Creative Writing. Continuation of the first story and rewriting.

 

His name was Nik. Nik was a high school leader. Everyone liked him or made a view that he did. Every girl wanted to be his girlfriend. However, he was not interested in any relationships. He remembered only one thing. ‘He should stay’. These words belonged to his mother. She said them four years ago when he was 14. Then, no one knew what happened that day. She did not say a word anymore. She was gone. No one else had seen her. She was such a beauty with black hair and green-as-moss eyes. It was the only thing Nik remembered about his mother. He did not even remember if he loved her at all. But he knew he would never forget those eyes. They went right into his brain and stayed there forever. Many legends surrounded the disappearance of the missing woman, but Nik did not believe in any of them. Someone was spreading gossip that his mother was a loose woman and ran away with her a young lover to another country. Someone began to spread whole mystical stories. This type of person claimed that the whole trouble was connected with the forest.

The fact is that this forest was in the city itself. Every person living in the suburbs passed through it to get to the centre, where there was a school and many other public places, where teenagers liked to hang out. This forest did not look frightening, but because of the large number of tall trees, residents were afraid to walk there, as the sun’s rays hardly fell on the path through all trees’ leaves. Especially in the evening. It was also supported by stories of grandmothers selling flowers out of the woods. No one knows where are they from, how old are they and why their appearance never changes. No one saw as they actually sell their flowers to someone, but every morning they had new ones. The only thing why people remembered about them was the obsession of old women to tell their terrifying stories to scare kids. When Nik was little, he also got into this situation when he was told a local legend by the same grannies.

 

“That was a long time ago when the green tops of the trees covered the entire territory of our land. People lived at the beginning of the river, which flowed into this very forest, forming there a whole lake. No other lake could compare with our blueness and the transparency of ours. There were many legends about it, and they were all true. The water was a source of powerful strength for those who needed it. It could heal any wounds, bring loved ones home, and even defeat death by giving the deceased a chance to swallow fresh air and laugh as if he would be alive. However, every coin has two sides. And our lake wasn’t an exception. It had a mysterious fog that surrounded it, so no one could find the real way to our gifted place. Everyone who wanted to find his fate decides to go to try his luck. However, many families lost their members in this unknown smog. Despite the loss, everyone knows that death doesn’t exist in this place. The thing is, death doesn’t see this place, it can’t get in there, and neither can sunlight. And if it succeeds, it, like all others, will be lost among those it has come for, and even its braid will not be able to dispel this terrible and difficult fog.”