The mist sat on the outstretched limbs in droplets. High in the sky somewhere there was sunshine, but by the time it reached the upturned face of the small girl, it was nothing but a glimmer of light. The world around her was shrouded in shadows.

Her feet were bare. Her skin was cold to the touch, but she didn’t mind. All she could think about was the figure in front of her. The tall, ethereal being was magnificent. Echoing in her mind she could hear the voices of the people of her village telling her to not follow it. Her whole life she had been warned about her. There were cautionary tales told to children as they sat on the knees of their mothers, and whispers in the darkness of mysterious sightings.

But, then Ophenlee saw her. There was a soft glow that clung to her pristine white robes. Raven black hair swam down the front of her body, shrouding the face of this mysterious being.

And, without a single word spoken, a feeling unlike anything Ophenlee had experienced filled her world. It was haunting, deliciously sweet, intoxicating.

She had to get closer to this being. She had to touch her, see her, simply be in her presence.

By the time the young girl’s senses snapped back for a brief moment, her feet were sunken deep into the mud surrounding the lake. For a brief moment Ophenlee fought the urge to continue pursuing her fixation, but then she could no longer resist. The icy cold of the lake’s water crept up past her knees, to her chest, and finally above her nose.

The last glimpse the young girl had was of glowing, blue eyes peering from between curtains of inky hair before the lake laid claim to her body.