The lake's lady
This the day in Freya past when she got cursed. I've written her as thriteen and her sister seven. If you have read my made up episodes, THERE IS NO FAE in this story! R&R people! (read&review)
8. That day.
"Freya, wake up!"
I opened my eyes to find my little sister jumping up and down on my bed.
"What?" I moaned as I rubbed my bleary eyes. It was still dark outside.
"Um, hello? I thought summer sunrise was your favourite?"
I jumped up excitedly, "Its summer already?"
My sister rolled her eyes but she was smiling and she wouldn't stay still, "Come on, get up!"
"Alright already!" I moaned and tried to make out that I was heaving out of bed.
She bounced along besides me as she pulled out my red dress. I smiled at her and waited.
"Well, aren't you gonna get dress?"
"I will once I had a little privacy." I raised my eyebrows at the last word.
"Cor, you thirteen year olds! I hope I will never become one." My sister moaned but she grinned and rushed outside.
I laughed after her as I threw on my dress. She was always like that ever since she came into this world. She poked me in the eye when I first held her but her little laugh stopped me from getting cross.
I entered the next room where Mother and Father slept and we shared meals. Sister slept in the little cupboard that, when it was empted last year, she gather her stuff and put them in there, saying it was her room now. She was weird alright.
Mother sat up in bed as her groggy eyes smiled at us, "Take care."
"We will mummy! Honestly, is that all what you say nowadays?" My sister said and I nudged her, "What??!!"
"Don't pull that innocence face, you know what."
"Alright, Freya. Sheesh. Bye Mummy!"
"Bye honeys."
We ran out the house, both of us forgetting our cloaks. Harder anyone was up in the little village as we ran past each house to the lake. We got there as the sun was beginning to rise over it.
It was beautiful. The wild flowers were just beginning to open their bulbs to the glorious sun, elegant in the rays. The calm blue lake shone in an orange glow, silently as the ripples danced. The mountains stood tall, covered in fire and the trees whispered softly in the wind.
"Look, look, Freya!" Sister shouted at me as she danced in the rays.
"I'm looking!" I grinned as I picked her up and spun her in the air. She shrieked happily.
"My apple tree has grown, look!" She screamed pointing to the tree that was dancing above us. We both had played in the apple tree that sat by the river but in one of the icy winter we had no choice but to chop it down. In the next spring, Sister had begged father to help her grow her own apple tree and now it had grown under her care, "See, sis?"
"Well done you!" I giggled as I help her climb the branches. We sat there watching the sun rise as we ate the ripe apples.
"Your birth mark is showing, sis." Sister said as the sun shone on my arm.
On my arm I had a strange faded mark that look like a spinning half leaves clover. When I had questioned Mother and Sister after that, she had said it was just a birth mark. It seemed hardly there most of the time so I've come to ignore it. But now it was a strong brown.
"What do you think it means?" Sister said as she poked at it. I shrugged, looking at it curiously.
"Shall we ask Mummy?" Sister asked.
"It's probably just a birth mark, like she says. Come on, we better get back to our chores."
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be queen and then I don't have to do chores!" My sister said as we jumped down from the tree.
"You have to be in the nobility blood line, sis, for that to happen."
"Well, the nobility blood line must have started of somehow. Everyone's meant to be equal so the blood line started common, meaning I can become queen!"
I shook my head at her but didn't pursue it. Knowing her, that would make her want to be queen even more.
"Let's go." I simply said and, taking her hand, we both started running back to the village.
Soon we could barely chat as we were running around doing this and that, me doing most of the running. Soon the sun was high in the sky and that meant I would have to start collecting wood for our houses.
I knew the forest like the back of my hand so it was no problem finding the right places. Sister wanted to come and help me but she had to help Mother. Even through I tended to get distracted by the flowers that grew nearby, I was fine with picking up sticks. Was.
"Hello, little girl."
I whipped around to find myself staring at a man, hidden in a cloak. He reminded me of a wolf, looking hungrily at me with his grey eyes. I shivered but I quickly nodded at him as I collected my pile of sticks.
"Would you like some help with that?" He said, friendly but his eyes glinted like ice.
"N-no, no it's f-fine. I can manage." I trembled as I tried to hurry away from him. He grabbed my arm, making me drop my pile.
"Don't go yet. I haven't introduced myself yet." He sneered and my heart started pounding as I struggled under his grasp.
"Let me go!"
I kicked at him, managing to hit where it would hurt. He gasped and his eyes glared now.
"You're gonna pay for that!" He snarled, producing a dagger in his giant hands. My heart froze as I stared at the sliver, glinting in the sun.
I tried to run but he was pushed me into a tree so I was trapped. I tried to scream but he covered my mouth with one hand and held the knife to my throat with the other.
Suddenly I felt warmth in my veins and into my eyes. He was thrown back by this warmth, his head smacking into a sharp rock that stood in the ground.
I started running, screaming as I went. I ran into Father who was finishing of chopping wood.
"Freya, what is it, what's happen?" He asked as he held me in his arms. I held him, struggling to calm my frantic gasps.
His eyes flickered to my arm and I looked too. The birth mark had turned black.
I felt him staring at me for a second before he lifted me up and carried me to our house. People stared at us. I didn't realise I was crying until I had been put down onto the bed and Mother had handed me a hankie. Sister squeeze my hand as I sobbed, sitting down besides me.
I told them what happened between shaking sobs, the fear of the man echoing cruelly in my head. Mother gently held me and Father place a hand gently on my shoulder.
"It's alright now Freya, you're safe."
How I wish that was true.
That night, I left the house to the lake. It was calmer there and I could think clearer.
If I had stayed at home, none of this would have probably happened.
I held screams and shouts from the villages. Wondering what on earth was happening; I picked myself up and hurried back. And stopped dead in my tracks as I reached the entrance.
Houses were engulfing in flames, smoke rising in the air. People were running out of the flames, screaming as they went, sobbing as they carried lifeless ones in their arms. I ran passed them looking for my family.
My home was ablaze, every nook and cranny suffering from the fire. Horror struck me as I realised my family were in their.
"No!"
I tried to run into the house to save them but I felt arms stopping me. People pushed me along back to safety, not letting me into the house. The screaming was me now as my burning home vanished around the corner.
Tripping over something, I was left in the village as the people had rushed away from the danger. As I stood up my eyes fell on an old woman.
Unlike everyone else, she stood there calmly as she watched the fire. She met my glaze and I saw the same grey wolf eyes I saw in the man earlier.
"You!" She snarled, "You killed my son!"
"It was an accident! He was going to hurt me!" I wept and I stared at her.
"And for what you've done, I curse you now. Curse you to kill for ever more!"
Her eyes flashed sliver and I was thrown back, pain shooting through my stomach. She smirked at me.
"When the midnight bell tolls, you will hunt and hunt for flesh and blood. Nothing will lift this curse, druid! Remember that." And with those words she vanished.
The survivors didn't live for long. The madness of my curse got them and left me sobbing each day. I was on the run for the rest of my life, living from druid to druid's camp. I was hated, unwanted, thrown away like a broken toy. I suffered for the rest of my life.
I hope I've written this well. Next chapter is the goodbye scene!