Water

Water

The air is cool, calm, and quiet. No animals are stirring tonight, not that any would dare venture close enough to see what lies beyond the thick of the trees. The trees are old, all teetering in the ground as if they could fall at any moment. But none will fall in this part of the woods, not a leaf with float, not a branch will crack. There is no sound in this part of the forest. One could say the only thing that lives in this area is the seldom unfortunate souls that lose their ways among the endless greens. 

Deep within this forest lies a lake. Deeper than the eye can see and as dark as the night sky, one could say this lake has no end. There are no ripples upon the lakes surface, nothing can penetrate the thick glassy surface that years of isolation have built upon the crystalline liquid. 

Nothing lives inside of the water. There are no fish, there is no plant life. Some say that everything that touches the water will suddenly be sapped of life, earning the lake the title of ‘Cursed’. 

In the year the village across from the forest burned down many lives were lost, many tears were shed. The beautiful drops that harbor so much emotion and sorrow were whisked away into the sky, as soon as they were shed. And with that came the rains. Beautiful and delicious rains. Rains that filled rivers and quenched farms, providing much life and prosperity throughout the land, in hope that they may move on from the tragedy that hit them. 

But the rains had another purpose. The clouds were black and angry, lightning and thunder cracked menacingly above as the gods released their own torrent of beautiful sadness. A sadness the villagers once shared, tears they once cried, water they once created. 

The lake sits untouched. It’s pristine crystal like surface unlooked upon. With the waters eternal resting and isolation comes the birth of new life in another world. Thus the purifying qualities of water are shown.