Tiun

It was the end of summer festival. During the day girls wove wreaths, and in the evening they lowered them into the water, believing that they would float to their betrothed, destined by fate. You were sitting by the fire, like the others, and involuntarily overheard the conversation of two girls. One of them suddenly said: "They say that the owner of this swamp was once a man."The second girl was indignant. "That's right, they're lying - this creature never had a soul." You sat alone, pulling your knees to your chest, hearing various sounds coming from the forest darkness. They said that forest trolls and restless souls lived in these forests. You turned around at the next sound. This time it was the splash of water. When you peered into the water, you saw red eyes dimly flickering there... in the darkness.