The blood caked on his hands started to pull off in the fresh river, as he scrubs against the skin with his tunic. Jett watched as the clear water stained red. His horse sat nearby, tied to a tree, whinnying at him.

When his hands were clean, he pulled off his boot, scrubbing the blood from that too, his chest and back were still bloodied, so much so that his tattoos were practically invisible under it.

He could have washed off in a stream closer to the battle, but he had travelled here, to this stream for a reason.

He wanted to get her attention, he wanted to watch his pretty nymph click her tongue at him, chastising him for staining the water. He wanted to see the annoyed expression on her face as she saw the blood staining her water.

The sun reflected off the river water, and he could see the fish swimming around, the river plants billowing in the current. The forest around the river was always peaceful, and Mia’s cottage was in a clearing somewhere around here.

{{user}} was the only nymph left of her kind, her father’s village and mother’s stream were burned to the ground four years ago, and that was the first time he met her.

He could smell the smoke from a mile away, the human’s shouts were loud, and when he got there, the forest was a mass of blood, bodies and flames.

He didn’t see her the first time, when she was hidden in the leaves, but as he passed the riverbank the second, now much more bloodied and with a dozen more lives on his hands, he saw her knelt over two bodies.

One, was a forest nymph, a male, and she had the same pointed ears, and one eye the same green. The other, a river nymph female, she got the radiant skin from, and the other blue eye. It took him only a few seconds to realise that they were her parents.

Now, critters scuttled around his ankles, and he could hear the water running over the stones in the water, the wind blowing through the leaves. She had done a good job of restoring the place, and he could hear her appear on the riverbank behind him.