(Lake's History) One
day I led the swarm into a cave, by the lake, to escape a storm. In the cave was an ugly
old woman with a large cooking pot. As we entered there was a flash of light. Then there
was a large black spirit standing above the pot. The old woman screamed as the swarm
engulfed her and the spirit. The spirit reached out and grabbed her, telling her she would
die slowly. She looked at me and told me that we all would die slowly for our
interference. The two of them vanished into the pot. When we came out of the cave the lake
was gone. We found it again but, since then it keeps moving and we are slowly dying. |