Fairy Spring

Once upon a time there was a village no one knew its name. People of this village worked all together and after harvesting any crop, would divide it among themselves. But, there was a strange accident. One year when all the people were reaping wheat and barley, suddenly all the men and women became solid like stone and remained motionless in their places. After elapsing one thousand years, one day in the middle of summer a young man named Mord was awakened from his one thousand year sleep and the sickle in his hand hit the dried clusters of wheat and barley that due to it they were poured onto the ground. He again moved his sickle and afterwards erected his loin and sharpened the sickle by a whetstone he had in his pocket and wanted to reap the wheat that noticed all the people, women and men, standing and sitting, were motionless. He went and hit on the shoulder of an old man bowing near him to reap wheat, but the old man fell down. Whatever Morad moved him he had no reaction. He was like a statue. Morad remained astonished. He touched clusters of wheat and noticed they had also become stone. He was greatly frightened. He touched men and women being around his farm and found out that their village had been witched. Frightened and confused ran out of the wheat field. He went close to the village and saw no one in the village was in motion and even smokes rising from chimneys were suspending in air without going higher or defusing or diffusing. Whatever he shouted no one reacted to him. He noticed that except himself, only his horse was in motion and neighing. Morad went along the river. Everyone and everything he saw on his way had become of stone, for example a dog that was coming toward the river, a young woman who was carrying a sheaf of wheat, a girl with a water skin on her shoulder, an old woman who was putting dough into the oven, a few children who were playing, or hens and roosters that were eating seeds from the ground.
Morad was going out of the village. He ran toward the mountain where his horse was fearfully neighing and coming toward him. As soon as the horse reached the man jumped on the saddleless horse and the horse returned back and galloped swiftly toward the mountain. The horse passed the valley and galloped until when it reached an aging tree that was casting shadow near a mill. The horse stopped. The miller had also become stone and his mill was dusty, but the tree was green and leafy. Morad shook the branches of the tree in order that his horse ate them, and went to lie down in shadow of the tree. He was half asleep when heard a voice from the side of the mountain saying come . . . soon come. Afterwards, he heard another voice. As if two persons were talking together: "Oh sister! Did you hear the voice? Someone is talking at the top of the mountain. Did you hear it? It is the voice of the fairy of spring who is calling this young man who is sleeping under the tree and wanted him to help her. I wonder if this young man is asleep or awake. He is from this same village no one knows its name now. After one thousand years, today at noon, the spell of this young man and his horse and this tree on its branch we are sitting was revoked. One thousand years ago, the black demon who was the enemy of the fair of spring, made this village and its people stone. If this young man hears our sound, he have to get up and shake the branches of this tree and gather the fallen leaves and beat them by the stone existent in front of the mill and pure them to the napkin fastened to his loin and go up the mountain and find the spring and wash his body by its water in order the fair of spring be revived. When the fairy becomes alive, she will begin to dance, and then the river and grass and the village's people and animals and birds will be revived and the life will begin again." The other bird said: "Now, where is the demon? If it gets up, it will kill the young man. What should he do be safe from the demon?" The first voice answered: "He must go seven homes to reach the summit of the mountain. He will arrive there after seven days. He will see a cave beside the spring from which the spring of the fairy is sourced. The demon is fallen inside that cave. As soon as the fairy wakes up, the millennial sleep of the demon will be ended too. The young man must first break the stone demon by a big stone and take the broken stones far from the spring and drop them into a well or pit and awaken the fairy. If he does so, the demon will not be awaken to pollute the water."
When Morad heard these speeches, he sneezed and stood up and saw two pigeons flied from the tree into the air. He was watching them until when they were too far to be seen. Immediately he shook the branches of the tree and beat the leaves well by the stones existent in front of the mill and poured them into the napkin he had on his loin and rode the horse and went toward the summit of the mountain. He was going day and night and passed seven homes. At the seventh home he arrived at the same cave that the pigeons had said about it. He saw a stone back demon was fallen in front of the cave. He also saw a spring that was dusty and the fish inside it were motionless. At a corner there was also a beautiful fairy made stone. Morad looked around himself and took a big stone and began to break the stone demon. He such continued beating it that it became completely crushed. Then in several times fetching he dropped all the stone pieces into a far distant pit and poured soil onto them in the pit and covered the stones and the pit completely. When he was relieved of the thought of the demon, he went toward the fairy and opened his napkin and washed throughout the head and body of the fairy with the crushed leaves. Then he noticed that her body was warming up little by little and her heart was also moving little by little. When being washed several times, suddenly she opened her eyes. Morad looked around him and saw the fish were in motion and braches of trees were shaking and there were sounds coming from far and near.
Morad was watching from there. Revived women and men of the village who didn't know what happened for them had begun to reap wheat and barley. Life had begun in the village again. At the sunset, everybody was returning home, but there was no news from Morad. Nobody knew anything about this young man or saw him. Several days elapsed so. The people worried about Morad since they knew anything about neither him nor his horse. They followed the trace of his horse and reached the summit of the mountain in front of that cave. There the horse's trace lost. After that no one saw Morad either, and also customs of the village changed. No longer people worked together. They bordered the lands and everyone worked for himself/herself. Walls were built about homes to prevent interference of others in personal lives. They also named this village as Fairy Spring. Old men of the village tell that every spring has a fairy, and as far as she is alive the spring will not dried up. Fairy and Morad are soul of the spring. As far as they exist, the spring gives out water from the ground.