Here's my bit. Still a part of my mock autobiography.
I'm only using the misty photo.
"We need to go to the far end of this isle," Kai said. "The lake, where the Kelpie lives is down there."
"But we can't go by the normal road, the police have a guard down there, and we can't use any magic tonight. The enemy will sense it and be aware of us."
"We must all be inside the Old Hunter's Lodge by sunrise." Sandra stated. Her black hair seemed dark as the night itself, and her eyes were starry holes beneath the bangs.
"But how, The water has risen because of the storm, spring tides and syzygy." The marches are dangerous tonight. No moon and lots of water, bog holes, will o'the wisps and elven maidens galore.
All the faces turned bleak, despondent. Tonight at midnight Thursday began. A new victim would sure as as the sun rises find his or her way to the Stag Lake. .
"Did you know that there once was a private railway out there?" Kai asked. "I'm not sure all the tracks are still there, but the embankment sure is. We can use it to cross the marches."
In the early morning they crossed the swamp on the old railway embankment.
As they arrived at the other end of the embankment they followed the old trackbed. As they entered the woods, tracks appeared on the gravel. "They look as though they're used!" Susan exclaimed in a loud whisper.
"But we would hear a train going here, even as far as the Farm, it that was so" Tue whispered back. "Quiet!" Kai hissed.
The end of the tracks were hidden in mist. The brewings of Mother Bog rose almost to the tops of the trees. Everything was still.
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"Vi skal ned til den fjerne ende af øen," sagde Kai. "Søen, hvor Nøkken bor, er dernede." "Men vi kan ikke gå ad den normale vej, politiet har spærret den, og vi kan ikke bruge nogen magi i aften. Fjenden vil mærke det og blive klar over, at vi er der."
"Vi må alle være inde i Jagthytten ved solopgang," sagde Sandra. Hendes sorte hår syntes mørkt som natten selv, og hendes øjne var stjerneklare huller under pandehåret.
"Men hvordan, Vandet er steget på grund af stormen, tidevandet og nymånen.." Marsken er farlig i nat. Ingen månelys og masser af vand, mosehuller, lygtemænd og elverpiger.
Alles ansigter blev dystre og modløse. I nat ved midnat begyndte en ny torsdag. Et nyt offer ville så sikkert, som amen i kirken, finde vej til Hjortesøen.
"Vidste I at der engang var en privat jernbane derud til?" spurgte Kai. "Jeg er ikke sikker på, at sporene stadig er der, jernbanedæmningen ligger der stadig. Vi kan bruge den til at krydse marken.
Tidligt om morgenen krydsede de sumpen på den gamle jernbanedæmning.
Da de ankom til den anden ende af dæmningen, fulgte de det gamle jernbaneterræn. Da de nåede ind i skoven, var der pludselig skinner i gruset. "De ser ud som om de bliver brugt!" hviskede Susan gennemtrængende.
"Men vi ville kunne høre et tog der kørte her oppe på gården," hviskede Tue som svar.
"Stille!" hvislede Kai.
Enden af sporene var skjult i tåge. Mor Mosekonens bryg steg næsten til toppen af træerne. Alt var stille.
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