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A Chance Encounter





She walks in silence. Her graceful figure revealed only by the moonlight, cast upon the Lake of Shadows. Her white dress flows about her, as she slowly lowers herself onto a smooth boulder near the waters edge. Amidst the sounds of night creatures, her tender weeping comes in waves, sobs of deepest grief, more haunting then the wolves’ mournful moon serenade. She breaths the night air into her aching breast, her heart wounded, bleeding, and filled with such grief, she wishes for the comforting blanket of death. She looks up into the night sky, and as she used to do as a child, scans the heavens for her star. Then, finding it's ever present glimmering hope, she closes her eyes and makes a wish. In her heart she wishes that for just one night, her heart would know true love, and tender passion. She casts her wish across the lake as she begins to sing a wordless enchanted melody. Rising slowly she allows her dress to fall in a pool at her feet. Then slipping her soft, naked flesh, into the moonlit waves, she removes the burning sting of her own tears. She delights in the shivers overcoming her body, as the wind caresses her bare breasts. So enraptured by the lakes calming waters, she baths unaware of the dark figure, hidden by ancient trees, he smiles.... watching her every movement!

He stands just inside the tree line partially hidden by the ancient trees that make up this part of the old forest. He came to this lake because of what the old wise woman told him earlier in the day. So here he stands, thoughts bouncing around inside of his head as he watches the figure of a woman disrobe and walk into the lake and begin to bath herself with the cool calming waters. He had hoped to spend a few moments to himself to center himself and collect his thoughts. Instead he watches her with a growing desire that shocks him to his core. A thought pops into being; “could she be the one the old woman was referring to? What chance of that happening at this moment in time?” Shaking his head to rid himself of that thought he silently moves closer to see her more clearly. Suddenly the creatures of the night go silent, he freezes listening to hear what disturbed them. Out of the tree line not five feet away, death in the shape of a large black hellcat with glowing red eyes stalks unperturbed towards the woman in the water. He reaches behind his back for his sword and rushes out of the trees towards the hellcat.

She turns around at the sounds behind her, her eyes go wide as she screams at the top of her voice. For out of the forest comes a creature the likes of which she has only heard about in fairy tales headed straight towards her. Off to the side rushes a giant of a man with a sword in his hands angling towards the monstrous beast from hells dungeon. She stands in the waves watching in horror as the beast advances between her and the stranger running from the tree line. He bends down and picks up a rock, throwing it at the black beast causing it to stop and face him. He notices that the maiden is still in the water and that the beast from hell is between them. She watches frozen in fear, as this brave man faces the enraged beast. Her heart beats furiously to the point of pain, for what if this stranger should be wounded or worse in her defense. He deftly maneuvers the beast away from the maiden by putting his body between her and the noxious hell hound. She runs to hide behind the strength of her unknown, courageous protector, and prays to the heavens for his victory. This darkly handsome man seems to have no fear of the razor sharp teeth, only inches from his own body. He glances behind him at the sudden movement forgetting for the moment the snarling beast in front of him.



The hellcat snarls, and in a massive show of strength, pounces upon the huge man sending his sword flying and knocking him to the ground. The beast raises one of its mighty paws, claws ready to fatally wound this human who dares to stand between it and its prey. Lowering its paw it traps his head between its massive claws. The beast flashes its fangs within an inch of his face snarling loudly. The maiden screams and backs away from the beast now atop of her would be rescuer. Showing no fear he stares into the black soulless eyes on top of him his dagger gleaming wickedly as he thrusts it into the beast’s body in one swift, fluid motion. The hellcat roars in pain, as the dagger finds its mark....straight and true the blade strikes the heart. The maiden cries out in relief, to see the terrible beast fall in defeat. He pushes the now dead beast off of his body and slowly regains his feet. He wipes the blood off of his dagger on the fur of the dead beast pondering where it came from and why did it attack the maiden. These questions and more flit through his brain as he turns towards the maiden. She falls at her hero's feet, her voice weeping her thanks for his kindness. She is unaware of her soft, sweet skin laid bare before him, her moon lit bathing forgotten. Her mind and heart are filled with gratitude, as she looks up into his eyes. A tender smile graces her lips, as she waits for him to speak.



The questions float through his head outweighing the desire at seeing her gleaming body displayed willingly before him, he lets out an exasperated sigh, he strides over to where his sword lay in the grass and picks it up to return it to the sheath on his back. Striding over to where her clothing is piled, he reaches down and picks up her dress and walks back to where she is still kneeling. He reaches out his hand to her pulling her to her feet as he thrusts the dress into her hands. He asks her the question that has been on his mind since he first saw her.

“Why are you out here and what was that beast doing going after you?”



With a look of great sorrow haunting her eyes, she speaks softly, barely a whisper her words drifting across the cool breeze sending ripples over the glass surface of the lake.

“The beast shall return, as he has since the very night I was born. There is no place to find shelter from his hunger, his lust for my spilled blood. For so long I have searched for the cause of this curse. My mother refused to answer my pleas, my questions from my childhood. I begged her to tell me, why a guard was ever present at the entrance to my bedchamber. As a little child I was plagued nightmares of a beast with glowing eyes like fire, chasing me through the forest, his angry, desperate growls following me...I couldn't outrun him...there was no escape. I would awaken from these dreams, crying out for my mother, begging her to hide me. She refused to speak of my nightmares, but I have often overheard her talking with my father. Hushed voices worry like slow poison, killing the dreams, the very future of my family. I wish with all of my heart to know why I have been chosen to endure this curse. A curse that has left me alone.”



Pacing back and forth in front of her he desperately tried to absorb the words that issued from her lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her body as he realized that she had failed to don her clothing instead she was holding her dress down by her side as she waited for a response. Stopping in front of her he took her chin in his hand and gently raised it so that she looked him in the eyes. He bent forward to mere inches from her face and said, “I find it hard to believe that a beautiful maiden such as yourself to be cursed. Who would lay such a curse at your feet?”



Looking deep in to his eyes and finding a smoldering lust mixed with a curiosity that threatened to burst out of him, she replied, “A very powerful wizard. What will you do now?” She asked him.