Abigail inhaled the thick, foggy air, savoring the taste and smell. She wasn't from around here, that much was obvious, but no one knew where she did come from. Her and that mysterious lake had a lot in common which might be why the locals stayed away from her.

She was a true beauty, with her deep brown hair cut into an adorable Bob. Her lips were always painted a faint pink and her cheeks were always blushed from the cold. She rarely wore shoes, and when she did she would take them off while walking outside. Many would describe her as odd, while others viewed her...