The lady

The stars twinkle. The waters gleam in the pale moonlight. The woods whisper, speaking in a tongue long forgotten by mankind. The hills in the distant stand severe, almost as if they were guarding these ancient lands. Amidst all this walks a lonely lady, almost unaware of the world around her.

Her footfalls are heard by none. The leaves that she walks on, remain untouched. The winds don’t seem to touch her. The moonlight just shines off her, bathing her in its strange light.

He follows her every move closely. Unseen by others, he makes her the prey. With feline grace he follows in her footsteps. However, his every footfall leaves a mark behind. It’s as if he belongs to this world, whereas she does not.
The moonlight dances on her skin. Beautiful as a pearl, to the man she seems. Her strangeness, magnifies her beauty, in his eyes.

She pauses, looking over at the gargantuan body of water stretching around for miles, right in front of her. He pauses too. There is not a soul to be seen around anywhere, not a sound to be heard. The water is eerie in its calmness.
The hunter, with fear in his heart, looks at his object of desire. He lets out a warning cry but, knows that he is too late. Without even a glance around, she takes a plunge into the lake. The man’s cries pierce the deadly silence. Yet even the heart rendering scream cannot touch the strange eeriness of the lake and it remains as still as death.