When the dragon dared to look back they were running after one another, dragon gave a sigh of relief, then his muscles tightened and he shouted but Dívka and Muž were too distracted to notice him, he ran after them.
They ran for what seemed like miles, they ran further and further until Muž stopped, Dívka turned to look at him,
“I’ve run. Out. Of. Breath” Muž said panting, then he looked up at Dívka and froze still,
“Muž?” Dívka cried happily, still smiling,
“Dívka. You need to come to me, take my hand” his smile had faded and his voice was serious and scared,
“Muž?” Dívka’s happiness faded and she became scared,
“Grab my hand now!” Muž’s voice was harsh and instructive now, Dívka took a step back and shook her head. Tears came into Muž’s eyes as mist drifted down onto her and he shouted “COME TO ME NOW!”
Dívka had frozen and she was shaking “Muž help me, help me please!, MUŽ!” Dívka cried so loud for him that even nesou turned his head up in fear,
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“DÍVKA!” Muž screamed for her, she was screaming now her body shaking so violently she couldn’t do anything but scream, tears streamed down Muž’s face as he watched in terror, then suddenly dragon jumped over Muž’s head and hurtled himself and Dívka down to earth, Muž’s tear stained face never left them as Dívka reached out for him and he saw the worst thing of all, Dívka was becoming a kámen.
Furiously Muž ran back to his hammock where he’d left the flute, he ripped it open removing the fine thread inside and then he dropped it onto the floor and he collapsed in a flood of tears.
Dívka fell down, down to earth still screaming for Muž. CRASH! She landed on her back, feeling her dragon nudging her side she turned sideways to face him, see looked at his face, he was staring at her legs, the bottom of her dress and her knees downwards were already stone. She looked up at the moon, reached out her hand for Muž to grab it,
“Dívka” Muž cried on the floor, feeling the sand and holding onto the broken flute, he shut his eyes and when he opened them he knew what he must do. He took the wood and using the fire within him he made it into a rod then attached the fine thread to the end and cast a line hoping to find Dívka once more.
“Muž” came Dívka’s last cry, she turning her head down, her deep red hair drooping down off her shoulders in sadness, her hand curled down and then she froze, looking down, with her hand half curled she became a kámen and so did the whole forest of Fontána Modrá, never to move again.