Partials

I saw it

I saw it. In the meadow beyond the woods. I have heard the legends but never believed it to be true.

Legend goes there is a lake, hidden in the meadow. How that could be, I don't know. In this lake where fairies guard their nests and mermaids swim in the depths, there is an old rickety boat. If you get in the boat, it will take you to your one true desire (Or the one thing you need to be powerful in life, depending on who's telling the legend).

I was on my daily walk throughout the woods, looking for good maple trees to tap for syrup. It was during this walk I happened to stumble upon the meadow. It was a small thing, and I immediately thought of how absurd the legend sounded. How could a lake fit in this small clearing?

Curiously, I walked to the apparent middle and looked around. This clearing was too small to even fit a house. After a few circles around, just looking at all the trees, the meadow transformed. All of the sudden I turned in another circle and the scenery had become one of a beautiful shore and lake. Sunlight danced off the water and the trees seemed to sway to music I couldn't hear. A breeze seemed to blow out from the small waves and escape through the still trees. I filled with excitement knowing this part of the legend was true, but what of the rest?

My eyes danced along the rocky shore, searching for a sign of a boat tied up. I spotted something, a way off, and headed in that direction. A tiny little boat, the smallest I've ever seen, and the oldest too, was sitting in the shallows. It looked as though it could barely fit one person. I boarded, however shakily, and it became surprisingly roomy. I untied it from the dock, or what appeared to be a dock, but was actually a long piece of wood jutting out dangerously from a bank next to the shore. The boat began to move. Suddenly I felt very tired, and the breeze very warm. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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I awoke with a light slapping of water against the sides of the tiny boat, and a bumping of the boat against an extremely small island. My grogginess transformed into excitement, and I carefully stepped up onto the bank. There was a wooden box sitting upon a stone circle in the center of the tiny island. The square box was about 1 foot in area and had a rusty latch and handle. My hands became clammy and my forehead beaded with sweat. What could be in this box? Should I even look? Once again, curiosity struck and I decided to open the box.

The contents were surprising. The box held what I desired, and what I needed to be powerful in life.

A mirror.

{Inspired by Harry Potter, In the Hall of the Dragon King(It's I really good boo I read)-HAPPY EASTER!🐇✝️💐}