The woman made a few steps to the lake and suddenly the boy stood right in front of her. Shocked by his sudden appearance she stumbled a step backwards. 'So he must be the spirit of this lake' the woman thought. "Are you the spirit of this beautiful lake?" she asked. He nodded. "Do you have a name?" she wanted to know. He nodded again. "Can you tell me you name?" Again nodding, and then "Yes, my name is Clay" he answered. His voice had a calm and quiet tone. "That's a pretty name. I am Ashlyn. Nice to meet you" the woman said. A surprised look appeared in his deep blue eyes. "Nice?" he asked. "Yes, nice. Why shouldn't it be nice?"
A sad look appeared on the boy's face and he went to the water. "No one wants to meet me. They say I'm evil." "But you're not, right?" "No! I'm not!" the boy exclaimed. Ashlyn smiled "I'm here to proof that you are not evil. The villagers asked me to."
Ashlyn stayed the whole day at the lake. The spirit boy told her the real story behind the legend and she cried for him.
She cried because of the horrible things that happened to the boy and how he became the spirit of that lake.
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The cursed lake
FantasyYou would think magic doesn't exist anymore. You're wrong, most people just don't know that they have it and therefore don't use it. But what happens if a boy finds out about his magic and a horrible mistake his ancestor has made? Learn about the s...
