Prologue
My name is Freya. "The lady of the lake", if you will.
Many people who have told stories about me always call me by that nickname.
"Why are you called that? What is it about that name that makes it so special?" people in the modern generation might inquire, and they probably still do to this day.
Some people assume I got it from when I used to live in a little cottage that looked out into the lake. That, as much as I'd like to think so, wasn't where I got my name from. It is much more than that.
You might think I had a typically boring, somewhat easy-going life, but it wasn't that simple.
Since I had joined a secret group, my once innocent life had been in vile torment and misery day after day without end. It became even worse when one particularly frightful day, the once beautiful village I lived in and the people that once inhabited it were all destroyed by a powerful supernatural force; one that I wasn't able to control or put an end to. You can imagine how distraught I was after the incident.
When I thought all chances of finding hope were lost, a miracle happened before my very eyes. A miracle so great it stayed within my memories for all eternity. In the situation I am in right now is deemed unlikely.
If only it weren't so.
If only I could break these chains holding me down and be free, free from all of my troubles and go back to the people I had loved and cherished the most, especially one person in particular.
Before I end up spoiling anything any further, I will now tell you a story about how it happened, and most importantly, how I became the "lady of the lake".