The lady of the lake

The lady of the lake(Sophie) In the calming breeze from the river bank, a child would softly sit. Gazing into the water of shine, as a tear fell from their eyes. Kneeling slightly the child wept, hearing the echoes of a dripping sound, slowly they looked up, and seemed some what shocked, twas a lady standing upon the water of the lake. What was she, the child thought, looking towards the beautiful figure, who slowly began to walk towards him. Her voice as soft and gentle, but came across like there was something she was hiding, but it wasn’t that easy to pick up, behind the kind expression.

“Are you lost little boy?” The lady spoke gently, looking toward the young weeping boy, gently holding out a hand. As her long wavy hair, that was of ebony black, fell upon her soft gentle hands of snow white. As she offered a sad lonely smile, wiping the young boy’s tears away from his eyes, letting his tears roll down her fingers. The boy looked up at the lady, with a bit more of a shocked expression now, as he noticed that her hands were almost as cold as her soft gentle voice. Looking at the clothing the lady was wearing, he noticed that it looked somewhat grand, expensive looking, but also he noticed that the dress was made of waterlilies, and other materials that floated in the lake.

“N-N-no Milady…” The young boy stumbled, with a strong English accent. His gaze now completely on the lady, who would be standing on the water. “Who are you? How do you know this trick?” He mumbled, noticing the young beauty with a soft smile upon her face. His soft tanned cheeks flashed a shade of soft red, seeing her lovely smile. The lady’s hand would sit gently upon his cheek, looking into the shine in his eyes, as her expression turned to one of sadness or regret. Which made the boy think of what his father said, when he was a child. “Are you my mother?” The child spoke softly, as his eyes began to water. The lady just offered a soft smile, and would nod. As she was now a spirit of the lake, due to her body being thrown into the water after being burnt at the stake.

The young lady, who used to be known by the name Alexandra, stroked the young boys cheek, with a soft smile, with a hint of sadness in it. As she would help the boy walk onto the water with her, as she would look from the riverbank, at a burning corpse, the corpse of the young boy. The boy wouldn’t understand properly why he could now walk on the water, until he saw the reflection of something in the lake, some sort of red light. Then the boy would turn his head gently, to see what his mother saw, the site of his own body burning in the flames, of ‘cleansing’. As a local priest would be standing by the burning body, reading verses from the bible, and throwing holy water down onto the burning body.

As the lady looked down gently to the boy, she seemed somewhat sad, as she watched her son’s body burn. “Come on… We no longer belong here, William…” Alexandra spoke gently, placing her hand onto his back, turning him around gently, as he began to walk with her, across the lake. Towards a forest, where a light was waiting for them both. As they both slowly walk into the light, they held each other’s hand, and closed their eyes. Slowly they began to hear the laughter of children, in heaven they were playing around happily, looking at the new arrivals. Giving them all a polite grin. This was the first time Alexandra and William felt wanted.