closed the king of the lake open

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The sun breathed down Emmy's back, the crisp autumn breeze blowing against her face. Leaning back against the tree, she continued to read her book. Emmy was a very social person, but being alone was alright at times. Another gust of wind came, causing the pages of her book to flip. Emmy sighed and put the book down. She'd have to read it inside later, where there was no wind to interrupt her reading.

Emmy left her belongings at the tree, and ventured down the hill onto the lakeshore. She looked at the sunset, squinting a little, as the glare was slightly blinding. Staring at the breathtaking view, she sat down cross legged, and waited. After a few minutes, a small splash could be heard. Emmy got up, quickly, the sunset forgotten. Was it those grindylow things that she had been warned about? She'd heard that they drown you, and eat you if you make them angry. Heart pounding, Emmy backed up off the shore onto the grass, waiting to see what was going to happen.

Part of her wanted to see the grindylow, but part of her was scared that the rumors were true. Yet she was willing to risk her life to see one. All of a sudden, another splash came, from the same spot, louder this time. Emmy squinted through the sun. Out of the blue, something thrashed above the surface, and then went underwater again. It was something long and slimy. A long worm? A tentacle? A really huge slug? Emmy had seen a grindylow in one of her school books before. That was not a grindylow. She waited, looking and listening for another sign of life.