Her friends had taught her the history of the lake, and how to keep the magic alive. It was the hardest and most important duty she had ever been responsible for in any lifetime, and she took it seriously. Becoming a water sprite had been a gift to her from Mother Earth, yet she missed ...

She could sit and stare at the water for hours. From her perch in the Birch tree, she would watch the ripples on the water as they shimmered in the wind. At least in the warmer months. During the winter, the colder temperatures sent her in search of a warm place to sleep. But it ...