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Post by Ashleigh Jennings on Jul 8, 2008 19:58:04 GMT -5
A creepy lake yes, but Ashleigh saw it as nothing less than beautiful. So much to her mother's dismay, Ash could be found sitting on the banks of the lake as it neared dusk. Now normally to anyone else of witch nature, this was a place that most would stay clear of. It was the very lake many were thrown into when they were suspected of inhabiting magic, or witchcraft. So ash knew that most would drown, but others, others would live, others like her kind. But more or less you could sometimes find skulls and bones in the mix of it all.
However, if you could get past the tales, the bones, and the awe the place held, it was truly a remarkable place. A place that Ash found comfort in. In her lap sat a flimsy journal full of blank pages, of memories that should have been made already. Blank pages that were wishing for something to be written down. It was amusing how many times Ash found herself at the lake, in the same position with the book in her lap. How many nights Ash sat there but did nothing. What was even more amusing was that she allowed it to happen.
Back at the Academy, Ash was a prissy organized girl. Well maybe not prissy, but she held class. She had to, or it wouldn't look truthfuly pure, something that she truly wasn't. So it was odd that she was sitting at the lake, sitting there, doing absolutely nothing, when there were so many things she should have been doing. It was so amusing that the mask had come off, and she was sitting there being more herself now then ever, and no one could see it. Though the one thing she hated loomed the air, and that was silence. So as the night progressed a soft hum fell from her lips, her green eyes on the lake, watching nothing, and liking it. |
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