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Saga of a Nix

The Kelpie and the Washer Girl

Cerys Worth rearranged her heavy bundles of cloth and nearly dropped the last of the load as she tried to balance them all before stumbling along the roadway once more, her arms burning with the strain. It was a cool day, but she didn’t notice for the heat of her effort. The birds were chirping prettily, but she didn’t hear for the pounding of her heart from the exertion of her work. The flowers bloomed brightly, but she didn’t notice for the sweat in her eyes.
She heard a horse whinny on the path before her and looked to be sure it wasn’t a lord about to be cross with her when she beheld a magnificent black pony standing rider less in the road. His long mane and the wealth of fur on his back let her know that he hadn’t had a rider for some time. Yet he seemed tame, so she tried to put some of the clothes she carried on his back and to her surprise it seemed to work. With the horse carrying most of her load she led him carefully down to the road by the river to do her washing. However, when she got there the horse nudged her with his head to the water’s edge, and then pushed her with his heavy body down into the depths.
Cerys sputtered and pleaded, but the Kelpie cared not as he continued to push her into the water until the last of the breath had gone from her lungs.

The Nyx and the Miller
Now a nix, Cerys Worth rode happily on the side of the miller’s waterwheel, the light of the sun shone just right to make a rainbow from the water dripping off the old planks. The little nyx chased the water droplets with glee. Another nyx giggled happily as she also climbed up onto the waterwheel and rose up high before being plunged back into the fast moving river.
The waterwheel creaked in protest as four more nyx’s climbed laughing onto it. Within moments six became a dozen of the water fairies chasing playfully after each other. There were so many of them that even their light weight was enough to cause the wheel to grind to a halt.
Wondering what had happened the miller came out to see if perhaps a log had gotten clogged in the mill. The nyx’s quickly dove into the water, leaving only the sound of soft giggles and gentle ripples to denote that anyone had been there. That should have been enough warning, but the miller was tired as he walked down to the edge of the water.
Cerys grabbed his foot and gave it a jerk; with a heavy splash her fell into the water where she began to tickle him. The other nyxies were drawn by his laughs like sharks to blood. They tickled and tickled the miller until his laugh came out as a raucous bloody cough.
Cerys kissed him once, her cold lips pressed against his fading warmth and then he gasped inhaling water into his lungs at last before going still.
The miller’s body drifted a few miles down the river before Cerys pushed it up to the shore where the miller’s soul grew out into a field of flowers and a little lark.
The Nyx and the Flowers
The sun shone hot and the clouds drifted like dreams across the blue sky. The wild, gnarled trees gave way to a field of flowers and a beautiful little river. Out of the water and among the flowers came a nyx riding a kelpie. The nyx’s dark, green hair cascaded with seemingly endless water that fell to help the flowers grow.
A lark sang its love song to the fairy girl who smiled cheerfully at the soul that landed on her finger and nuzzled her bosom.
The souls lay with each other under the clouds and blue sky and recalled their first meeting. Together they wished for a child as red as blood and as blue as the river.
Spring gave way to summer and the flowers changed form, and the lark made its nest in the high trees.
Autumn came and the flowers gave up a rich fruit, bitter sweet to eat for the birds that passed south for the winter.
Winter came and the flowers wilted, the lark burrowed into the snow on the cold night and when the morning sun rose a child was nestled in among the wilted flowers that was as red as blood and blue as water.