Sersiona the Woodland Nymph

A few months ago I was digging through my old journals and writings, and I came across a long forgotten story I had written for my own pleasure during my early teenage years. Looking at the picture I drew of the character in this story, I'm guessing I was thirteen or fourteen at the time. I didn't read the story when I unearthed it months ago; I brought it in from the garage and put it in a pile of "things to read." Today I remembered the story and dug through a stack of papers on my desk to find it.

When I read it I was shocked.

This story--one I dreamt up twenty years ago--is amazingly similar to the story I am writing now. I seriously couldn't believe it. The Rowaness in my current story and her yearnings are very close to Sersiona's. It's mind-boggling to me that this story has lain dormant in my mind all these years, and that I've recovered it without even realizing what I was doing. This makes me realize how special my story is to me; that it's one I've been waiting most of my life to fully tell.

While there are many things my Rowaness and Sersiona have in common, there's one thing I'm grateful they don't: that crazy name. What was I thinking?!!

So without further ado, here is my short story, Sersiona. The corniness and melodramatic romance make me laugh, but all in all, I'm pretty pleased with what my younger self was able to write. (Click on each page to view larger.)