The black lake

A large lake that was cursed by an evil sorcerer 1,567 years ago. The lake eludes people in to thinking it's harmless and in fact, quite beautiful. It is only until they get in to the lake, when they realize that it is an ugly, filthy, cursed lake. Though they try and try, many are not able to escape the lakes cursed waters that drag you down, drowning you quickly. At the bottom of the lake are the remains of the nobles and creatures who had been foolish enough to get near the cursed lake...despite all of the warnings.

Mitsiru walked over to the edge of the lake a cold expression set upon her face.
She stared down into the water, and though it seemed clean and very welcoming, whe knew better than to trust it. She glared at the water and in a small hushed voice, whispered "I smell...death..."

She nodded slightly, as a sign of respect towards the dead of the lake, she then turned and left the premisis, not saying another word.

*walks over*wonder if i can ever stop loving him...*kneels down and cry*

*look at the lake very carefully*
this place sure is something
*chill running up her spine*