Got the idea for this from a poem called Cold Knap Lake. All the characters are my own though, Lake Rannoch is actually a place in Scotland, but never been there and everything that happens there are just from my imagination. :) enjoy
Lake Rannoch. I stood there, watching the mist creeping up the lake. The claw like branches scraping the surface of the flat, glass like water. Tiny little drops of rain fell silently, wobbling the reflections of the pine trees in the water. A leaf rustles in the slight wind and crows squawked high in the sky. People tell you not to come here, but, that just makes you want to go more. The anticipation overrides you, the little voice in the back of your mind, telling you to do something. Lake Rannoch, the place where it happened The place I swore I wouldn't come back.
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