They say time can heal all wounds. Maybe I’m the exception. I have lived longer than any man, yet my heart still pines for a love that was never mine. Her name was Nadia, such a beautiful creature she was. Long black hair like silk, eyes like starlight and such pale porcelain skin it seemed a gentle touch would shatter her into pieces.
I remember the first day I met my beautiful goddess. She was so young and full of curiosity. Her family lived just beyond the dense wood where I reside and my Nadia had become lost amongst the tall pines and thick grass. I saw her kneeling pink faced and panting beside a stream. She entranced me at once. Many a girl had lost themselves in my forest but none as beautiful as her. It was her eyes which drew me, so bright, so innocent, so curious. They seemed to look right threw me into my very soul.
I approached her quietly so as not to startle her. I gently took hold of her shoulder. She jumped back with a small yelp of surprise, falling back to look at me with wide starlight eyes. She looked me over several times, as if not believe what she was looking at.
Then, with a voice soft as a dove, she asked. “Wh-who are you?” Such music her voice was to my ears! So enchanted was I that I almost forgot to answer her.
“I am the prince and protector of this forest,” I said, looking intently into her starlight eyes. “But you my dear may call me Nuada.”
But that was many years ago. How I wish I had stolen her that very moment. I couldn’t have though; she was still but a child and had her whole life to live. I lead her out of the forest and vowed to watch over her until she was ready to come back to me. Years passed after that and she grew into the most beautiful woman who ever walked the earth. I stole her away on her sixteenth birthday when she ventured into my woods again.
But the worst had happened. She had fallen in love with another. She even forgot of me, only recalling glimpses of what transpired between us. I tried to sway her to stay and live with me. I gave her a lavish room, brought her exotic foods, read poetry to her when she allowed. But there was nothing I could do to win her heart. So, defeated I returned her to her home, where her family and lover embraced her and kept her away from my forest.
Of course no one questioned that she had gone missing for a number of days and returned completely unharmed. Those were much simpler times. The people believed a spirit of the forest had kept her safe. In a way, it was true. I am, after all, the protector of this forest. I have been here for centuries watching over the land and I have seen countless people come and go.
What broke my heart even more than my Nadia turning me away, was watching her. I stayed close, watching her every move. I watched with furious envy as she wed the boy she had fallen in love with, the reason for my plight. I watched with a sinking heart as she bore that boy, children. Those years were the longest of my ancient life. It was pure anguish to watch as she grew old and gray. She could have lived by my side forever if only she had accepted my offers. But the terrible day came when she was taken from me a second time.
I was wrought with a grief I hadn’t know was possible. I completely lost my grip and as a result my forest grew dangerous and wild. But it had been slipping from me since Nadia, oh my sweetest Nadia, had rejected me. My mind only knew her and I could not pull my attention away from her even if I wanted to. But now my Nadia had left me forever.
