Aah so sorry, this has taken forever again, but I've finally done it - it's just so hectic with the last few days of school and everything. Anyway, here it is at last. Hope you like it :)

~Forest Nymph~

She was as wild as the flaming foxes, they said. She was as graceful as the running wolf, as swift as the flashing lightning, as elusive as the shadows of the trees. Maybe the spirit of the stars. Maybe just a nymph of the forest. But nobody had ever seen her properly; she was just a dream, just the legend that they told around the fires in the autumn twilights.

You never quite believed the stories at first. They seemed so unlikely, so unreal. But sometimes, on days when you watched the autumn mists trailing among the forest trees - you weren't so sure.

It was one of those fall days when you went to the forest for a walk - something had called you, somehow; something was drawing you closer to the heart of the woods. You tried to tell yourself it was the fire of the changing leaves, but you knew you were lying to yourself.

And then suddenly, she was there in front of you - as wild as the flaming foxes, her long brown hair framing small, wind-shaped features; as graceful as the running wolf, her pose of careless ease accented by her dark green dress; as swift as the flashing lightnng, and something elusive in her gray-green eyes. She was laughing and coming towards you, slender but imposing, small but ruler of all she looked at.

"You've come," she said, tilting her head and leading your further into the forest. "I was the one who called you. The forest is open to you as well, you know."

"Who are you?" you gasped.

She smiled, sweet as the spring breezes. "Didn't you know? I'm Forest Nymph."

The hours fled by, golden. Or maybe they were just minutes. Or maybe seconds. You were never sure afterwards. Forest Nymph brought you to a tiny cascade, where water reflected the sky in turqoise curves; and she played a wild woodland harp of silver that gave out the most entrancing music you'd ever heard. And then you found yourself back where you first saw her. "Something has changed, though, hasn't it?" Forest Nymph asked quietly.

Then she'd gone. Gone, as swiftly as the flashing lightning. And when you came to look, the waterfall and the harp were gone too.

But you knew that they - and Forest Nymph - were still there. Watching you. Sending you luck - the luck of the forest.

Hello Amethyst! I hope this isn't bothering you but do you have the time to do one for me? Your writing is amazing!

Ultimatium, He/Him.

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Finally I haven't taken forever to get a request done ;) Here it is - I hope you like it :)

~Ultimatium~

The moon was setting in one corner of the sky; the opposite corner was paling to the most exquisite sheen of dawn. The boy sitting on the hilltop sighed and rose, glancing out, far out, across the land spread below him. He hesitated. The shining snake of a river, the fertile valleys - all these would be his. Though he questioned, sometimes, if it was worth it.

Oh, of course they all said it was. Of course. But they still whispered behind his back about oh, his father, and remember that festival where he did the most shocking thing-- The boy frowned at the sunrise, a spark of bitter laughter showing in his eyes nonetheless: try as they might, they hadn't yet been able to deceive him, with all their open flattery of him; he'd heard their scorn when they thought he couldn't hear.

The boy, like all of his kind, was tall and proud, with flashing strength kindling in his eyes. His black hair was unruly and tempestuous as his expressions; his dark blue clothes matched his eyes, except that those were light, steely blue. Most people thought he was arrogant and conceited, what with the tilt of his dark head and the cool challenge in his eyes; but the ones who truly knew him, who had run and talked and joked with him since boyhood, would laugh and tell you it was not so. The Silversea family's blood was strong in him, that was all. And he was proud of it, too, the boy thought defiantly as he watched the sun break over the obscure horizon of hills. He would show them that he could be something more than just the son of a despised Lord Erin.

The dawn was gone, and it was a new day. He turned to go back to the castle.

Astounding! You managed to portray everything in the piece beautifully- from the scenery to inner reflections. Words cannot express how much I love this, Amethyst! Thanks so much!