I’ve had a story in mind… and have the beginning started… but at this time need a little input on it… so I thought I’d begin here… I’d like opinions on this so far… and please be honest… I want this to be my first literary work published… (LOL romance writer of the year!)
She stood in a meadow. As the mist rose around her, a light breeze stirred her skirt. A lone loon cried its song of love to an empty lake. She could see the moon, a large glowing orb, just beginning to rise in the evening sky. She stood alone on a small rise, watching the moon, feeling the breeze and mist upon her skin, her long red hair lightly stirring?
She stood heartache weighing heavy on her lost soul. She could not see the beauty around her, hear the sounds of the evening, or delight in the moon in its splendor. She stood lost to the night. She turned slowly towards the loch, as a Knight stood watching her from the shelter of the trees, his steed standing quietly at his side. Amazed by the sight he had happened upon?
Had he found a muse in the glade? Was this a goddess come to earth? Should he dare approach? Or would she suddenly just fade from his sight. A moon such as this could play tricks on a man?s soul, or had the gods deemed him finally worthy of such a prize? As he watched, his heart began to ache. His soul wanted to approach the muse in the meadow. His mind searching for words to approach?
She stood as in a trance, with tears of despair sliding down her face. She slowly walked towards the black waters of the loch?
The knight stood in amazement. What did this lovely vision intend? Was she leaving? He stood unable to comprehend the scene before him. Was she going to bathe? This loch was long and dark. ?Twas said a monster lived within its black waters?
She walked on through the night mist. This world held no love for her. All hope had long ago departed, despair had come to dwell within her heart. She walked into the loch, feeling nothing?
For a moment the knight stood amazed, then reality hit him. The Lady had come to die. His steed snorted, having sensed the despair and now the danger. The Knight?s heart lurched. He moved without thought, or concern for his own well being. He feared he would not reach the loch in time. Fear lent speed to his feet. His cry of warning echoing across the loch?
The Lady walked on into the cold black water. She did not hear the cry. She felt nothing, but the cold dark water engulfing her body and soul. Her hot tears now mingled with the cold waters of the loch. Again the loon cried it?s lonely song of love?
The Knight reached the edge of the loch, just as the Lady?s head seemed to sink into the loch. He screamed in agony and dove into the water. He reached the spot he thought he seen her go under and reached down into the black water of the loch. He felt cold flesh and lock his hand around it pulling with all his strength, slowly he pull the Lady out of the water. He carried her to the rise he first seen her standing upon. The Knight gazed down at her beauty and asked the gods why? She seemed to be at peace, slumbering?