The Lake: A Fictional Narrative

Fara panicked at the gesture, and clung close to Xhaiden. Her breath faltered as she watched the shadow loom over her attacker's hand and form a sturdy, solid shape. She wanted to scream, let the sound rip her vocal chords out of her throat in terror at the awful sight. Now in his hand was a firm object, a pistol, that gleamed with gloomy highlights upon its barrel.

Immediately, someone pressed a laminated paper into hers, and curled it into a ball, holding his hand over her fist. She was translated into the home scape, and they fell on their backs onto a grassy land.

Her mind shifted to the field, with its tufts of nature grazing her limbs, in the same way the grass was doing here. But instead of being comforted by the wheat, she was itched terribly by the sharp blades in which they

Sure enough, he had casted them to the lakeside. Dropping the picture, they went at the lake. Her legs grew weary, and she let them bend, allowing the light to carry her.

She was given the opportunity to see the lake at its fullest beauty, with the waters clouded but yet shining with sunlight in some areas, and the waves calmly aiming past them.

Never in her life had she seen a body of water this big, except in history books where maps charted the oceans they were surrounded by decades ago. According to the maps, they were a continent, an enormous island that settled on the earth's plates, or the "quake rifts" as they had nicknamed them.

To see the new colors born into existence as the lake relayed over itself was peaceful, and it amazed her how wonderful it was, this hole in the earth that became filled by something whole and complete.

She looked into the horizon, trying to see beyond the lake; it was impossible, it seemed to go on forever. Just ahead, to their left, was a tall bridge that was built over the water, roaring with automobiles that drove on it.

Her moment was