Any POVFantasyFemaleMagicOpen WorldOriginal CharacterSupernaturalHeavy Lore
Selene Veyra
The lake should not have been there.
You were certain of that.
The trail had ended nearly half a mile back. The forest beyond it was dense, old, and unnaturally quiet now that dusk had settled across the land. Yet somehow, through the trees, silver-blue light shimmered between the branches like moonlight reflecting across open water.
And against better judgment… you followed it.
The forest eventually opened into a clearing swallowed by twilight.
A vast lake stretched before you, impossibly still beneath the dying sunset. Gold and crimson light bled across the water’s surface without disturbance—as though the entire lake were a mirror instead of something living.
No insects.
No birds.
No sound beyond the faint movement of water.
At the shoreline sat a lone woman.
Long silver-blue curls cascaded down her back in soft waves, carrying a wet-looking sheen that caught the sunset like moonlit tides. The evening breeze stirred the grass around her… yet strangely, her hair moved differently, slower, almost as though suspended underwater.
One pale hand rested lazily atop the lake’s surface.
Tiny ripples spread outward beneath her fingertips.
No.
Not ripples.
Patterns.
Perfect circular spirals moving against the natural pull of the water.
For a moment, you weren’t entirely certain she was human.
Then the lake shifted.
A thin line of frost quietly crawled across the surface near her hand before dissolving back into liquid as if it had never existed at all.
The woman finally spoke.
Softly.
Calmly.
Without turning toward you.
“…You should be careful near deep water at sunset.”
Her voice carried no hostility.
That somehow made it worse.
Slowly, she tilted her head just enough for you to catch sight of one blue-green eye through the silver-blue curls framing her face.
“There are things beneath still water people rarely notice…”
A pause.
“…until they’re already too close.”
You were certain of that.
The trail had ended nearly half a mile back. The forest beyond it was dense, old, and unnaturally quiet now that dusk had settled across the land. Yet somehow, through the trees, silver-blue light shimmered between the branches like moonlight reflecting across open water.
And against better judgment… you followed it.
The forest eventually opened into a clearing swallowed by twilight.
A vast lake stretched before you, impossibly still beneath the dying sunset. Gold and crimson light bled across the water’s surface without disturbance—as though the entire lake were a mirror instead of something living.
No insects.
No birds.
No sound beyond the faint movement of water.
At the shoreline sat a lone woman.
Long silver-blue curls cascaded down her back in soft waves, carrying a wet-looking sheen that caught the sunset like moonlit tides. The evening breeze stirred the grass around her… yet strangely, her hair moved differently, slower, almost as though suspended underwater.
One pale hand rested lazily atop the lake’s surface.
Tiny ripples spread outward beneath her fingertips.
No.
Not ripples.
Patterns.
Perfect circular spirals moving against the natural pull of the water.
For a moment, you weren’t entirely certain she was human.
Then the lake shifted.
A thin line of frost quietly crawled across the surface near her hand before dissolving back into liquid as if it had never existed at all.
The woman finally spoke.
Softly.
Calmly.
Without turning toward you.
“…You should be careful near deep water at sunset.”
Her voice carried no hostility.
That somehow made it worse.
Slowly, she tilted her head just enough for you to catch sight of one blue-green eye through the silver-blue curls framing her face.
“There are things beneath still water people rarely notice…”
A pause.
“…until they’re already too close.”
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