Where Wendy drops something in the lake

 

 

Irene would consider her life as a mystical creature in the lake pretty much boring since the amount of humans coming across to their side of the forest lessened throughout the years. It wasn’t all bad though, there were few other lakes around her although smaller than hers. She was glad that she befriended them; Seulgi and Yerim. Troublemakers at best, but still a good companion.

Her life today seems pretty dull being in the lake—until she felt something dropped in. She glanced up and saw a single apple before smirking, emerging her way up to the surface to face with nothing more than a human (read; woman), who was sitting tirelessly few meters away from her said lake. The woman looked up and her eyes bulged out because honestly who wouldn’t be surprised to see a random wet lady emerging from a lake? It’s the only logical reaction

 

 

But too bad for Irene though, she received some mangoes being thrown right to her forehead instead of a simple ‘hello’.

 

 

“STOP! STOP!” Irene exclaimed

“GO AWAY YOU EVIL SPIRIT! GLORY, GLORY HALLELULIA”

“I’m not evil!! Just stop throwing mangoes at me!!!”

 

 

As Irene grew closer, the said woman threw more fruits to her direction and it pissed Irene even more

 

 

“Where the hell did you get all these random fruits?!?!?!”

 

 

 

 

Thank heavens or whatever that the situation finally died down and the said woman finally calmed down. Irene was about to ask her about the apples when Seulgi emerged out of nowhere and stood beside Irene, scaring the poor woman even more

 

 

“OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN HOLY BE THY NAME—“

“STOP PRAYING OHMYGOD”

 

 

Irene exclaimed before shoving Seulgi by the shoulder, out of all times this dumb friend of hers decided to show up now??

 

 

“Somebody dropped an apple! Ma’am, is this your apple—“

“Go away!! Let me handle this. This is MY side of the lake”

 

 

Irene told pouting Seulgi as she kicked her friend off into the waters. Irene huffed, slowly turning to the poor lady who was tightly shutting her eyes out from the outside world. She understands her, honestly. If Irene were in her position she would be scared too

 

 

“You can open your eyes now. I bring no harm I swear”

 

 

The said lady slowly peeked an eye open, only coming to realize that Irene was freakishly beautiful. Irene knew that look though, she was so used to it that it’s almost a norm. She’s like Medusa, but a safer choice and without the whole turning into rock thing and the snake hair or craps like that. She shrugged it off, before pulling out a gold apple in her right arm showing it to the woman, not wanting to waste any more time

 

 

“Is this your apple?” Irene asks

“Uh…no”

 

 

She has a nice voice

 

 

Irene shook her head off the thoughts before smirking. She knew it didn’t belong to the woman since the whole thing she’s doing was a question of honesty

 

 

“Is this your apple?” Irene said again but this time pulling out a silver apple

“Uh…no?” the woman answered

 

 

Irene smiled, feeling proud

 

 

“How about this?” She pulled out a bronze apple

“Why do you have so many different versions and different kinds of apples?” the woman asks

 

 

Irene frowned

 

 

“Is it yours?”

“No”

 

 

Irene grinned, satisfied with the said woman’s answer as she finally pulls out the random apple she saw earlier

 

 

“Is it this?”

“No?”

 

 

What?

 

 

“You dropped this earlier right?”

“No”

 

 

Ah she’s the modest type

 

 

Irene smiled, what a great woman, she thought

 

 

“Since you’re honest, I’m giving you ALL of these apples so you can live your life better” Irene said. Ah, it’s nice to help the unfortunate, it makes her feel good

 

 

That was until the woman answered

 

 

“But…. It’s not my apple. It came from that tree”

 

 

 

 

Irene learnt that the said woman’s name is Wendy.

 

 

And she’s ing loaded. She don’t need no gold apples.

After interrogating the holy woman, she learnt that not only this Wendy girl is rich, but also quite dumb sometimes. She reminded her of Seulgi, maybe at the same level depending who’s more gullible. But hell, this Wendy girl can ask a lot of question it’s like she doesn’t know the meaning of ‘rest’

 

 

“What are you?” Wendy asked

“I am the lady in the lake” Irene answered

“Like, ghost?”

“LADY IN THE LAKE” Irene corrected. “When somebody drops something in this lake, we would bring out many different versions of the said thing but in gold or silver or bronze. If you’re honest, we would give you all three including your original one. But if you’re being dishonest, and claimed the gold axe as yours even though it’s not then you won’t be receiving anything at all”

 

 

Wendy frowned at her

 

 

“I thought we were talking about apples?”

“I can talk about whatever I want” Irene shrugs

“You’re rude for a ghost”

“I SAID I’M A LADY IN THE LAKE. A BEAUTIFUL MYSTICAL CREATURE”

 

 

She regrets trying to even consider befriending this particular human, she could feel that this Wendy girl is chaotic but she just couldn’t figure which part of her is chaotic. It’s hard to put a finger on it.

 

 

 

 

The time spent with Wendy seems longer than the time she spent being underwater of this old lake. Wendy kept asking questions and Irene was getting tired. All she wanted was to just let Wendy get her damn apples and move on

 

 

“Are you a mermaid?” Wendy asks

“What? No”

“Ah, so you’re a leek nest monster”

 

 

Irene eyed her

 

 

“A what?”

“A leek nest monster”

“You mean a loch ness monster” Irene deadpans

“So you are that?” Wendy tilted her head

“I’m not!”

 

 

Wendy was still not convinced, doubting about the whole thing situated before her and also the mystical presence (read; Irene)

 

 

“You are standing, or may I say floating on top of the lake, but you are not Jesus even though you are practically walking on water….”

“….”

“You are…”

“…”

“You are a flamingo in disguise!!!”

 

 

Irene felt like slamming her head to the nearest tree

 

 

“It’s called ANGEL IN DISGUISE WHERE ARE YOU LEARNING ALL THESE BAD PHRASES??”

 

 

One, Irene is not pink. Well she is pink, but not literally pink, her colour is pink, well not her skin colour—you know what it meant

 

And she doesn’t have a beak

 

Maybe she wishes to have one now, it’s easier to just knock Wendy’s head wit