There was some frantic pounding at my door it was just after morn summertime, around four and there she stood wet and bedraggled holding her neck as if she had been strangled
Her normal austere persona was diminished she was uttering absolute gibberish so I sat her down patted her crown telling her I'd make a nice cup of tea
I did dare to look back as I walked to the kitchenette she had a hue of blue about her something strange I surmised
After a sweet cup of tea she did begin to tell me told me something was going on something strange is at the crystal lake
She grabbed my hand pulled me off my chair begged me with trembling lips to come with her to there
She was running as fast as the fury of the winds of winter I with much struggle, was just able to keep up with her but her desperate pleas for me to hurry did give me strength to carry on
As we reached our destination it looked as the lake was on fire for the crystal lake and sky was bathed in sapphires