As the native boy left he felt only respect for Molly’s action. It showed that she had a key strength of survival – courage. He knew that she is one to be respected if they ever meet again. For now though, his pet, which he names Lacey, was in desperate need for food, and he walked onwards to the lake of swamps.
The lake of swamps was a lake that looked very abstract and gave a rancid stink, but still retained some of its beauty. The mystical them of the lake attracted the boy, as from generation from generation he has been taught from his tribe that there is a mystical creature that lives in the lake. The boy grabbed a small boulder and chucked it in the centre of the lake, which stunned most of the fish upwards onto the bank. The boy would eat them later, but what he really intended to do was to send the awful smell more upwards, which attracted various flies. The boy used his net which he made from leaves and trapped the flies inside. Then Lacey and the boy commenced their scrumptious lunch.
Molly woke the next day feeling very weak. She had no idea where to get food or drink, and she had no sense of direction. She decided just to walk and try and remember where she went, so if she did get lost, she could find her way back. But after a few turns she already lost her tracking. She decided to walk onwards when out of sheer luck she found a swamp. The swamp stank to high heaven, she thought, but she was so incredibly thirsty that she was intending to drink the water. If the water was contaminated or not was a risk she made to make.
After quenching her thirst Molly decided to have a swim. It was swelteringly hot and besides she needed some sort of wash. She took all her clothes off and entered the lake. God, how fantastic it felt, she thought. She went to duck her head underwater. It felt nice to have the water entering her face and hair. All of a sudden her happiness was converted into horror, as some sort of creature had taken hold of her underwater. She couldn’t breathe, and could not get away. She thought she was going to drown.
The boy was admiring at other side of the lake Molly’s beautiful body, and how it was glistening against the golden sun. She had not seen him yet, and he had no intention of letting her know he was here. He and Lacey watched on inquisitively. She entered the water whilst the boy looked on.
But alike Molly the boy’s happiness was converted into horror as she slowly dipped her head underwater. He knew that if her head was underwater it meant that she would inevitably die from the mystical swamp creature. In a frantic attempt to save her, the boy dived in and covered his hand across her mouth, because the creature could sense if the human breathed underwater. But the boy could not take the girl upwards, because she was wriggling frantically, trying to kick her way out of the boy’s grasp. The boy held on for dear life on her mouth, but she kept fighting frantically until suddenly she stopped. She rose above to the water as a motionless figure. The boy knew she was dead.
At utter surprise of Molly’s death and that the boy knew he had killed her, he shrieked in horror, tears rolling down his eyes against the floating water. What he forgot was the mystical swamp creature. He had motioned his mouth so the creature had grasped hold of him. The boy fought for escape, but he, like Molly, came to no avail. The creature, after one swirling motion of a hand, had knocked the boy out. The boy’s vision went black.
