A Feather On The Water Novels & Stories

It’s like watching a scattering of ashes, a cloud falling into the current, blown downstream toward the bridge, grains speckling the water and sinking. The chant swells to a crescendo and he holds out a long note at the end while digging in the bag for one more thing: the peacock feather. The wind tries to snatch it from his fingers, but he holds it aloft and chooses his moment to let it go. When he does, it glides up high, does a couple of loops, then drifts down to the water and disappears in the chop. The monk turns away from the river, his face unchanging when he sees me standing there.

As I sat inside an open-air gazebo, I watched the salty gentle breeze blew over the palm trees. Above the clear aqua-blue water, I watched herons filled up the tropical plants. Others went soaring in the high blue sky, going out of their nests for the morning hunt. Little birds chirped away over the blinding white beach.

All of those feathers are flying in the air because of the cold wind. All of the Level D's that are being touched by the feathers immediately died and the brothers looks at her direction nervously. She took a deep breath to calm down and to control her power. She released a lot of black feathers from her wings then, attack every enemy around her. "Princess, at your back!" Yuka stated. Alexis attacks the enemies from her back using her water power. She flies high then release a lot of water geyser to attack every enemy around them.

“Can you… just use your wings or something? I hate birds… especially big ones like you. You’re scaring me.” The eagle didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. “Okay… fine,” she muttered. “I’m getting in. Just… don’t hurt me, okay?” The water was freezing. She stepped carefully onto the boat, shivering, She slid to the far side, keeping as much distance from the bird as she could. It still didn’t move. “Good… just stay there,” she said softly, hugging her knees. “It’s so cold…” She shivered, teeth chattering, and stared at the eagle. Her heart was still pounding from the swim, and the bird just watched, quiet, like it was waiting for something.

I flip onto my back and just float. The water holds me up, and I stare at the sky. It's that impossibly clear, perfect blue, the kind that makes your chest feel light. A few lazy white clouds drift by, like cotton candy someone spun and let go. The birds in the trees sound like they’re having a party, and the sun - Goddes, the sun is warm on my skin. It feels like a promise.

Who knows? Fishes swam across schools. Below the ruffled water surface, there was a fish-small, barely a dart of silver, yet fast. Without visible effort it moved from plain sight, glimmering in the pale moonlight, into the reeds. Frogs croaked and I looked at Ally who seemed to be enjoying the view as well as she rowed the boat. Building a little bit of courage in me, I looked down at the water and let the tips of my finger glide across them. The feeling of touching real water, water that comes from nature gives you a different feeling. A feeling of peace. I let my fingers in a little deeper and smiled.

And there ahead lies a waterfall. The waters roar like a living thing, its mist rising in a shimmering veil under the late morning sun. Birds dart through the spray, their wings catching flashes of light like shards of glass and at the base of the falls, a wide pond spreads out, mirror-smooth except where the water crashes down.

Ambrose shrieked as he jumped off the rocks and splashed into the lake, causing a wave that came towards her and washed over her head, wetting her hair. Rhae groaned and wiped the water from her eyes, glaring towards the ripples from where Ambrose landed. He hadn't surfaced yet. The water above him had stilled. Rhae rolled her eyes but turned back to stare at that spot, waiting. He was Fae, he could hold his breath for a long time. She would wait one minute, then go after him.

Suddenly, he hugged me closer to his chest and gave me the illusion of falling into the lake which made me scream my lungs out, he laughed heartily at my reaction. But, when he reached closer to the surface of the lake, he spread his mighty wings and flew horizontally to the surface. I extended one arm towards the water and felt it at the tip of my fingers, as we flew by the surface the water was very cold against my skin. I felt so high, right now. Arsenio's mighty feathers were spread across the never-ending blanket of the blue sky. I touched his shoulder with the tip of my fingers and slowly trailed down to the base of his wings.

When he began to make his way into the refreshingly cold water, a small flock of ducks soaring from the sky landed gracefully atop the crystal clear lake. “I wish I could fly.” He imagined how freeing it would be to soar above a world that seemed so small and insignificant from the above. The sky was blue, without a cloud in sight, and snow-capped mountains in the distance. It felt like something was calling to him in that direction, but for now, he needed to soak his mange-covered skin for some relief.