Each Tuesday, I will be sharing a short story, over several parts. When one ends, I will begin another the following week. I hope you enjoy! 🙂
She transformed before his eyes. A maiden with long locks, feathered, like wings, but her wings were gone. The owl was confused a bit, not really knowing what it was he was experiencing. Trying not to stare, as her feathers became a cloak, now draped across her shoulders, she was more human than owl. Except for her eyes. They pierced through him, never blinking.
He tried to back away, more and more, as she became less and less an owl. Standing before…
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