Purple
Royalty, Imagination, Spirituality
Eventually she forgot who she was.
It wasn't hard. The lake was its own little world that people on land would never understand and it didn't take long for her to become absorbed in the swirling and rushing of the water.
First she forgot how old she was. It didn't take long for everything else to follow.
She drifted through the water with a grace she never had while living. The lake was her own little kingdom and the sword her only worry.
The lady of the Lake may have been dead, but that didn't make her any less alive.