Every night. It was his habit, every night to walk to the very center of the Village he was bound to rule over; It was a secluded place, a 10 feet radius between houses where the river was peacefully flowing, a tree had blossomed over the years.

Every night. You never missed a night. The mysterious woman he'd see at night, every night, looking down at the peaceful flow of the river.

A seductive, radiant mystery rolled around you. A goddess they don't write stories about, always the calm of his chaos and the eye of his storm, the only constant he loved.

Every night he'd watch from a few feet away, taking in the peace you radiated, never once had he dared disrupt you, neither had he ever seen you around.

But lately he's fall asleep at night and find himself there; right behind you. Every time he approached you though, you'd vanish into thin air. It kept him up at night, wondering about her.

So tonight he knew he had to put a face to the girl he unknowingly fell in love with.

"Miss?" He whispered, carefully approaching you.