This draws heavily from some legends of King Arthur, though it takes liberties with the story as so many other writers have over the centuries. Viviane was one of the many names used for the Lady of the Lake in Arthurian tales. She lived on the Isle of Avalon, which was the island of apples. Avalon was thought to be a number of places both in and out of the British Isles. One of the places associated with Avalon was Glastonbury, which had been an island until the lake around it was drained. Monks in the Middle Ages reported finding Arthur's tomb at Glastonbury, though that was questionable. Morgan Le Fay was Arthur's sister, sometimes said to be his protector and sometimes his antagonist. Her title Le Fay meant she was a fairy or a magical creature. She had other titles and Morgan was thought to derive from words meaning 'sea born' though another derivation was' Morrigan' which meant the queen. The Lady of the Lake and Morgan were thought immortal, along with other women who were spirits of the lake and of Avalon. Sorry for the delay, but I think the story will be more understandable after this explanation.
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Morgan Simmons wanted a change in her life, though perhaps not the way it turned out. She was an ethnographer studying myths of women in ancient societies. She became fascinated by the stories of the lady in the lake from the Arthurian legends. When Morgan had a relationship end badly, she decided to get away from it all.
Morgan found a remote, yet comfortable cabin in the woods beside a lake. There were few other people for miles around, which suited her completely. There was power and indoor plumbing, but few other amenities, though that hardly mattered. She sold or gave away many of her possessions before she left and then moved the small remainder to her new home.
Morgan spent the first few weeks reading, writing, and taking long walks through the woods. She'd brought a swim suit and went swimming in the cool lake waters a few times. At one end of the lake, it was fed by a cascade from a creek which came down a nearby mountain. For some reason, that cascade both attracted her, but also was a source of unease.
Occasionally, Morgan would go to a small nearby town, both for groceries and to soak up a little local folklore. The natives who had lived in that area felt that the lake was a sacred place and one with great power. Apart from the small cabin that Morgan occupied, the lake and surrounding area had become a park and a protected area.
"You're staying up by that lake?"
"It's quite beautiful there."
"Sometimes the most beautiful things are the most deadly."
"Bears? Wolves? Mountain lions?"
"Nothing like that -- even those animals stay far away from that place."
"What is so dangerous?"
"It's not safe even to talk about it."
"That seems silly."
"Sorry. Can't talk. Have to get to work."
As beautiful as the lake was, it was not a recreational area. The residents were reluctant both to visit it and to talk about it. So it was rather a shock to Morgan when she was walking in the woods one day that she came across a woman sitting beside the lake. She had never seen any other person in that area in the time she'd been there.
Morgan was 5'9" with brown hair that fell to her shoulders. This woman was a couple inches taller with almost silvery blonde hair that came almost half way down her back. She wore a long white dress that appeared to be linen, along with simple sandals. She had pale white skin and a beautiful face that almost seemed to glow. She sat on a fallen tree trunk by the lake, looking out over it.
"Who are you?" Morgan asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking out over the lake. Why do you ask?"
"There's no other houses in this area."
"That you know of."
"Where do you live? How did you get here?"
"You have a lot of questions -- especially since the property you rent ends some ways back."
"I was told this was a protected area. No one comes up here."
"You're up here."
"Yes, but I rent -- "
"The property back that way. I know."
"Sorry. I just didn't expect to see anyone here. It frightened me."
"As to your very first question, you can call me Viviane. And you, I believe are Morgan. As to how I got here, I have my means."
"How do you know my name?"
"I know many things."
"I'm sorry I disturbed you, Viviane. I was just walking to clear my head. I think I'll go back to my work."
"I'm sure I'll see you again, Morgan."
Morgan scurried back to her cabin, often looking behind and around her to see if Viviane was anywhere around. She returned to her writing and reading, though she found herself thinking about Viviane. That was something of a puzzle, since Morgan had never really been attracted to women -- not that way anyhow. Still it was more a fascination with her as a person than a real sexual attraction.
That night, as she slept, Morgan found Viviane appearing in her dreams. In one dream, Viviane walked up to her, took her in her arms and began kissing her. Morgan had never kissed another woman romantically, yet in her dream, she responded to Viviane's kisses, eagerly returning them. In another dream, Viviane took Morgan's hand and they walked out across the top of the water in the lake.
In her dream, Morgan found herself wearing the same long linen dress that Viviane wore. Viviane lifted Morgan's dress, taking it off her, and leaving her naked, since she had on no undergarments. After she did that, Viviane took off her own dress and was similarly naked. Viviane hugged and kissed Morgan and she could feel their breasts rubbing against each other.
Morgan woke up in her bed, in her nightgown and panties, but found her panties soaked with her juices. She was still tired and it was too early to get up, but Morgan was almost afraid to go back to sleep. She fell back asleep though and in her dreams, Viviane kissed her way down Morgan's body to her breasts which she spent a long time kissing and sucking on.
Morgan woke in the morning, aroused and frightened. She was disturbed at having sexual dreams about another woman, and did not understand where it had come from. She was a little low on groceries so she went into town, though she looked carefully around before going to her car. She was half afraid that she'd see Viviane and worried about how she would react.
When she got to town, she looked around constantly. She was never quite sure if she was afraid of seeing Viviane or hoping to see her. She didn't see her at all, even though the town was not large. She chatted with the clerk at a one store.
"I met this woman up by the lake."
"You're the woman who lives up by the lake -- very brave."
"I'm not sure why that's brave. It seems quiet and peaceful up there."
"People tell stories about that lake. Not many people ever go there anymore."
"Do you know a woman named Viviane?"
"I don't know any woman by that name who lives around here."
"She was a little taller than me, beautiful face, and silver blonde hair."
"'I've never seen any woman looking like that in this town."
"That's strange."
