The young teenage boy sits in the grass, looking up the full moon in the inky black sky, and letting the soft breeze tickle his face, whipping his hair into his eyes. He often comes to the Sprite Lake to be alone, and to get away from the stress of the everyday world. The calm water of the lake seems to sing to him, letting his worries just fall away.

It's late at night, and the boy just sits quietly by the lake, letting one hand float in the cool, glassy water. He sighs, and just as he is about to leave, he hears the sound of soft melodic singing, the voice of a young girl, singing beautifully in a language he doesn't recognise.

He stops moving and closes his eyes, listening to the girl's song. After a few moments he hears the water splash delicately, and hears a soft, shy giggle. He opens his eyes and stares in astonishment at the lake.

Sitting delicately on the water is a young girl. Her hair is a wondrous blue, long and wavy, dancing around her shoulder in waves, framing her delicate face. Her skin is as pale as the moon, glittering faintly under the moonlight. Her lips are like pale pink rose buds, smiling innocently. Her eyes as deep as the sea and a clear crystal blue, and framed with long, thick lashes, look at him curiously. She is dressed in a pale blue dress, and it flares out around her as she sits on the water. She waves her hand, and to the boy's amazement water from the lake flows into her palm, and she begins to play with it, moulding it, shaping it, letting it weave in between her fingers and dance around her in intricate patterns.

All the while she just smiles at him, darting her eyes between him and her hands. The boy closes his eyes and opens them, wondering if he's dreaming. She's still there, sitting on the lake, and playing with the water.

"Who…who are you?" The boy whispers, leaning as close to her as he dares without falling into the lake.

The girl giggles then looks sad. She places a finger to her lips and shakes her head, looking at him sorrowfully. The boy's eyes widen in understanding.

"You can't…you can't speak?" The boy asks disappointed.

The girl points towards the water and then mimes speaking, using the water in her hands to make it look like musical notes are coming out of her pale pink lips. She gently catches the water in her hands again and weaves it through her fingers.

The boy frowns. "You can only speak…under water?"

The girl nods sadly.

The boy sighs, and the girl looks at him with sad eyes.

The boy and the water girl sit there for a long time, not speaking, but just looking at each other, as though having their own secret conversation just with their eyes. The boy is content to just sit by the girl's side forever, never moving. He could look at her for centuries and never grow bored.

After what could have been months, days, or even years, the boy hears the same singing from under the water, and the girl looks at him, her blue eyes desperately sad. She starts to point to the water and shaking her head.

"Oh…" the boy sighs sadly. "You have to go don't you?"

The girl nods.

"Will…will I ever see you again?"

A tear starts to roll down the girl cheek and she shakes her head. She motions to the land around him and then shakes her head. He does not get her meaning, but then he understands. "You aren't allowed up here?"

The girl nods again, wiping the tear from her cheek.

"But I must see you again!"

The water girl sniffs, but then she points to his neck, where he is wearing a fine silver chain, and holds her palm out. "This?" The boy asks, taking it off and handing it to her.

The girl nods.

With the other hand she scoops up some lake water and closes her hand around it, trapping it in her fist, holding it there for a few seconds. When she opens her fingers the water has formed into a small glass circle, with sparkling water seeming to swim around in it, deep blue mixing with light blue in a strange but beautiful dance. It gives off sparkles and shimmers in the moonlight.

Somehow the water girl manages to attach the water crystal to the chain and hands in back to him. The boy looks into the crystal and see's the face of the water girl smiling shyly at him. He puts the chain around his neck again, hiding the crystal underneath his shirt.

Smiling sadly the girl waves, and the boy waves back, his heart heavy in his chest. The girl places her hands on the water and closes her eyes. Her body starts to shimmer, becoming fainter and fainter until he can barely see her. Eventually she dissolves into a fine mist and lands on the water. The last few notes of her song drift up to the surface and then all is silent except for the wind blowing through the trees.

Sighing sadly the boy gets up, takes one more look at the lake and starts to walk home, closing the water crystal in his fist.

Every day the boy wears his silver chain and looks at the image of the water girl in the crystal, and every day he goes back to the same lake and sits there, hoping she will return to him once again.