Monday, April 1, 2013

The Changelings - Part One

I mentioned my changeling story before, back in December, but I didn't actually want to put anything up because it needed work, and I wanted to eventually rewrite it, but I don't think that's going to happen for a while, so I'm gonna go ahead and post it. There are eight parts, because it was a Creative Writing series I did.
Here goes: Part One of The Changelings (I think it needs a new name, but I'll get to that when I get to rewriting).


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Kay ducked her head against the wind and sleet, fluffing her feathers to try and stay warm. It didn't work very well. Thankfully, it wasn't long before a large eagle landed next to her. At least, she was pretty sure it was an eagle; All she could actually seen was a great brown blob. She looked up to see the eagle's face, (it's white head feathers blended perfectly in the blizzard) and was nearly blown off her perch. 

“Whoops! Careful, there.” The eagle said in a deep voice, putting a wing around the little robin. “Wind a little much for you?”

Kay hunkered down next to him and nodded.

Though her beak was chattering, she said, “Oren said I’m supposed to tell you that “they” are migrating tonight.”

The eagle nodded, his naturally severe look deepening. “In that case, I don’t have much time. I have to go.”

“Now?” Kay chirped in distress. “I just got warm.”

The eagle chuckled. “It’s not my fault you’re so small. Why be a robin anyway?”

Kay shrugged. Or at least, did the closest thing to a birdy shrug, which can look a little odd, seeing as they have no shoulders. “I didn’t want to be noticed. I didn’t realize it was going to snow until I was in the air.”

“Well, change into something warmer before you go.” He ruffled his feathers impatiently, anxious to be off.

Kay’s beady eyes closed and she spread her little wings, leaning forward. Slowly, her feathers began to shorten and in a few moments, a very small greyish chipmunk stood in her place. The eagle looked away for a moment, resisting the urge to snap her up for a snack.

“I’ll be off then.” He said briskly. “You’ll be good getting home?”

Kay nodded. “Just fine. There’s hardly anyone out tonight. Fly safe, Gregg.”

With that, she scampered off, quickly disappearing in the snow. Gregg turned and leapt off his perch, intending to glide to the ground. Unfortunately, the wind was so strong, he actually had to fly towards the ground and landed with an undignified flump. He hurriedly got to his feet and leaned forward, wings spread, much as Kay had. His tail feathers gathered and lengthened, smoothing to become furry. After a moment, a cream colored tabby cat had taken his place. Fortunately, he was bigger than Kay, so he could change into bigger creatures, as long as they were all about the same size. Gregg shook himself, hating the feeling of the old wetness, and bounded across the snowy terrain, hoping he wouldn’t come across Kay, who would be nigh unto irresistible for a hunter like himself. Even more, he worried about the message she had delivered. If “they” really were migrating, what could possibly have caused it?

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I know that was rather short, but the parts get longer, I promise. And more interesting. You even find out who "they" are. So, more to come soon!

Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass!
-Trinity

4 comments:

  1. That is really good!!!! Can't wait to figure out who "they" are:) You have a really neat blog, by the way.

    Layla.

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    1. I'm so glad!! I'll put more up real soon!

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