Falling Gravity (Season 01)

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Splash.

The water formed waves as a body dived in the pool. Wendy swam back up and caught her breath. She looked at the water with a smile, her freckles were showing again. She usually hid them with makeup, but she didn't mind letting them show — it made her look even more beautiful, in her opinion. She passed a hand through her ginger hair with her eyes closed, pulling her hair out of her face and showing her forehead. She opened her eyes and peered down on the water. She held a chartreuse-green stone that was wrapped on a black cloth like a brooch on her green swimsuit, and peered down on the water with a serious look.

"Reveal my subjects," she said. "Show me a glance of this mortal realm."

Her reflection on the water slowly changed to the image of the local lake of town. There were plenty of people in there, some she had already seen, some seemed to have changed a bit. But of course, recognisable to Wendy — she was a goddess, after all. Well, she recognised almost everyone.

A new girl in town, she had never seen that girl before. Although she had a cliché face and hair, she still got the attention of the Wendy. Wendy knew there was only one way to see her closer, that way was diving in again. This time, deeper. She closed her eyes and sank her head on the water. She opened her eyes, seeing personally all of the people she had saw only as a watery image — but they didn't see her.

She walked around the lake, the children running passed through her body like she didn't even exist there — many in her place would feel weird or freaked out, she was basically like a ghost. But she didn't care. She never did, not even before she retrieved her godly powers. At the moment, she only cared about killing her curiosity on the blue-eyed blonde girl whose hair was probably fake. Didn't take her too long to find them, she caught sight of them sitting together on a small boat not too far from the bay, they were fishing together. Wendy approached the family — walking on the water — and sat on the first empty space she could find, watching the family and waiting for anything to come out of the girl's mouth — to know how she was like, to study her. She had to know, she was a goddess.

And the gods know all.

"Hey, I bet I can get a bigger fish than you!" the white-haired kid, a bouncy type, said. Wendy knew him, and if she could, she would be infuriated at him. Somehow, he was blocked from her powers, she couldn't see his mind. She held on the stone again, her eyes glowed the same green the stone did. Nothing changed, he was still blocked from her.

"Whoever wins gets to pick the ice cream flavour!" a tall fat man said. Deuce Bud Corduroy, father of the bouncy little kid. He, unlike his son, had his mind unlocked, free for Wendy to spy.

"I'm in!" the blonde girl finally spoke up. Wendy cocked her head to the girl's direction, her eyes still glowed. Her mind was opened. Good, very, very good. Wendy took a glimpse of her mind, didn't take her too long to find two names. Pacifica Valentino, and Pacifica Corduroy. Oh, so she was a new child of the Corduroys. How fascinating. Wonder why she wasn't around before? Was she adopted? Wendy didn't know yet. For some reason, even if opened, her mind was restricted. Wendy let go of her amulet, her eyes stopped glowing and turned back to the usual brown.

Her giggle echoed in Pacifica's head. She turned around quickly, slightly panicked and shocked. Wendy looked at Pacifica with no remorse, neither fear or concern — she couldn't see her even if she tried, unless. . .

She had powers too.

But that wasn't possible. Wendy knew better. She's the only one in town with magic, and even if not, her magic was the strongest of all. She had the powers of her previous goddess form — before the sad treason of the other gods that trapped her in an endless cycle of reincarnation in a weak meat sack. Well, at least she wasn't ugly, neither too common-looking.

Wendy watched as the family threw their fishing rod's hook on the lake. For the first time, the bouncy kid stood still, focused. Her eyes turned to the only person she hadn't checked the mind, a white-haired woman. Wendy held the stone once again and took a peek of the woman's mind. A satisfied curved smile shortly appeared on her face before it faded away and returned to her previous serious expression.

She turned her head to the boy, who seemed to whisper-talk to Pacifica, who raised an eyebrow. "What are up to, Gideon?" she heard her said in a low voice. The boy, Gideon, winked at Pacifica. He discretely turned to his parents and then turned to the water. Wendy tilted her head in curiosity. What was he doing?

His eyes glowed — to Wendy's surprise — in a shade of blue. The water slightly glowed with him. A shoal quickly swam next to the boat, and that was it. Gideon's eyes stopped glowing. Wendy wouldn't be surprised if he got a fish before everyone else.

"I got one!" the mom said. Oh, would you look at that, Gideon didn't win. Even with his little magic trick.

Fascinating.

That's all Wendy has to think about this. She was wrong, wasn't she? Someone else has magic too, and this boy had magic too. But was he a god too? Why didn't his magic trick work to help him? Did his magic betray him or did he allow himself to be defeated? Oh, no, that couldn't be possible, humans are arrogant, self-centred — they hate defeat; Maybe he didn't have much knowledge on his own abilities, or didn't know how to use them.

She had to bring him there.

Wendy closed her eyes and swam back up, reappearing in the pool and taking deep breaths. She opened her eyes and swam to the stairs of the pool. She took the stone off of the cloth on her swimsuit and headed to the shower room.

Ten minutes passed. Wendy was walking through the halls of her palace, ignoring all of the paintings and portraits of herself on the walls. The various tao symbols attached on the roof looked like lamps — which, they were. As she walked inside of the last room in the hall, people in hoods turned to her as she walked towards her shrine. She smoothed her hanfu and sat down on a cushion chair on the shrine. The others in the room gathered in front of her and bowed down to her.

"Your majesty, the great Empress of the Heavens," they said at the same time. "Wendy Wonder."