Mother Nature

Chapter 1

Tears of the Angel poured down on earth. 

She ran her nimble fingers over the cool glass of the window. Everything was tranquil. The ticking of the old cuckoo clock, the soft humming of the AC, the gentle batting of long gold dusted eyelashes.  

She sighed; her breath fogging up the glass.

The tears ran down in droplets outside, separated only by a thin wall of glass. Her eyes slid lazily over the view; the branches of the weeping willow tree really did look like it was crying, its arms drooping in despair as the rain flooded away its life force. The wind was picking up, she could sense it. Its large and powerful body moving slowly but surely across the mountains. 

She squinted, her vision immediately sharpening as they zoomed in on the blades of grass; most were bended, forced by the wind. A few brave and fearless dandelions refused, the wind in return whisked away its beauty into a disappearing trail of white.

She didn’t know why her eyes did that, she remembered her confusion at it when she was around five. Her mom had just told her it was something she was born with and shouldn’t take too seriously. 

Laser-sharp vision for the rest of your life.... whats there to complain about?

She closed her eyes. 

She could feel it. 

The energy and force of nature; the rushing of the wind, the staccato-like pitter-patter of the rain, the strength of the willow’s roots and the photosynthesis in the plants.

She waited. 

Slowly her hands began to tingle with warm energy. It slowly curled its way up to her arms and then to her shoulders. She let out a soft breathe of pleasure, this was not the first time. She was fascinated by this enchanting and invisible force, it was as if-

‘Ivy!’

The string of force snapped as Ivy slumped in frustration. She turned around to glare at a little girl that shared her bloodline. 

‘What?’ she asked exasperated. 

The petite girl looked up at her, her eyes the color of rich brown soil flecked with black. 

‘Look at this app I got on my iPhone!’ She squealed excitedly. ‘It’s called Candy Crush. Its so cool!’ 

Ivy tried not to roll her eyes as she raked through her vivid-carmine red hair. 

‘So why are you here?’ she asked, not unkindly.

 The little girl’s face shone with excitement.

‘I thought you might want to try it,’ she answered simply as she nudge the high-tech gadget into Ivy’s hands, ‘here.’

Ivy looked at the sleek piece of metal sitting in her hands, her eyes reflecting confusion for a second, but she swiftly settled into a composed posture.

‘You know I don’t really like these things Belle.’ 

Belle pouted. ‘I know but I really do wish you’d try it. It would be so much fun if we could compete against each other.’ 

Ivy smiled. 

‘Remember what I told you about competition? Your greatest competitor is-’

‘Myself. I know, I know.’ Belle cut in with tone of annoyance. ‘You’ve said it about a zillion times.’ 

‘I don’t say it for nothing. Now why don’t you see if you can beat your own high score?’ Ivy suggested gently, ruffling her little sister’s russet-red hair.