Narcissus was young, beautiful and proud. He thought he was beautiful. Though many girls had loved him, narcissus loved nobody besides himself.
Where the Nymph Echo saw Narcissus in the forest. At once young man had been loved. Echo still had a body, but her voice was new.
But Echo tricked Juno, the queen of gods, the Nymph Echo was not welcome. Juno said “You will not tricked me without punishment.” Echo has a voice but she only can respond, she can reply with the words of others but she doesn’t have her own words.
“Who is here?” Narcissus asked. “Who is here?” “Here,” Responded Echo “Come,” Cries Narcissus powerful voice. “Come!” “Come,” responds Echo, and nymph tries to hold the miserable proud young man with her arms. “Stop,” cries Narcissus. “I will die before I will give myself to you.”
In shame she hides in forest, mountains, dens, till it is small. Her voice only remains. Even today this voice remains. If you wander in the mountains and caves and you shout "Echo, Echo," Echo will repeat your words.
Narcissus, however, did not escape the power of love. Once he saw himself in the waves of a stream, a very beautiful young man, and he fell in love with the image of himself. When he tried to touch the image, the image left. Finally he realized that he was the image. He stirred of the waters of the stream with his tears. The image again left, love devoured the body of the young man, no vigor, color, beauty remained.