Romans & histoires White Bird

With wildflowers and a wide lake with calm waters. A crimson bird seemed to fly in the wind. Its wing movements are odd and slow. The animal got lower and lower and eventually fell to the ground as its wings could no longer lift its body in the air. Around the bird, its red feathers fell and scattered on the ground like the petals of a spark. The bird collapsed there for a while. The wind blows gently. And as the day wore on, slowly silvery snow-like powder covered it. Where the bird lay before, now the naked body of a girl is visible.

„Mackenzie," I whispered, trying to catch her attention. Her wings flapped louder, and the rain washed the blood from her feathers, revealing their actual color. As soon as we broke through the storm cover and emerged into the sunlight, Mackenzie stopped us in our tracks, spread her snow-white wings, shimmering in the sun, and finally looked at me with her blue eyes and smiled.

“Arabella, look at this.” I say enthusiastically, as I point out the window to a majestic hawk that is perched on a limb. It is just a few feet from our window and staring at me with eyes of a true predator. The wings are sand colored and the breast a bright white. Surely, it must be a younger one, because the older versions colors is usually much darker. While thinking about how we will have our pups in just a few short months, I find myself smiling in spite of myself. Arabella catches me and asks, “May I ask what you are smiling about over there?”

Then, the white bird put the worm in the cage. I didn’t know if it was the mother or father of the little birds, but what was clear was that what the white bird did touched my heart. I would do anything for my son. I looked at Alaric. I wondered if he was amazed by the white bird or the chirping of the baby birds. I took Alaric to look at the fountain in the middle of the yard. A black wolf statue stood beside a giant flower, pouring water from its flower bud. Alaric mumbled again in baby talk. Only he, his wolf, and the Moon Goddess knew what he was saying.

"I'll be waiting, White. It's time we did catch up." Anna looked at the air above her, sensing, but seeing nothing... Rose's whisper sailed away.

I trailed off, slowly reaching out to pet it, expecting it to fly off as a bird would but it stood still, my fingers grazing its silky feathers, beady eyes still on me. A small grin spread on my face, "it's really you." I paused, drowning in a wave of confusion, "I told you to fly home pretty bird, why would you return?" It only clicked to the side, hopping closer, eyes staring right at me. I chuckled stroking it's feathers. "Why am I talking to a bird?" I grunted, "You are so..." my eyes examined the bird noting it was a bit bigger than the average raven, only now spotting the white diamond-shaped spot on its forehead, "peculiar."

As soon as he turned the key to the car, and the jeep went away. When he reached the intersection of Golden Valley, and Innyar Road, he turned left into the latter and drove slowly down the lane until he met Windermere. By passing Windermere Park, he heard a bird that seemed to be black in color. When Cecil looked at it thoroughly, he could say that it was Crow Pheasant. What a bird! he exclaimed. At the same time his muse appeared, and he mentally composed a poem on this little creature. Later, this poem would be appeared in his Burma Verses to show his love for nature and birds.

Vladimir said rolling his eyes. His beast was about to reply him when he heard Rose calling Vladimir. "Vlad" Rose's excited voice reached his ear. "Yes love?" Vladimir asked. "See there's a beautiful bird on that tree." Rose said excited, completely amazed by the bird. It was blue in colour with strips of yellow on its back. It was truly beautiful. Though she has lived her whole life in forest she hasn't seen a bird like this till now. Vladimir looked to the direction where she was pointing and saw a plain blue coloured bird with ugly yellow strips on its back.

A gold glow appears in the fog and grows brighter by the second. Andricia soars up past me and I fall on my butt looking up at her. She is glowing, her pure white wings carry her beautifully. White feathers cover the large span of strong wings that carry her effortlessly. She has her golden crown glowing on her forehead with a red ruby in the center. She slowly lowers herself to the ground and her wings disappear, and she stops glowing.

Iya Agba’s voice resounds within his head as she hovers above. Following her movements through the sky with his eyes is surprisingly easy feat, and I can even see the smallest details from where I stand. I can’t place her type of bird, but it is way smaller than the hawks that attacked me, with streaks of white on the black feathers and body. “Let’s get away from here now,” Iya Agba calls again. Am I a witch too? Or a wizard? Is that why the hawks were after me? “Quit dreaming, we really have to go!”