Shining Watermelon Novels & Stories

she murmured softly as we arrived at a breathtaking waterfall nestled between the ridges of the Fangridge Mountains. I gasped inwardly, staring through her eyes at the beauty before us. Water cascaded over jagged rocks, shining as clear as crystal. The moonlight transformed the falling water into thousands of shimmering silver drops. Mist rose gently from the pool at the base, creating an ethereal veil that seemed to shimmer with hidden magic. It was so stunning that I could only stand there in silent awe, gazing through Nymeris’s eyes. She pushed forward until we stood at the water’s edge, then lowered her head to gaze into the still pool.

Overwhelmed. Speechless. “Wait a moment,” Melanie said. “You are telling me the bad elf with the strange name has a magical ability that may include planting something in your mind.” She took a breath and kept going. “And he makes this vine hurt its victim and alert him to specific things?” “Yes,” Fenrir answered. “But of course. It’s only natural!” She sounded like a maniac, her emotions overloaded. I got her. “I guess Alaric tried to kill it,” Greg said. “Or uproot it, maybe?”

He raises his hand and points toward the riverbank ahead. “Look.” I follow his gaze. At first I do not see anything unusual. Just muddy ground and dark water. Then something catches my attention. A small cluster of plants growing right near the edge of the water. I walk closer. And the moment I see it properly my eyes widen slightly. “Silvarin.” The leaves are thin and long but their color is strange. Instead of normal green they have a faint silver glow that makes them stand out even in the dim marsh light. The edges of the leaves shimmer slightly whenever the wind moves them.

Max, the silent wall, gritted out in a high falsetto. Mira’s eyes never wavered from mine. Honestly, she was beginning to freak me out. “If this is hazing, then what is this?” She craned her neck left and right, making sure that our conversation was private in a place that was anything but. Two of her fingers, that she was holding above her glass of water, suddenly glowed a bright gold color. The world didn’t tilt, nor did an earthquake start when her hands glowed. But the water.