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The Water Goblin of Bohemia
The eerie beauty of Hollow Lake, where mist clings to the water and ancient willows guard its secrets. Beneath the still surface, unseen eyes watch, waiting

About Story: The Water Goblin of Bohemia is a Legend from czech-republic set in the Medieval. This Poetic tale explores themes of Romance and is suitable for Young. It offers Entertaining insights. A tale of forbidden love, eternal sorrow, and a curse that lingers beneath the waters of Bohemia.

In the heart of Bohemia, where the Vltava River winds like a silver thread through deep valleys and shadowed forests, lies a place spoken of in hushed voices. It is said that in the stillness of the Hollow Lake, where reeds whisper secrets to the wind and mist dances upon the surface, a creature lurks—a being as old as the water itself.

The villagers call him Vodník, the Water Goblin.

Some claim he is a spirit of sorrow, a lonely dweller of the depths. Others speak of him as a cruel trickster, dragging the unwary into his underwater lair, where he traps their souls in delicate porcelain cups.

But among all the stories, there is one that lingers like an unfinished song—a tale of love, betrayal, and a curse that time could not erase.

This is the legend of The Water Goblin of Bohemia.

The Depths of the Mire

The village of Hluboká nad Vltavou had always been wary of the Hollow Lake.

Surrounded by gnarled willows and thick marsh reeds, the water was deep and black, reflecting the sky like a bottomless mirror. Fishermen avoided it, their nets always coming back empty, and children were warned never to play near the shore.

"The Vodník watches," the elders would say. "He waits for a careless soul to wander too close."

They spoke of strange sounds at night—the laughter of a man that was not quite human, the distant echoes of a song sung from beneath the water. They spoke of vanishing livestock, of boats found drifting without their owners, of villagers who had walked toward the lake and never returned.

Few dared to test the tales.

And those who did… never spoke of what they had seen.

A young woman with brown curls kneeling by a dark lake, washing linens, unaware of glowing green eyes watching from beneath the water.
Lenka, the miller’s daughter, unknowingly draws the gaze of the Water Goblin as she washes linens at the lake’s edge.

The Miller’s Daughter

Lenka, the daughter of the village miller, was a girl with a restless heart.

Unlike the others, she did not fear the Hollow Lake. If anything, she felt drawn to it, fascinated by its eerie beauty. Whenever she came to wash clothes by the shore, she would pause to watch the rippling surface, wondering what lay beneath.

One evening, as the sun bled into the horizon, she wandered too close. The reeds swayed around her, the wind carrying a low, melodic whisper—almost like a voice calling her name.

She shivered and turned to leave, but then—

A movement in the water.

Something lurking just beneath the surface.

Her heart pounded as she peered closer, her breath catching in her throat. And there, in the deepening twilight, she saw eyes—two luminous, emerald eyes staring up at her.

Lenka stumbled back, her basket of linens tumbling to the damp earth.

And then, a voice—rich, smooth, and strange—slid through the air.

*"Do not be afraid, fair one."*

The water rippled. A shape emerged, pale as the mist.

And for the first time in centuries, the Water Goblin of Hollow Lake met the gaze of a mortal girl.

A Bargain with the Deep

Lenka should have run.

She should have turned and never looked back.

But something in the Vodník’s voice held her still.

He was nothing like the grotesque monster described in the village tales. His skin was pale as river-stone, his hair dark and heavy with water, and though his hands were webbed, they were elegant, not monstrous. His eyes, glowing a deep, unnatural green, seemed filled with sorrow.

*"I have watched you for many moons,"* he murmured, his voice carrying through the reeds. *"You are not like the others. You do not fear me."*

Lenka’s pulse pounded in her ears. Fear? Yes. But there was something else, too.

Curiosity.

*"What are you?"* she whispered.

A slow, sad smile crossed his lips.

*"A prisoner of the waters. A keeper of lost souls. But once, long ago, I was something more."*

She did not know why, but she believed him.

She returned to the lake the next evening. And the next.

And as the nights passed, she began to listen.

Love Beneath the Waters

The Vodník told her stories.

Stories of a time before his curse, when he had been a man—proud and noble, a prince of the rivers. But the water had claimed him, and now he was bound to the lake, unable to step upon dry land, doomed to linger in the depths until love set him free.

*"No soul has ever loved me,"* he confessed one night, his voice barely a whisper.

And against all reason, Lenka’s heart ached for him.

Night after night, she sat with him by the water’s edge. They spoke of life, of dreams, of loneliness.

And somewhere between the reeds and the whispers of the lake… she began to fall in love.

One moonlit night, as the air shimmered with silver mist, Vodník reached for her hand.

*"Stay with me, Lenka."* His voice was soft, pleading. *"Be my bride. In the water, you will never grow old. Never know sorrow again."*

Her breath caught.

For a heartbeat, she almost said yes.

But then she thought of her father, waiting for her at home. She thought of the warm sun, the scent of fresh bread, the laughter of her village.

And she knew she could not stay.

*"I cannot,"* she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. *"I belong above."*

The Vodník’s expression darkened.

*"No, Lenka. You belong with me."*

Then, in a heartbeat—he pulled her into the water.

A mysterious Water Goblin with webbed hands and glowing green eyes emerges from a dark lake, facing a young woman standing at the shore.
Under the moonlight, the Water Goblin rises from the depths, his emerald eyes fixed on Lenka, who is both mesmerized and afraid.

The Drowning of a Soul

The lake swallowed her.

Lenka thrashed, her lungs burning as the cold water wrapped around her. She tried to scream, but the sound was lost in the depths.

*"Do not fight,"* Vodník’s voice surrounded her, smooth as the current.

Darkness closed in. The surface became a distant blur, slipping further and further away.

And then—

A rush of silence.

She was no longer struggling. She was no longer breathing.

She was sinking.

And the Vodník was smiling.

The Curse of the Water Goblin

When Lenka awoke, she was no longer human.

Her skin was pale as the moonlit water. Her breath came not from her lips, but from the whispers of the lake itself.

She was Vodník’s bride.

But she was also his prisoner.

In the sunken ruins of his underwater palace, she found them—the porcelain cups, each one shimmering with a faint, eerie glow.

*"What are these?"* she asked, her voice hollow.

Vodník only smiled.

*"The souls of those who have joined me."*

Lenka understood then. She was not the first.

And she would not be the last.

A young woman sits sorrowfully on a stone throne in an underwater palace, surrounded by glowing porcelain cups containing trapped souls.
Lenka, now bound to the underwater realm, gazes at the porcelain cups holding lost souls, realizing she has become part of the Water Goblin’s curse

Epilogue: The Legend Lives On

Years passed. The village moved on.

But on some nights, when the moon hung low over the Hollow Lake, the villagers would hear it—a voice, echoing through the mist.

A woman’s voice.

A voice pleading to be free.

And beneath the water, the Vodník waited, his emerald eyes never blinking.

For another soul.

For another bride.

A ghostly young woman in a flowing dress stands above a misty lake, sorrowful, as ripples form beneath her. Faint green eyes glow underwater.
On some nights, villagers claim to see a spectral figure above the lake—Lenka’s lost soul—forever calling for freedom beneath the moonlight.

Some say it is only a fairy tale.

But those who have seen the ripples in the lake—they know better.

They know the Water Goblin is real.

And he is waiting.

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