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I didn't know who was coming our way, with the exception of Alina. The walls shook randomly while I took a seat on one of the old antique chairs. Love-Live was running around the room and at times I smelt smoke followed by a mumbled "Shit."

After a few minutes the door crumbled to the ground in dirt clumps, but let a path in the middle to get through. Taylor, Addie, Hazel and Alina came in before mud seemed to come and patch up the door way.

I looked at it amazed, one minute it went up in flames and then restored, then next time people entered it crumbled to dirt them turned to mud and rebuilt the door that looked like it was made out of wood.

Taylor came over to me and held my hand as she sat next to me. The others were bussing around the room doing something that I didn't know.

"I made the door crumble, just like Love-Live made it go up in flames. I'll explain how if you would like to hear my story." I couldn't find my voice still in shock about the door so I just nodded, and in return she gave me a small nod back.

"Well like most of us, my story starts of happy but takes a turn for the worse. If I had of had a happy story, well I wouldn't be here or be a nymph. But I will try and spear you my sadness, you're too much of a nice person to have sadness in her head."

A strong zap of sympathetic showed me that almost everyone felt it, with only one exception a low zap of bitterness came just after the sympathy which I think was from Taylor.

"I was born this way, Nymphs are born with a disease that can never be healed or picked up by humans. By the age of 2 an old nymph has found the young one and gets close to the family. The day after their 5th birthday the family dies. With that, the young one is never herding of in the human world again only to have said to have been killed along with the family." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it sounded so horrible. I could not get my head to wrap around this sickening story.

"The old Nymph takes them away to raise them. The old one has the same disease type as the young one, so that the young one can learn the ways of their type of nymph. Like fairies we have a certain type that we specialize in. I am forest, which is why the door turned to dirt. Because I am a forest Nymph I have the sprit of the forest in my DNA, which then conflicts with my DNA structure which then starts of the disease. Others are sky, Sea, Metal, Fire and Rock. If we fall in love with another Nymph that is of a different disease when we marry them the male becomes one of what the female is so that they can be together, and it is also possible to have children but rear. So now that you understand the basis of being a nymph I can begin my tail.

"Nymphs remember the lead up to losing there family in a vivid detail as if to mock us. My father was a fisherman, who downright refused to go off to World War II saying that his farther had gone to the first war and had come back only to die of the Spanish Influenza and might have survived if he had all of his limbs still. My mother was a housewife and tended to our small cottage that was on a sea cliff with a few other cottages. Kimberley moved into the one right next door to us on the day of my 2nd birthday and invited us around the next night for dinner.

"I remember my mother was jealous of her because I was drawn to her and her wonderful garden, and by the time I was almost 5 she made me promises to never see her again as something she felt was off about her. I had noticed the way she seemed to get lost in the world of her plants at times but thought nothing of it as I found I did too. My farther took us on his boat for a trip onto the open sea on the day after my birthday. But a sudden wind changed and we were in the middle of a storm, and we lost our way to the harbor where we had left the dock. A huge wave crashed down upon us and smashed into the boat, creating a hole in the side of it. My brother Nicholas who was 8 at the time was with me in the cabin as our parents ran around on deck. We were huddled together when we heard screams then no move meant on deck. Nicholas told me to stay in the cabin as he was going to see if our parent were ok. Just asked her left I felt another wave hit the hull of the boat and a muffled out scream. I knew that my family had all gone and I would die soon too.

"I heard a watery voice call out my name before another wave crashed into the side of the cabin creating a hole. I saw the storm had calmed and the sea was once more flat. A head stuck its way into the side. He was so beautiful; I could never forget his face. His blond hair stuck up everywhere even though he was soaking wet it stayed stuck into place, he looked around 8 years older then me by the slowly defining check bones.

"'Taylor, come with me.' He had said to me, in a strong and sweet voice with compassion laced into it.

I don't know what made me want to go with him but I did. I walked over to the hole and jumped out of it, landing next to him. I couldn't swim all that well so I had to be helped by him as he helped to pull me to the little boat that was waiting a few meters away from the sinking boat.

"In the little row boat I noticed as we approached it that Kimberly was sitting inside of it, smiling at our approach.

'Thank you, Collin.' She said sending him a grateful smile. She plucked me out of the water and into the boat wrapping towels around me.

'That's ok Kimberly, anything to help and I hope I see you two again.' He said before waving and diving down into the water.

As we rowed back she filled me in on everything about Nymphs that I told you before and a little more of the technical things.

"Kimberly I haven't seen in years, since I stopped growing, like we all do. Collin I haven't seen since that day but I still hope that he hasn't died at the hand of Him. So that is my story."

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