The brittle stones in the cree were moving ever so softly. The moss above the surfacewas turning brown as the water sarted to fall slow. A beaver padded over to the emptying creek. suddenly a pulse of water shot out of the creek and took the shape of a hand. The beaver tried to escape but the water was smart and cut the beaver off. The water tightened around the beaver and thrust back into the creek.
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"Vera! Get away from the creek!" Aunt Lacey called.
"No! It's not dangerous, see!" Vera said defiantly. She was standing by 'The Weeping River'. It had gotten it's name from the day the young Queen had ran away from her husband to hide. He had beaten her and got out of it with his large amounts of money. The Queen then juped into the creek and cried. The Queen wasnt like any other woman though. She was the Queen of Ailora, the land of water. Her tears left thhe lake abundant and overflowed. Vera was a decendant of the Queen. She even had the same name. Vera stepped into the creek. "Vera! NO!" Aunt Lacey screamed as a rush of saphire colored water swallowed Vera into it's depths. The water wasice against her fair skin. Vera could see green and red gems on the river stones. Theriver seemed to be as deep as an ocean. A pale faced woman floated over to Vera, now pale herself holding her breath. The woman spoke in an ageless voice. "My grandaughter, fear not, you can breath in this place of sanctuary. Please tdon't struggle," Vera looked the woman in her emerald eyes.
"Okay, my Queen,". The woman smiled eerily back. She disappeared into the water blending in with it, as if she herself was water. Vera than learned the truth of the Weeping River.
