On the lush green rolling hills of Acadia- in the dark of night, with only the moon to light the paths, sat a young man. Two horn stubs sat atop his head hidden behind his pointed ears. His arms and naked chest bulging with muscles. The entire lower half of his body, covered not in clothing, but in brown fur. The upper body of a man, and the lower of a beast. This man was strange indeed...no not man, but half-man. Tis not his look which makes him half man, but what he is missing.
The creature lolled motionless, with a styrax in his hands. As he gazed at the moon, its shining white light reflected off his crystal blue eyes. He leaned onto a nearby tree. He began to play the flutes. Its beautiful melody hummed through the empty fields and meadows. As he played lilies, laurels and other colorful flowers sprung up around him. As if they had come to hear him play his song.
"So it is the flowers who wish me to play tonight?"
He smiled to the gracious plants, and continued to play and watched as they continued to grow. He stood to his hooves. His stub goat tail covered in grass. He began to frolic across the hills playing his wondrous melody- grasses and flowers spring up along his trail. He began to slow his tunes, along with his pace. He walked up to an oak tree.
He gently leaned on the old tree and began to play a different melody.
" yawn. What is that beautiful music you play sir?"
A low and gentle voice of a woman asked from the opposite side of the tree. The woman peered around the tree and smiled.
"What a beautiful song. What is it called?"
The half-man backed away in shock. The woman stared right at him and did not flee. This was a common reaction he would receive, but apparently his appearance did not frighten her,but why? He hesitated a moment before answering.
".....Tis the Moon's song."
He answered as he neared her.
"On please kind Lord, may you continue to play?"
Again he hesitated to answer her.
"O-of course, but please, do not call me Lord."
"What do you wish to be called, sir?"
"Refer to me as all who knowth me. I am called Pan. May I asked what is it that you are called young woman?"
"I am called Eiorha, I am a Nymph"
"Eiorha...a very uncommon name for a Nymph."
Pan smiled and sat beside Eiorha.
"I am pleased to meet you Eiorha. I shall play my music for you than..."
Pan began playing his flutes. Eiorha smiled to the gentle song. Grass began to grow up and around the two. Alas the woman has fallen asleep. Pan smiled and stood from his spot.
"Such a pleasant woman. I shall repay her kindness toward me and give her a gift, so as to remember me."
Pan gently placed the flute in her hands. He turned toward the path of grass that had grown and followed it back to whence he came from. Eiorha woke to the gentle morning breezes.
"Pan?"
She gently called looking around. She felt the flutes in her hands and stroked it.
"His instrument..."
She sat for a while longer. Thinking if he would ever come back...
To be continued..... <p>"I am the beautiful warrior goddess, look at me the wrong way, and I just might miss my target..."
-Freya Vanir
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