White Willow

Jeff blew on his hands, It was snowing again. But it didn't stop him from venturing out onto the blizardy beach with his dog Jenny. The boxer darted a head of him barking at him every now and then,trying to hurry him up.
"Alright, alright Jenny I'm coming" He chuckled.
They passed some fascinating icicles, making Jeff take some photos on his camera. He loved icicles.
"Jenny!"
She didn't come. Jeff looked over his shoulder
"Jenny?"
The dog was just stood there, staring out at the frozen ocean. Jeff rolled his eyes and went over to her. That's when he saw it.
A woman was staring out at the ocean too, her long curly white hair reaching to her waist blowing in the wind, she wore a white long medieval dress with a matching cloak.
Jenny looked up at her master, letting a confused whine. Jeff ignored her, he was to mesmerised by this enchanting stranger. The young woman looked over her shoulder, her eyes were a brilliant light blue and her face as pale as the snow. She bowed to him. Jeff blinked and returned the favour, dropping the his camera in the process. When he looked up she was stood right next him, a spear in her hand. Jeff turned to run but tripped over as the spear was drove into his...shadow? His shadow let out unearthly scream and died. After the shadow faded it was replaced by faint one...is own. Jeff looked up but the maiden in white was gone. He got up and looked around, there were no foot prints except for his own and Jenny's. Jeff got up brushing the snow off of him, staring at where the woman had been. The boxer whined again. Coming out of his trance, he looked down at her. Stroking Jenny's head
"Come on Jenny" He muttered "Let's go home"

Here lie's White Willow
Legends say of a mighty wikam who protected the lands, White Willow. Growing up many saw her as threat and an evil witch. But White Willow was niether, all she did was stay by the beaches ,espically in winter. In order to protect sailors docking to and from safe the winter storms ahead. Until one day when the druids invaded. But thanks to her quick actions she had saved her village. Furious, the druids plotted to kill this threat. So they hid in her neighbour's ( who happened to be a fisherman) shadow. And while she slept, they cut her throat. The druids thought they had won, until her spirit ran to the fisherman, begging for his help. White Willow told him how to defeat them and so he rescued the village. Everyone loved him and promised to give him riches. But no matter how rich he got he told everyone of the true hero....After that he never saw her spirit again but tourists claim to see a woman in white on the beach in stormy winters.