when he informed her of his grandfatherâ??s passing, fumbling for his bag when the Satyr tossed it at him. Then it was his turn to look shocked when she suddenly had grabbed his arm and practically began dragging him away from the ruins. â??No. He didnâ??t tell me. He died before I was old enough to understand. My parents never let me come back here, they just never told me why.â? He explained to her even as she pulled him farther away. â??They must have never told you that he died eitherâ?¦â?

He tried to keep up with all of the information as she dragged him out of sight of those captivating ruins, and the crystalline streams. So she was a Satyr, it seemed. â??Sachaâ? He said to himself. â??What was my grandfather doing back here anyway?â? He asked, before jumping a little as he found himself at the edge of the forest again. They had only been walking for a few minutes, and yet it had taken him nearly three times as long to get there. He stumbled as she pushed him into the field â?? she sure was as stubborn as a goat.

â??Wait! Why donâ??t you leave the forest?â? He called as she disappeared into the trees, her form soon getting lost among the branches and bushes. He blinked a few times, about to take a step after her, but if she was to be believed, it would be best if he had her as a guide, or even draw her to the edge to talkâ?¦ He shook his head and turned back to the house, going to see if they had any fish.
 
Sacha was in the forest yelling at the nymphs, the continued to mock her and they even threw mud at her, she growled at them and they taunted her, trying top get her to come into the water after them but she was never that stupid, that spelled death to the satyr, instead she would go to a brook much to shallow for the nymphâ??s liking. Once she had cleaned off her body and clothing from the mud a scent hit her nose. Fish. Cooking fish. She smiled and not long after the fish had begun being cooked as she at the edge of the forest. She looked out and saw the boy but it was not the boy she had her eyes trained on. It was the fish.

â??Wanted me back so soon?â? she said with a smile, watching the fish hungrily. â??How nice.â? She said with a smile. â??Now, in trade for that fish you have there I will escort you safely through the forest or to where ever inside you wish to go.â? She told him as she watched the fish. She was very tempted to snatch it up but it was about a food beyond where she would let herself go so she would wait for the deal to be accepted and the fish to be offered to her.
 
Jaro had returned to the house and taken some wrapped fish, carrying it back to the fields. He impaled the fish on some spits, building a small fire in the fire pit. Cooking the fish, he waited for Sacha to show up again, keeping his eyes on the edge of the forest. He sat on a log with his paper and charcoal sticks, drawing the forest as he waited. Every time he heard the bushes rustle, he looked, expecting to see the Satyr, turning the fish every now and then to keep it cooking.

When she finally arrived, he shook his head. "I don't want to go anywhere." He said, "I don't even know what's in there to see. I just want to talk." He pulled the fish from the spits and set them on a cloth to cool. "You're welcome to sit down, you know."
 
The girl looked at him confused then she smiled. â??I said that I do not leave the forest.â? She told him as she sat on the edge of the forest. â??Thank you for the invite. May I have a fish?â? she asked him, she wanted it so bad, she had no been able to have any since the old man had stopped coming and it made her very sad. At time she even waited on the edge to catch a glimpse of him but she didnâ??t have any luck. â??What is it you wanted to talk about?â? she asked him, waiting for a fish to be handed to her.
 
Jaro looked at her, and then to the fish, before standing from the log and bringing over the piece of fabric, setting it down before her. He dragged over a smaller log to sit on, sitting across from her to look at her. He was silent, watching her as he tried to put his thoughts together, about what to ask, what to say. "What did my grandfather do back here?" He asked her, deciding that would be the best thing to start off with. The Satyr probably knew more about his grandfather than he did. "And why can't you leave the forest?" He didn't know if there was some bounding law that prevented her from leaving, or if it was only from fear and stubborn nature.
 
The woman watched him put down the blanket on the log, however the log was outside of the line of the forest. She managed to reach out to pull the log closer before she took a seat when it was safely behind the lines of the forest. â??Your grandfather. He came here to relax. This forest allows people to relax, it has its own kind of magic that takes a very long time to understand. He would visit with the creatures that lived in here and he would just spend time with us.â? She told him, the next question was more difficult. â??I do not leave because I cannot leave.... when I leave this forest, bad things happen, so I stay and bad things donâ??t happen, as long as I am here the worst thing that can happen is the nymphs throwing mud at me and keeping me form the water so I canâ??t get fish.... can you pass the fish?â? she asked him, reaching out. It seemed that she liked the fish and that it summoned here to this spot because she could not get it anywhere else.
 
He didn't touch the fish, not being very hungry and understanding that the only reason Sacha was here was for the fish. She was so eager to eat it, it might as well have been trying to jump off the plate and escape. "I never really got to know my grandfather." He said to her, "But it sounds like him..." He set his sketchpaper aside, wrapping the charcoal sticks in a light cloth to protect them. "That is quite a burden..." He said thoughtfully. "Don't you ever wonder what's outside of the forest though?" He passed her another fish, watching her hungrily go at it. "Why would they fling mud at you?"
 
Sacha looked at him confused at the question. â??Didnâ??t you always wonder what was in here?â? she asked him, making a point. â??Of course I wonder but I know that it is best to stay here.â? His next question bothered her, she looked away and she rubbed her arm. â??They donâ??t like me very much. I am not pretty like they are....â? she said then she looked at him. â??This is a forest where monsters can live, monsters like me and some of the other creatures in here.â? She told him, her eyes watching the fish as if willing it to grow legs and walk to her.
 
â??Touchéâ? He said to her as he watched her munch on the fish. â??Do you guide anyone else through these woods, or was my grandfather the only one?â? At her uncomfortable response to his question, ne tilted his head. â??But you donâ??t try to kill people, which makes you far better than they areâ?¦â? He said, hoping to cheer her up some. He saw her eying another fish, and he passed to over to her. He sat down next to her this time, letting her know he was comfortable being around her.

â??I really wouldnâ??t know where to begin with this forestâ?¦â? He said, looking at the trees around him. â??Surely you must know of some interesting places to seeâ?¦â? He said with a smile.
 
The girl smiled at his compliment. â??No, I never guide anyone into the woods, I doo end up attempting to guide a few people out. Most just run away and I find it easier to simply herd them out of the woods then try and talk to them.â? She explained. People ran form her screaming, it was enough for her to think of herself as one of the monsters here. â??If you would like to go somewhere just name something. Would you like to visit a meow, ride a unicorn, or maybe a basilisk? Perhaps visit a gorgon. The ones here are the greatest sculptors around.â? She asked the boy. It seemed that if the creature could be imagined it could be here.

â??And you are only complementing me because I rescued you.â? The girl said as she finished off the fish. Then she looked to him, waiting to hear what he wanted. If there was nothing else then she would vanish into the woods again. If not then she would lead him wherever he wanted to go.
 
Jaro sat there in silence, listening to the satyr. â??Iâ?¦I really wouldnâ??t know where to begin.â? He muttered, looking up at the thick trees that until an hour ago had seemed so normal to him. Now they were full of all sorts of strange and mythical creatures â?? if what the satyr had to say held any truth. And her, Sachaâ?¦if she knew his grandfather, she would have to be older than he was, but she hardly looked it. Maybe it was her mythical nature that kept her looking as young as she did.

Sighing, he took his sketchpad and one of the charcoal sticks, lightly starting to sketch her as she talked. â??Well, if you want to talk, feel free, Iâ??m not running offâ?¦â? He said to her. â??I mean, youâ??re the firstâ?¦satyr that Iâ??ve ever seen. Iâ??d be interested in hearing about you.â?
 
The girl looked at him and then around the edge of the forest and she sighed. â??I donâ??t like staying this close to the edge for so long.â? She told him and then she grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the woods. She held onto him as she dragged him through, taking, what would seem like, the most random of turns. At one point they even walked entirely around on tree. It didnâ??t seem like they were walking for a long time but he would feel as though he had walked far. When she finally stopped the man wouldnâ??t be able to believe what he saw.

They were beside a waterfall, the spray gently dampening them. There was a meadow that the river ran through, the meadow had horses, some with horse, some with wings, some with both. Some swelled with child. Some sparkles flew through the air. Fairies. The field was just beautiful. â??Your grandfather used to request this place all the time. He liked to come here to think. The nymphs donâ??t come here, the unicorns would attack them. They donâ??t like evil things or anything hurting things. They get mad when I try and fish here. Stay close while they adjust to your scent.â? She told him. Some of the creatures there had noticed him, some shied away while others came to investigate.
 
Jaro looked up at her when she spoke, seeing how uncomfortable she looked around at the forest. He was about to say that nobody was going to harm her out here when she grabbed his wrist and practically pulled him off the log. He just barely managed to grab all his things together before she had pulled him into the woods, leaving him at her mercy as she lead him on the meandering path that seemed to go everywhere and nowhere. The satyr had a surprisingly firm grip, and he couldnâ??t work his way out of it.

â??Where are you taking me?â? He asked he found himself being led completely around a tree. Did she even know where she was going? But, they didnâ??t encounter any other creatures.

Until they came to the meadow that she had been leading him to. His jaw practically dropped at what he was seeing. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. â??Thisâ?¦itâ??sâ?¦â? He couldnâ??t put the words in order. He just shut him mouth and followed her in silent amazement as she lead him into the meadow. â??How does nobody know about this?â? He whispered softly.
 
The girl looked at his expression and she smiled, â??Thatâ??s because people do know about it. You do, your grandfather and some woman.â? The girl said with a frown. â??Your grand father brought some woman to the edge, made me bring her with us.â? From the way that she was talking about the woman it was clear that she didnâ??t like this woman very much. â??He brought her to see this place many times, they would want to be here alone, I pretended to leave them. If I really left them then they might have wandered off and been unable to get back.â? She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

â??One day he set up this elaborate thing, he put a ring on the horn of a unicorn, the one that the woman rode. When I brought them here and she saw the ring she started to cry and they hugged and they kissed and they were do happy.â? The woman hissed. She hated that woman, only it seemed like there was a deeper reason for it. She was jealous. â??After that the woman kept him away. She learned of the nymphs and some of the other creatures, came to the edge, summoned me then demanded that I never take her husband into the woods again. Soon he stopped visiting daily, it slowed to a weekly, then a monthly, soon he only came twice a year and then he stopped coming all together.â? She told the boy sadly. She missed the man and as far and she knew that woman, his grandmother, had stolen him from her.
 
He listened to Sacha as she told of how a woman - his grandmother - stole his grandfather away from her. His grandmother had grown rather bitter at the end of her years, well before grandfather had passed away. She had stopped talking to them, wanting them all to just leave her alone. The family had honored that request until the day she died.

"My grandmother has also passed on..." He said to the satyr as he stood before her. Maybe those words would offer her a small bit of relief, even though it felt odd to be discussing one of his elders in such a light. He stayed close to her, not wanting to wander off and get attacked by creatures that until moments ago were part of legend.
 
The creature spat as he said that the woman was dead. â??Good. That wrench didnâ??t like anything that she couldnâ??t control. She got worse after she got that stupid ring. Even more controlling of the kindness that your grandfather showed towards everyone here. He kept his fathers land well, not selling it or burning it. This has been here for longer then your family must be able to count. It is passed own form father to son. I have been passed the job of the guide.â? She exclaimed and a hulking unicorn approached them. Many people thought of unicorns as beautiful little horses that pranced through meadows and chased butterflies. They had no idea.

This unicorn was proof.

He was a stallion of the herd, his coat was black as the night and his horn and eyes were gold. His long bangs and mane almost obscured his face from view but his ferocity shown through. â??Fawn,â? the creature began, his voice was powerful and commanding, â??Why do you bring children here alone? He has no place here. This is the old manâ??s land.â? The creature said, glaring at the boy, the horn sharp and lethal with this powerful body behind it.

â??The boy is the grandson of the old man.â? The girl explained, keeping her head down and holding her head on Jaroâ??s head so that he may not put it up.

â??Grandson? What of the boyâ??s father then? The old manâ??s son! Surely he must inherit the land first!â? The creature boomed, not liking the break in tradition.

â??The manâ??s son was also the son of the bitter woman. The son was lied to, told of evils here and none of good. He didnâ??t want the land after the wench was through with him. The boy proclaims the old manâ??s death.â? Sacha explained to the creature, keeping her voice calm and respectful as the horse was rude to her. â??He claims that his father forbade him form entrance but when the old man left him the land he chose to enter the woods. I found him wandering, almost taken to his grave by the nymphs.â?

The creature boomed with laugher, â??Nay, no man can resist them, none of mortal birth. I have even known to old man to have indulged in them once or thrice.â? The creature laughed.

Sacha looked up, a blush scattering along her cheeks. â??He did no such thing!â? She protested but the horse went on laughing.

â??Naïve little fawn, still to young to see the way the men work. Alas, perhaps children teach other children and this child will teach you.â? The horse laughed before wandering back to his herd, who now seemed very relaxed form having found out that the boy was to be trusted.

Still, the claim that the man had been with the nymphs left her flustered. â??That is Ubel, he is a kind and jolly creature but he will stab you through.â? The girl warned him. It seemed that the creature liked to mess with her and, as unimaginable as it seemed, Sacha was still remarkably young for her race, young enough for the unicorn to refer to her as a child and her not to dispute it.
 
Jaro listened to her practically curse the ground his grandmother walked on, knowing that while the woman may have grown bitter in her last years, she was still his grandmother. But, rather than invoke the more tangible wrath of the satyr standing next to him, he simply kept his mouth shut and let her vent. He was going to ask her some more questions, but the sight of the massive unicorn approaching them stole the breath from his throat. The being was larger than any horse he had ever seen before in his life. Suddenly Sacha's hand forced his head down so hard he winced, grunting behind his teeth.

He kept his mouth shut as Sacha did all the talking for them, explaining who he was and why she had brought him to this place. He could feel the hot breath of the unicorn even from where he stood.

The bellowing laugh seemed to rumble the earth below his feet.

He blinked, did he hear the unicorn correctly? Was he implying that he should...?

He awkwardly cleared his throat as the unicorn walked back to the herd, rubbing the back of his neck once Sacha removed her hand, seeing how flustered the satyr was. He nodded wordlessly, looking around the clearing once more at the various types of creatures that lived here.

"Do...you have a family that lives here?" He asked her.
 
She looked down at the boy as she rubbed the back of his neck apologetically. â??I am sorry that I had to push you so hard but he is dangerous. There is something that you must understand. While you own this land this is their home. Currently you are trespassing, or you were until he allowed you to be here, from now on we can go up and greet him when we stop by. You must be respectful to any creatures we meet, other then the nymphs. They will kill you.â? She told him then she thought about his question. â??Yes, I have family here, though my family is very small. I believe that I told you that I am the next guide. We can leave here and visit them if you want.â? He told him, it was her job to take him anywhere he wanted to go and while it wouldnâ??t be her favorite thing to do going there would give him a better hint about just how old she really is.
 
Jaro was somewhat surprised by the feeling of her hand rubbing the back of his neck, unconsciously reaching up to feel what was there, and placing his hand on top of hers. In the brief moments that their hands touched, her skin felt wonderfully soft. Quickly, though, he moved his hand away and moved his head to look at her a little better. â??Letâ??s rest for a little bit, and then we can continue on.â? He smiled.

He sat down on a log for a moment to rub his feet. The rougher terrain in the forest had worn them out, and he wanted to take a quick moment to rest. He pulled out the pouch of charcoal sticks, and the coarse paper, and quickly began to rough out the landscape, wanting to commit as much of it to paper and memory as he could. He might not be able to get the image done today, in case Sacha decided to drag him along before he finished, something he wouldnâ??t be surprised if it happened.

â??Is there any other customs I should know of before we go further?â? He asked her cautiously, at least showing her that he was still interested in seeing what her world had to offer.
 
When she felt his hand on hers she could not help but smile. He had such a gentle touch, he was such a nice boy that she really didnâ??t want him to meet her family. She didnâ??t want him to know the truth about things here and if he went then he was bound to find out. She was happy top hear that he would rest for a little bit, perhaps he would think of something else in the meantime.

She watched him find a log to sit on, it was a sturdy one, looked almost sanded down form having been sat on so many times. It was the same place his grandfather used to sit but she didnâ??t tell him that. She heard his question and smiled. â??If we ever decide to visit the gorgons you must treat them like proper ladies but you and I will be blindfolded the entire time. Always meet their eyes through your blindfold. Bo not look the other creatures in the eyes unless you are given permission. When you look someone in the eyes it shows that you are equals, things here will not be so quick to accept you as their equal.â? She told him before she went over to the water.

This place was safe, the unicorns hated the nymphs and the same goes for the nymphs towards the unicorns. She trailed her hand through the water; she smiled when she saw a fish in a deeper part of the pool. She smiled as she stepped into the water, just ankle deep, she waited for the fish to be close enough before her hand darted towards the water, she grabbed the fish but something else grabbed her. She let out a scream before suddenly laughing and giggling filled the air, more hands reached out of the water, grabbing the satyr and pulling her under the water and into the deeper park of the pond where she wouldnâ??t be able to get to the surface. Their giggles and taunts filled the air.

â??What will you do now monster?â?

â??Who will help you now monster?â?

The big unicorn from before ran up, cursing and thudding his hooves. He looked at the human and demanded that he raise his hand. When the human complied he stabbed it with his horn. His voice boomed, loud and urgent. â??Human, go get her!â? and with those words he would feel different, suddenly the pain was gone and he felt strong, he would be able to resist the nymphs if for a short time but most of all he would not be able to breath underwater.
 
Jaro closed his eyes and tried to commit all the rules to memory. The customs of this place wereâ?¦confusingâ?¦to say the least, only complicated more by the fact that all of these creatures and their world had been locked in the realm of fantasy and tall tales up until a few hours ago. Even Sacha, whom he had physically touched, still seemed almost a dream in his mind. He kept expecting to wake up in the forest at any moment.

That was not to say he did not enjoy this place. It had a beauty that was astonishing, something he would likely carry to his grave. He continued to sketch out the drawing, gracefully laying each stroke of charcoal upon the page, capturing the environment as if afraid that it would disappear before his eyes. He heard her walk away, but smiled and let her do what she pleased. He was the stranger here, the outsider intruding on their customs.

The sudden sound of a scream â?? her scream â?? ripped across the normal pleasantness of the glen, making him jump and almost fall. He spun around, but saw nothing but the empty lake. The surface rippled violently. Had she fallen in? He didnâ??t think she could swim with her goat-like legs.

The unicorn â?? Ubel â?? came charging up to him, before he could even stand to dive in after her, his heavy hooves shaking the ground. Jaro shouted with pain when the unicorn stabbed his palm. At his orders, he realized that he was probably the only creature here that could swim effectively enough to get her. He nodded and quickly pulled off his overcoat, rushing over and plunging into the pond.

It was hard to see her, the water blurring his eyes, but he swam down towards her as fast as he could â?? the water that was starting to weigh down his clothes was making that a little easier. She was being held by the nymphsâ?¦he could faintly hear their taunts in the water. He reached out for her wrist, grabbing a hold of it and pulling urgently.
 
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