A/N: Hey if anyone reads this, this is just a short story that I wrote in my creative writing class at school. It's just a story based on a picture I found online. Its quite short and is really just a descriptive piece. This is my first time posting any writing on wattpad so I'm still a bit new. If anyone reads hope you like.
The sound of beating wings filled the air of the valley. It was a beautiful valley, gorgeous in its simplicity. The sparse foliage of the trees stretching through the dip in the mountain range. The emerald grass glinted a silver hue in the golden light of the dawn sun, the purple droplets of colour scattered everywhere, shining with dew from the river spray. The river ran throughout the valley in twists and turns dodging trees. If one looked closely they might second guess these pathways the river took. They might see that the river moved itself slowly through the land, how it did not twist around one tree more than a minute. They might find that instead of the animals coming to drink from its waters it found its way to it. And they might realize that it circled itself, round and round a silhouette crouched upon a rock.
But no one would see this for no human knew of these lands. Only the animals of the land, blessed by the mother herself could come here. And for this one would realise, that the figure sitting on a rock weeping, in fact had wings and therefore could not be named a human. Wings of clouds and stardust, feathers of purest white. She looked as if plucked from heaven herself in her utter perfection.
But this figure felt anything but and with the swirling stream picking up her tears, one might wonder why, why a creature of such utter beauty would weep. But one would not have to go far to find out why, for the whistling wind had the answer.
Listening carefully one could hear the wind calling to her daughter in comforting words, giving words of warmth and wisdom. She told her child not to cry, for the world still lived and had answers.
And with the comfort of her words the figure looked up, looked up high to the sky. She looked up and realized her mother was right and the world was not yet broken as she gazed up at the sky of beating wings, her sisters.
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A/N , this is the picture I based this story off. I take no credits for the picture and give all credit to the artist.
