Part 3, following on from choicewilliam
When I came to, I was lying on the shore with my feet in the water. Everything in the scene appeared to be calm as before– the trees still looked as if they had their limbs placed affectionately over the lake and the sun had now broken through and was shining in my eyes to the extent that I wondered if it was the effect of the blow to my head and I was seeing things. However, my head didn't hurt, and when I sat up and looked around, I saw the two figures – the boy and the old woman, standing there looking down at me. The woman's cloak covered her face so it remained hidden from me. The boy with the neck wound however, had something very familiar about him, and it was this something that gave me the second shock of the morning. Above his right eyebrow, there was a birthmark in the shape of a perfect semi-circle that stretched half-way up his forehead. I staggered backwards and almost fell into the water with the impact of realising what this meant. “My goodness! Only one person had a birthmark like that”, I thought to myself, “But he died late last year, I attended the funeral as his teacher”. Another realisation struck me and I turned to the woman, “are...are you then the witch that Edward was talking about before he died?” I asked in a quavering voice, my nerves shot to threads. She drew her cloak back, and as the folds of cloth came down, they revealed.........