Novel & Cerita A Feather On The Water

A great wave of relief rushes through me with every flutter. The breeze feels incredible against my feathers. Taking a few steps back, I prep my wings and jump off the hill. I close my eyes as the wind rushes through me and glides effortlessly until I’m rising high above the clouds. The haze of the moonlight creates an eerie beauty, forming shadows and softening areas that would unnerve an innocent person. I do this for a while, letting my thoughts drift with the shadows and simply feeling the incredible rush I only get when I’m flying.

I feel weightless for a few seconds, the lightheaded feeling making my already fluttering stomach even more giddy. Then it ends. The cool water hits me and rushes up my body, but I manage to hold my shirt down instead of it being pushed right off over my head. It takes a moment to surface, and I kick my legs as hard as I can and sweep my arms up and down in a frog-like motion.

The air carried a gentle coolness, providing a refreshing respite from the sun's warmth. Chai approached the edge of the lake, captivated by the tranquil scene that unfolded before him. The water lapped gently against the shoreline, creating a soothing melody that harmonized with the symphony of nature. He dipped his hand into the cool waters, feeling its rejuvenating touch as it slipped through his fingers. Birds flitted about, their melodious songs filling the air with joyous melodies. They soared gracefully above the lake, their wings painting arcs of beauty against the boundless sky. Chai found himself captivated by their graceful movements, momentarily forgetting the weight of his journ

Not yet. Rea's wings moved behind her. Slowly, gracefully they spread, like two arcs of white, shimmering silver at the tips. The soft light of the bath filtered through the feathers, as if she had brought a fragment of another world with her. As she fully unfolded them, the wings gently curved around them, folding inward like a tent, like a living shield. The outside world vanished. Only the two of them remained—and the silence of the water.

I spot her standing by the water clutching her folder she always has. Her golden hair is free and flowing slightly in the breeze, she is watching the water where two swans swim in circles as their cygnets follow with their dark grey feathers. She smiles at them and her face is relaxed; Goddess she is stunning. My wolf approves of her as he purrs as I stay in the shadows watching her for a few moments.

Lucian’s wings are out, drying in the sun after a dive. Kayo’s tails are trailing in the water, catching minnows like lazy fishing lines. Remy’s shirtless, braids wet, laughing as he pulls me onto a floatie shaped like a giant blackbird (his idea of a joke). Everything is perfect. Until the water goes still. Not calm still. Dead still. The kind of still that happens right before the Gulf decides to speak. A single bubble rises in the center of the lake. Then the entire surface erupts.

Crashing sounds and fresh salt water breeze that remind me of my dad. The water waves of the Malibu beach splash on our legs soaked into the water. Moist breeze mix with the dusk that drapes the water surface in shiny silks of oranges and purples. The whites of Pelican birds colour the clouds as they flutter their wings across the sky. Dad's face shimmers with the fading peach of the dusk as he stares far at the water surface, his eyes almost lost and as if they could reach the edge of the water that meets with the dusk sky. His hand rubs gently on Sarah's hair as she sleeps soundly on his laps. . . . . . . ____________________

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

His eyes grew hooded as he watched. Waist deep in water, she tossed pale blonde hair back. Limbs shaky, she calmed enough to rise. Floating across the surface with only toes cutting a swath. Water slipped over her skin like a falling silk sheet. Tiny droplets clinging to the gold circlets vining her arms. All she wore, save a bit of flimsy garb which drew lazily over her shoulders and wrapped her waist.

“Point at it,” I pointed my index finger to the feather. Morinda moved behind me and stopped there. “Now, focus your energy on your finger, and let it connect with the feather and bring it into motion without shaking it.” She instructed, pronouncing each word slowly. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath again. I tried to focus on it like she said. “Make it come to you.” Her voice came from behind me. The feather made to move but it flew wildly and dropped to the floor.