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Smiling, the Soul Drenching Squirrel finally said, “We also acquired knowledge that those compiled manuals have the ability to cause spirit beasts to surpass their bottlenecks by two folds!” Kira took two more steps backwards. Her face looked drained of life. “You know of this as well?” A hard, deafening screech resounded over our heads just after Kira said those words. It was from a big, eagle-like bird with steel wings. While nobody could interpret what the screech sound meant, it wasn't the same with me. What I heard was, “Surprise, surprise!” “Hmm...” I said, furrowing my brows at the bird rotating in the sky for a spot to land.

I bristled at the thought of a vulture following me. How large is this bird… haha. I need to consider what spell to use to derail its tracks. If I’m not careful, I might even end up killing it. The fluttering seemed to yield behind me, almost as if it was waiting for my next move. Nose flaring, I suck in a deep breath. Blind the bird using the flash. I shake out my wrist and grab the rest of the stick. Not very intimidating, I suppose, but it’ll work for now...

“I think the birds and insects still sing better than me. I could never achieve something like that” After hearing how Syris was putting himself down, Floopy forgot about his earlier meltdown and became angry. He stood up and glared at Syris cutely. “You’re not allowed to say such a thing!” he declared and pulled Syris up to his feet before storming around and talking to a bird who still hasn’t flown away. Syris watched the composer talk to the bird through whistles and tried to imitate the sound without much success. Making sounds come out of his mouth by blowing air was a lot harder than singing. Perhaps this was because he was part fish and not an actual creature that breathes air very of

“Do you? I’ve never heard you sing.” “Ajax walked in on my singing earlier and asked me to sing for him, well, with him really.” “I definitely didn’t add anything to the song,” I say, knowing my voice is no where near as beautiful as hers is. “Parrots are known for mimicking and having vocal abilities just like most birds. They are also larger, and you have large claws. You have said that it feels like your animal is trying to scratch its way out of you,” he says. “Yes, that’s what it feels like,” she says.

“All I’m saying is, this way she feels like we’re there for her whether she wants company or not.” “You already won.” Eva swats me. “Stop bragging and help me turn the damned thing on.” I grab the bucket of water from the well someone from Tansy Beach summoned in the middle of camp. “Are you sure it’s going to work?” “I’d be more sure if we went with the pheasant call, like I suggested.” Eva stares at the device like she can tell how effective it is just by looking. “Her favorite bird is the ash warbler, and they’re not usually around here.” I shrug. “Won’t she notice that more than the pheasant she saw here?”

The butterflies dancing in the garden are the most colorful ones I have ever seen. Not far away came the sound of birds. I looked ahead and saw two white peacocks strolling in an empty meadow. A blue-feathered macaw flew past and soon landed on a branch. An old woman was sitting in a wheelchair under a tree, her hand holding birdseed to lure the macaw. The macaw took one look at the food in her hand. It swooped down with its wings and pecked at some of the food with its beak. Then it flew back to its original position, its beak slowly chewing the food in its mouth.

A second one quickly joined the first one and added to the chirps. Frustrated by the noisy birds, Miko dropped her tools and looked up at them with an annoyed kind of death stare. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?!” The first bird uttered a few chirps plainly and evenly. After it was done, the second one added a few of its own, as though to confirm the first. “I dunno. Go... search for bugs in the courtyard. It’s nice to be useful, isn’t it?” The bird puffed itself up, gave a happy chirp, then floated out the open window behind Miko.

Looking up, she spotted a black bird flying in the direction of her home. The cawing echoed through the woods, piercing through the silence like a knife. Its sound was both eerie and comforting, as if the bird was guiding Miranda on her journey home. The cawing was not continuous, but intermittent, almost as if the bird was speaking in a language Miranda couldn't understand. Its voice was rough and hoarse, yet had a strange melody to it.

Each species contributed its unique melody to the ensemble, creating a tapestry of sounds that blended in perfect harmony. Robins, with their russet-red breasts, perched on the highest branches, their clear and melodious notes ringing through the garden. Sparrows flitted from bush to bush, their cheerful chirps filling the air. Finches added their high-pitched trills, while blackbirds, with their distinctive calls, added depth and richness to the composition.

She misses the noise, they confided about me. I found the bird by the weeping statue. It was a common sparrow, or it had been. Now it sat on a crystallized branch, its beak open, but instead of a chirp, it poured out a perfect, heartbreaking symphony. A composition of pure regret, each note the sound of a specific, lost chance. It was beautiful. It was a violation. A small life, rewritten into art without its consent. Arthur finds it fascinating. He stands for hours, listening to the bird, his head cocked, a scientist’s curiosity on his face. “The harmonic structure is impossible,” he murmurs. “He’s not just altering its song. He’s rewriting its soul’s frequency.”