This is my first story its based of the mith of the lady of the lake (Arthurian legand)
Into the depths
A gentle breeze rippled across the smooth lake, causing small waves to drift down the expanse and brushed its cool fingers across the trees making them lean without will. The grass embellished with sweet yellow flowers wavered in the wind; they seemed to know something wonderful yet deadly to the young woman with a babe strapped to her breast, and being used for support by a man of middle years. Slowly she came down a nearby hill, her blond hair carelessly waving across her face and rested by the lake, Elaine, fresh from escape of her husband's kingdom. The husband who lay in the grass fighting for his life.
The kingdom had been taken by king Claudas and she had been forced to flee. Carefully her shaking hands she untied the babe and led him between the flowers, close to the lake.
"My noble son Lancelot, one day you will avenge this great injustice for your farther" spoke brave Elaine fondly. Though this she knew would never happen, her son had an illness no-one could cure. With a smile she turned from the giddy babe to tend her husband's wounds. Her gentle hands softly caring for his wounds.
Smooth, slim hands, glittering white reached out of their watery layer, revelling the secret the flowers kept so well. Ceasing the boy they crept down into the depths. Realising her son had been taken to a watery grave Elaine tears came to Elaine, water stain her cheeks and caused circles to appear in the lake. Her final good bye to a young son. Knowing she had lost everything but her unconscious husband. She had no-one to confront her in her time of most need.