This was absolutely beautiful :')
Wow, this is so amazing! I was so mesmerized by what was happening, and I loved the philosophy and magic behind it!!
Wow. I love the way you wrote the dryad Mel.
Wonderful, wonderful...a delightful, yet poignant love story. You artfully weave the passing of time, describing Melea and Neville's relationship in such a way that both haunts and enchants my imagination.
Thank you for the creative imagery and fine crafting of this text. You remind us all that the most precious, intimate moments in our lives are best described in subtle ways, resonating with one's deepest thoughts and remembrances.
I tip my hat to you.
What a lovely story! It made me cry. Really good use of language to convey the dryad's thoughts and feelings. Beautifully written.
Wow. That was... Wow.
I'm probably as good with words as Neville is.
But truly, as someone who loves Harry Potter AND Greek Mythology, this was inexplicably cool to read. I love the understanding between Hannah and Melea.
Also, I loved the ending. When I started reading I thought that a story like this had to be more than a one shot but the ending was perfect.
This story is so. Freaking. Cool.
I suppose I vaguely had an idea what a dryad/wood nymph was before I read this, but you really brought her purpose, her existence, the essence of her soul to life. Now I can't imagine a wood nymph being anything else but what you've shown here.
Merlin, the research you would've had to do! But I think it's worth it, as this story is a feat in itself. Had I know that this is what you were writing, I would've answered your CCT question right away instead of wibbling over it. Not only is this indelibly an original character fic, it's unique and incredible.
Naturally, you don't write much fic without Neville, but he is, of course, the only choice for this role. Who else but he is worthy of the gift of a dryad's love? And Melea does love him in whatever way she can, I think.
Now, on to Melea. You have imbued her with a splendid role, as both a mother and protector of the forest, but as a being with a measure of free will, one that allows Neville to live his life in the human world and trusts him to come back to her. I think she realises that he is a man in a million who would actually keep his promise to do so.
As I read your descriptions of the wind's nocturne, the song of the forest, I think I felt a little of what Neville did. There is just a deep level of understanding forged into those words, the words neither Melea nor Neville could ever find, that allowed me, a mere human, a glimpse into that world and understand its unfaltering power. It's a powerful bit of writing and completely unfair that I will never be able to do that. Kudos for that little shudder of delight.
Perhaps, though, the most heady of triumphs in this story is how you managed to encapsulate the important parts of the relationship between Melea and Neville. Watching him grow older in bounds was not sudden, but an intuitive glimpse into Melea's perception of his much more fragile life cycle, but while her own dwindles, as well. Staying alive while feeling the call of death to introduce her daughter to her inheritance and her paternity was an amazing gift from Melea to Althaea. I feel honoured almost that I got to witness it, like one marvels at once-in-a-lifetime natural events or a monumental turn in history. That was a incredible piece of writing.
All in all, I am ridiculously happy that you wrote this story and that you shared it with us. Whatever reads/reviews this has currently, it isn't enough, and I'm very put out that I have to wait a year to nominate it for a QSQ. So very excellent. Thank you. Just...thank you.
I am wiping tears from my eyes. That was beautiful. I knew it would be, given the title and the summary. And since I peak at reviews I knew it would be sad. But I don't cry at fics very often so you've gone and done it now. So, so sad. You're cruel.
I'm kidding. Really, you're brilliant. This is so original. I love that you picked a Dryad as your original character. She was lovely. Neville was perfect as always. But what's really got me so worked up are two other things.
First of all, when he brings Hannah to the forest, so many things could have gone differently, gone wrong. But it was so perfect, so beautiful. So when Hannah comes back with the box, even though Neville lived a long and happy life, it's still quite sad to see both of their reactions.
But what really REALLY got me was Althea stepping out and asking for him. Gods, that's just heartbreaking. I mean - guh. Just no words. Just thinking about it, visualizing it, feeling it makes me sniff some more. Rereading what I've written here makes me sniff. You've really built up to an emotional ending. It's one of those bittersweet ends like LOTR. Yes, I'm comparing you to Tolkien. Which, now that I think of it, this has a bit of a Middle-earth feel, doesn't it?
This was wonderful. It's sad and beautiful and I loved it. I'll remember it. I hope it does well in the challenge. Thanks for the cry. ;)
This story is really very brilliant!! I love it!!
This was beautiful. I nearly cried at the part where Hannah gave Neville's ashes away.
T am just a sad grumpy old man, but I am sitting here with tears running down my cheeks. That was just magic.
I am in awe of your genius and skill in telling this story!
This is heart-rendingly beautiful.