Novel & Cerita A Feather On The Water

Some of her beautiful golden feathers fell from her wings as she flew into the air to check on the children. The children’s laughter died as Uriel hovered over them. “Get out or you will drown!” Her hand went down to grab one child’s hands but they thought it was a game. “We can’t drown, we breathe water,” one snipped as the four stood up. “Come on, guys.” Uriel, happy with their choice to leave the surf, sat her feet back into the water, her wings gently parted by her side.

I hazard fluttering my wings once more, but the effort is strongly, about sufficient to take off me winded. Come on, damn it! I fold them again—once, twice, three times—and that’s when one of the feathered members catches on one of the free rocks around me. My stomach dives as it comes free some time recently clattering down the incline, apparently hitting each accessible surface on its way down. The sound carries up here, and I solidify in freeze, a dot of sweat rolling down the back of my neck. “Did you listen that?” comes one of the voices. “Sounded like movement.”

They were tinged with gold; incandescent light shimmering across the feathers like oil on water. Like Angels wings , I thought. Like Angels wings .

He started to the foyer. The sound of water crashing in the sea. The chirping, cawing, warbling, and tweeting of birds gliding across the sky on the lonely beach soothed Kayla, who sat on the sand, somber. She cuddled her legs to her stomach, her eyes watching the splashing water. Just like the turbulence in the sea, her heart was a shambles made by a great deal of emotional struggles.

What Caspian cared about was that when the feather fell, Little Candy stared at it without blinking, and its body also tensed up, as if it was ready to fight. After a while, the feather fell to the ground. Different from the light floating in the air before, the moment the feather fell to the ground, there was a crisp metallic clang. Caspian looked down at the feather. At this moment, Little Candy suddenly stood up. Its eyes were bright as it stared at the feather in front of it. "What you're paying attention to is this thing?" Caspian looked at Little Candy, then pinched one end of the feather and picked up the feather.

There was no living soul around the place. The birds' chirps filled the air as their melody spread like a wild fire in the faraway land. The wind blew by causing my hair to tremble on my shoulder leaving a sweet cool sensation on my skin as if a soft silk cloth descended down my figure leaving its trails behind which caused me to shiver as my skin tingled. Putting a hand under my face for support I looked out of the window absorbing the beauty of nature. The water shone like glass under the rays of the sun.The small rings were forming on the water surface of the small pond as the fishes were swimming on the surface and again drove back in the water.

A light smile came on her face as she layed completely on the grass (Imagine her laying like this with some grass beneath her feet and her hand making pattern in the still water of the lake ) her hand sliding through the pristine water making splashing and pattern in the still water . The low chirping of the birds followed shortly as they wake up to follow their routine tanya watched in pure amusement as one bird came to the lake to drink water . Her eyes twinkling in admiration as she observed it's beautiful features . The way she took water in her beak and flew away dropping some of it on ground it appeared

"Okay, now we're slowly going up. Half a meter per second, what do you think?" "No problem. I'm ready to go." Julian said. I manipulated the golden feather to rise slowly. "This golden feather is so amazing. It can hover still in the air, can't it?" Julian said pleasantly. "Yes, keep quiet. I need to give it my full attention. The gale will be here any minute." "OK." Just as I had risen about 2 meters, a terrible force suddenly came from below to roll us down. But I was prepared for it. I immediately manipulated the golden feather to descend to keep my balance.

I throw out my hands, and I swear I feel feathers brush against my finger. But it doesn’t matter, because I stumble back and fall into the dark water.

I say as I toss the dirt in front of me, “terra.” The smell of earth surrounds me as I turn to the east and pick up a feather. “Bring forth the air inside me, may its breeze stay calm and be my guide.” With an exhale, I blow the feather out of my hands. “Air,” a cool breeze swirls around, lifting my hair.