Book Four: Chapter 116

Naia lifted her head, water running in streams down her hair. “That’s a very good question,” she admitted, then sat up. The birds above her flew away and vanished in the bushes of the garden. “I’ve asked myself that same thing more than once.”

“You’re all in on it, aren’t you?” Kisa hopped into the fountain and scowled. The water was freezing. “It’s some kind of sick joke between you guys, isn’t it?”

The nymph shook her head. “No, it really isn’t.”

“Well I think you’re lying, and that’s good enough for—” she grabbed for Naia and her hands moved through the nymph, her body now made of water.

“Stop,” Naia said calmly, placing her hands on Kisa’s wrists. “Your anger is misplaced.”

Kisa pulled away and swung, but Naia let the hit connect, spraying water everywhere. She swung again and again, her rage and frustration building as she shrieked at the nymph.

“Why doesn’t anybody know who I am?” she yelled, then fell to her knees. The water parted beneath