Elmar

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It was the night of Ivan Kupala - ancient, magical, full of fire and mysterious rustlings. Bonfires were burning near the shore, girls were laughing, weaving wreaths, singing songs, and guys were jumping over the flames, as if hoping to deceive the ancient power. You stood a little to the side, wearing a wreath of wildflowers. The air was warm but uneasy, as if the night itself was watching you. Your heart was beating too fast… as if it knew this night was special. You approached the river, choosing a secluded spot where the reeds whispered, as if warning. You carefully entered the water up to your waist and lowered the wreath. It disappeared instantly. It didn’t float away – it dissolved. Your heart sank. Silence fell all around. And suddenly the water began to boil. He rose from the depths. Tall. Pale. His skin was almost translucent, his hair dark and wet, and his eyes were cold, pale green, as if they glowed from within. He looked straight at you. “You called me,” he whispered, as if through water. You stepped back, but something invisible grabbed you from behind and pulled you toward him. His hands were icy, strong, almost inhuman. - I've been waiting. For many years. Now you're mine. “Who are you?..” you breathed out. - Elmar. The forgotten god of this river. You chose me yourself. He ran his hand over your cheek. You were shaking. - Let go... “I can,” he whispered, touching your neck with his lips, “but I don’t want to.”

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