Falling Feathers Chapter 18
Chapter 18: One of Us
Hace sat calmly in the crisp morning air turning his face to the sky and watching for bird that might fly overhead or simply staring at the top branches of gnarled trees that swayed slightly in the chilly winds. Hace exhaled softly and drew his arms up around himself to try and keep warm while catching movement out of the corner of his left eye and turning to see a small field mouse stop to look at him before darting away.
Hace smiled as he watched it scurry across the ground, kicking up little bits of dust as it went. Occasionally it would stop with ears up and eyes fixated on him, but then it would return to jumping around with its tail in the air. After a few minutes of watching it dart about aimlessly he raised his hand to his face and began trying to change it into a weapon with no success. He tried to think like Crovix and imagine what her soul wavelength would be like if she were here at that moment. Suddenly someone reached over his sh
Falling Feathers Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen: Saving a Witch
"Quiet!" Helena whispered sharply to Karsh.
"I'm not saying anything!" Karsh sputtered.
"What's wrong with you?!"
"Hey! Stop it!" Sterling snapped looking over his shoulder at the two and crouching low in the bushes near where the witches convened. Hace had to be in there somewhere, and although it was just about the largest structure he had ever seen he was positive he'd find his idiot brother.
Getting to his feet Sterling flipped his hood up and trotted in the darkness to the side of the building, where he hesitated before looking up the stone wall where a large window was lighting up with different shades of blue as bolts of magic shot past the glass. The teen turned his head sideways and raised both his eyebrows; the window wasn't too far above him, perhaps four or five feet and definitely somewhere he could climb to. He took hold of the bricks that made up the building and climbed about a foot before the air filled wi
Falling Feathers Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen: The New Player
A woman around the age of twenty-one with white blonde hair walked slowly through the streets of Venice with the light continuously bleaching her hair and shimmering in her deep purple blue eyes. She was wearing a white dress that came to her knees and carrying a shopping bag, but as peaceful as she appeared a tattoo of a crescent and a diamond were still visible under a thin layer of makeup. She carried herself happily down the streets looking down into the green water of the canals when she could and up into the skies and at taller buildings when she could not.
She walked with an almost overly happy smile that some may consider creepy, down alleys and through small courtyards where trees were planted and light just barely was able to filter through. She had been sent out for a few unimportant things by her husband who had just returned from Death City and wanted to speak with her. She loved him very much and although she was an ext