A Feather On The Water Novels & Stories

A white bridal gown clung to the body, its hem rotted beyond recognition, though the tiny gemstones still caught the light of the camera with a cold glint. The person standing nearby flinched and quickly explained. "Mr. Gage, don't get the wrong idea. This has been blowing up online all day. They're saying a woman's body was pulled from the water near the shore this morning. "She was still wearing a gown covered in gemstones. We thought it looked a lot like the one Selene wore to the engagement banquet, so we figured we'd ask." Before they even finished, Callum cut in, his expression already cold. "Ask what? You're all here tonight to celebrate Elise's performance, not to stand around gossip

Ethan watched her swim away with her back on him, admiring the trees and the sky above the lake. He quickly got off his wheelchair and undressed, sitting on the floor in case she turned to look at him. She didn't turn to look at him by the time he was done, so he mixed his clothes with hers to hide them and snuck into the water. Meadow was busy admiring the scenery of where they were. The way the tall trees circled the lake and the birds in the sky were so beautiful, and she was admiring the place, unaware of what Ethan was doing.

Swoosh! Poof! Poof! Poof! In an instant, hundreds of Feather Clan masters were killed by the extremely powerful sword light. Blood splashed all over the sky, and feathers flew everywhere. The long-haired young man was startled. Subconsciously, he looked backward. On the Long Sailing, the young man in cyan flicked his fingers in succession. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

She stands in the opening, her hair tumbling out of a messy bun and her cheeks flushed. “Get inside!” I hiss. She crowds in with Kieran and I. “Sort of cramped, isn’t it?” “We were already talking.” I shake my head, my heart hammering. “It doesn’t matter. You found it? The feather?” She nods so enthusiastically a few more hairs come loose. “It comes from a collared tern.” “O…kay?” I exchange a confused look with Kieran. Raven huffs a sigh. “Terns are mountain birds, almost never seen outside of Snowcrest Canyon or what used to be Starfall Mountain.”

She moved in to the water letting her head fall back and raising her arms high, noticing the way the sky seems to glitter with the stars. She closes her eyes then goes into water, letting the water cover the top of her head as she stayed under as if she was plummeting, down, down into the darkness. Her breath held in her chest, nightgown billowing about her legs, she let herself become formless and weightless, a ghost in the water.

Given the sense of friendliness and gaiety that pervades the ship, it seems strange. Below us, the ribboned hair of little girls and the capped hats of little boys hang over the rail, watching the rolling water pushed out in the boat's wake. From somewhere there, a merry tune is drawn out on a fiddle and rhythmic clapping in time begins. A handkerchief flutters away, lost in the breeze created by the motion of the boat. Landing on the water, it drifts a moment, saturates, and finally disappears like cares beneath the waves.