The brown-haired, pale skinned man stood on the water's edge. He took a deep breath. He'd come this far, there was no point in going back now.
He took a step forward, closer to the end of the rock on which he stood. The spray from the waterfall threw drops of water on him, making him shiver even in the heat of the summer night . He looked around the edge of the pool, taking in the sight of the pool, made familiar by the many visits he had made.
The circle of stones that enclosed the pool were covered in strange sigils and runes, drawn in sea-green paint. The color was a soothing one, but it did nothing to calm his nerves.
He turned, almost as if to leave. His legs ached in protest at the thought of climbing down the mountain. What was the point in coming if he wasn't going to do it?
He turned to face the pool again. With determination he stared into the inky depths of the water. Now.
He reached into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a small penknife. Wincing as he did so, he pricked his finger, letting the single droplet of blood fall into the pool.
Nothing happened. Damn. He had been so sure it would work.
Something in the depths caught his eye. A movement. What was that?
Another flutter. The man watched in wonder as two blue eyes watched him, surrounded by darkness of the water. The eyes seemed to enlarge, and the man realized that the thing in the water was surfacing.
Slowly, a pale face framed with dark hair emerged. Slowly, almost tantalizingly, it rose, revealing a body clothed in a silver dress.
The woman stood upon the water for a moment. Then she stepped onto the stone and brushed up against the man's front.
"What is it you desire?" the woman asked in a soft, sensual voice, "Money? Power? Fame?" She twisted his hair around one of her fingers, still a breath away from the man. She leaned towards his ear, "I can give you anything. Anything." The tone of the last word left no question as to what she meant.
"Not that it isn't tempting," the man stuttered, being treated like this was a new territory, "my sister she's sick and I wan-,"
"And you want me to cure her," the woman finished, "How noble. But why not ask for something else. Something for… yourself."
The man swallowed. "No. I want you to cure her."
"Alright. Spoilsport," she pouted.
The man started sweating. Now she got to declare what her price was. What it might be scared the shit out of him. She could ask for anything.
"I want two things," she murmured, "the first…" She reached for a gold chain that was around his neck. She pulled the rest out of his shirt, ignoring his gasp of pleasure at this slight touch.
At the end of the chain lay a small pendant. It was a small silver angel with one eye of emerald, and the other of ruby.
He swallowed again. It was the only thing of his grandmother's he had left. But to save his sister, he agreed with a nod of his head.
"The second thing you won't mind me taking half as much," the woman whispered again, as her dress fell to water below.
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How was that? The idea kinda just hit me when I was hanging out at the reservoir near my house. I hope its at least somewhat good. I thought so. Thank you for reading and please review. Thank you, and good night!