“Who are you waving to?” a voice asked from behind him. Taehyun raised his hand to wave to him, and to his surprise, the boy waved back. A dark-haired boy in a white, billowing shirt sat on a rock near its base. Not far to his left, a white lighthouse with a blue roof rose above the lake from a small piece of land jutting out from the bay. He turned back to look along the shore and imagined drawing every detail that caught his eye. Lake Town seemed like as good a place as any to start. Taehyun had never been more thrilled, nor more flattered that such a renowned painter had praised his work.Īt 18 years of age, Taehyun was ready for adventure, to make his own way in the world. Bang had invited him be his apprentice, beginning in the summer of that year. After Taehyun had sent several letters outlining his admiration for his work and a small collection of sample sketches and watercolour paintings, Mr.
Bang’s invitation letter was still fresh in his mind. He was really going to Lake Town to train under the great Bang Shihyuk, an artist he’d admired since he was young.Īlthough it had been almost six months, the memory of Mr. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. The buildings looked quaint and charming with red, clay-tiled roofs and stone walls.Įxcitement grew inside him as the ship approached. The Tomorrow seemed huge in comparison, with three magnificent sails rising up high above him. Taehyun could see the docks stretching out into the water, with small fishing boats and leisure vessels tied up along the sides. Lake Eternity was huge, and it took two days aboard the great sailing ship Tomorrow to cross from his hometown to Lake Town. He was standing on his worn leather trunk to get a better view, a bright smile on his face. It was a beautiful day with a clear sky, the lake shining a dazzling bright blue. More than a century later, he was nothing more than a ghost on the shore.Ī cool breeze blew mist into Taehyun’s face as he stood at the bow of the ship, the shore of Lake Town growing steadily closer in front him. Every day, he faded a bit more, until the only sign he had ever existed was the light that shone from the lighthouse over the lake each night.
The people became increasingly unsettled by him, the boy who never changed, and he became increasingly withdrawn.
#THE GHOST ON THE SHORE LORD HURON SKIN#
His black hair stayed silky, his skin young and soft, and his body strong and healthy. They grew, they changed, and they carried on. With every day, the people in the town evolved around him. The days passed slowly after, each one the same as the last. Beomgyu was alone, and he let himself cry for her loss. Still, he let himself hold onto the hope that the spirits may be kind.Ī small smile crept across her lips, and she was gone. It was an empty promise, the same one his father had made when he passed a few years before. I promise.”Ī tear slid down Beomgyu’s cheek. “You will be loved again, and you will see us again, my darling. “It’s okay, Mom,” he said, reaching up to stroke her gray hair. “My darling boy, your father and I loved you so much,” she said quietly. His mother coughed, each breath shallower than the last. “I got to live because of you, and that’s the greatest gift you ever could have given me.” “But you’re cursed because of us,” she whispered. “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Beomgyu said, covering her hand with both of his. Truly, for the choices your father and I made for your life…I am sorry.” Beads of wax dripped slowly down the side. Outside, it was raining, and the only light in the room came from the small candle on the wooden bedside table. Will remember the tale of the ghost on the shore”īeomgyu knelt at the side of the bed in the old lighthouse, clutching his mother’s frail hand as she lay under a thick quilt. I'm the Lord of the lake and I don't want to leave
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