Possibility
Hi, here’s part 2 of my book, The Girl With The Last Light. This section includes one of my favourite characters whose name is ‘Little Bird’. She’s made of the essence of possibility. She’s a little spirit creature whose sole purpose is to find hope where others can’t find it. May she breathe possibility into your day too.
Preface, Part 2: Possibility
Little Bird knew how to find possibility where others couldn’t. She would never understand, nor try to, why people stopped believing in better things.
Little bird was a creature of absolute magic. She could travel to any place, any universe, anywhere she could feel the essence of what she was made of: Possibility. Places with glimmers of hope; places where goodness was almost abandoned. She flew into them and beat her wings until she had stirred the hope back to life.
When the first mangled bone creature burst out of the raven woman’s hand the little bird felt hope in a place whose spirits of land and people had been broken. She noticed the silence no one else paid heed to. She came to the Grey Isle, landing there where the bird had flown, in the past, to the forest where the stumbling short winged animal began calling for something to help it survive.
The little bird gazed through the thick grey mist and saw there was nothing to help the creature live. She watched until it died, disintegrating into grey ash.
She was about to leave when something stirred through the trees and a coyote walked silently into the clearing and sniffed at the ash.
The little birds eyes sparkled. The coyote was magic. The dead thing was magic too. And both were a good kind of magic. There was hope that went against everything else on the grey isle where heavy disenchantments were etched into the mist and wind and rain and hearts of people.
She’d heard of an old angel who could make almost anything.
He might know what to do.
She twirled and in a flurry of tiny red wings sparkling with silver she disappeared and went in search of the angel whose name was Sariel.
Thank you for reading. Tomorrow you’ll meet the old Angel, Sariel.
With love,
Lucy