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Once there was a water maiden who lived in the lakes and seas of the world. She loved to look at people from the water, with there smiles and happyness true she could walk on land but she hid. She wished to say Hello but she was also afraid. One day she went to a lake she had never been to before. The land was misty and cool but warm at the same time the grass was soft at clouds and the trees rich in color, Mountains surounded the area. As the Water maiden walked in this new land she came apon a Lotus in a willow tree. The Lotus bloomed with sweet smells from everywhere. She was intranced by the new land and wanted to stay. Many times she went through a cave in the deepest ocean and found her way to the wonderful land. She would spred bubbles at she ran across the feilds and laughed in joy. But one day as she slept by the willow tree she heard a vioce. "Dear Maiden thank you for visiting my land." The Maiden looked up and noticed the voice was from the tree. As she looked at the tree it spoked to her more. "I want to repay you in any way posible" The Maiden couldn't speak back for that her voice on land could kill or hurt people and animals. She lowed her head to the thought of destoying the tree. But a soft wind blew acoss to the maiden as if she was being hugged. The maiden smiled and looked at the tree, Shocked to see that the Lotus petals where hugging her. She shook her head not understanding on what was going on but looked to the tree and noticed the lotus fell to her hand. "Dear Maiden may I ask for one favor?" The maiden nodded. "I want you to kiss me. Even if I am a flower I want to give you something in return for my love to you." She hesitated but she kissed the Lotus flower. As the petals flow away from the lotus it started to disapear. The Maiden started to cry wondering what was happening then the voice said. "All my land is for you. Maybe one day I will come back." The last of the petals formed a shape of a man waving good bye. The Water maiden fell to her knees crying as the last of the flower disapear. A few years past and the maiden looks to the mist smiling waiting to hear that vioce crying in joy and pain just to hear the vioce one more time.