CHAPTER 1
He didn't care about the dark human like figure he saw on the other side of the lake and thought it could have been just his imagination or perhaps some bush or shadow of some nearby tree cast by the vivid full moon on the pale plane of the night sky. He just sat by the tree on a large rock and continued to scribble something on a notebook. Not sure who he was or where he'd come from, he just thought to himself " who am I ? , what am I ?"
As he was just about to dip his quill in the pot of ink , he realised the pot made from a carving rock that held ink just a while ago was now empty. " I ran out again." He was planning to fill it up but the beauty of the lake and the sweet breeze took over his body. He put the quill into the empty pot and the notebook aside and just lied down on the grass and used fold up banana leaves as pillow. There was something unsettling about the figure as if it was staring at him for ages and every time the figure made the slightest movement a shiver ran down his spine. He quickly brushed it off as hallucination and just shut his eyes.
CHAPTER 2
*in a dream*
Kid 1: "Who is that?"
Kid 2:"Oh I wouldn't go near her if I were you!"
Kid 1:"Why?"
Kid 2:"She is really weird , she never talks to anyone and last night my mom told me she was sitting by a lake all alone , such a weirdo !"
He sprang up, his body covered in thick sweat
"Why do I keep having that dream?"
He didn't know how long he has been asleep as he noticed the sun was already up. He went down to the lake to wash his face he realized the figure was gone. When he came back to the tree he noticed the pot of ink was full. He didn't think much of it , he thought he refilled it and had forgotten about it. He sat on the rock and started to write something again. "A poet !" He thought to himself "that's what I am, a poet. But what am I doing here of all places and where did I come from , and why on earth am I scribbling poems? " at that moment his mind was blank. He walked back to the lake and took a deep breath. He listened as the lake washed up on the edge of the forest filled with pebbles and stones. He picked up a stone and skipped it into the lake, the stone bounced on the water three times before sinking. He stood there for few seconds until the stone he just skipped into the lake shot back bruising his forehead. "What was that?" He was confused for a while until he remembered what he was scribbling in his notebook. His body stiffened as fear took over.
He remembered writing in the notebook about how skipping a stone into a lake will cause the stone to be shot back at the person who threw it.
"It couldn't be!" He rushed back grabbed the notebook and ran back to the lake again.to make sure it wasn't just a coincidence he grabbed another stone and tossed it into the lake. Just like the last time , few seconds later the stone shot back. He saw it coming so he barely managed to dodge it. Fear was written all over his face as it paled out and he broke down shivering.
"How is this possible?" He ripped the page from the notebook and crumbled it tossing it into the lake. He stood up picked another stone and flicked it into the lake. He waited for a few seconds as he watched the stone break the uniform calmness of the lake and he watched as the stone made ripples throughout the lake. Nothing. The dark hued lake was silent. Nothing shot back this time. "A magic lake! , whatever I write in the notebook will effect the lake , but if the page is torn off the effect is gone. This is brilliant!"
