A forgotten myth. A dark, hidden desire. No one sees Deities but one boy. The Vullens' Curse(FREE): http://amzn.com/B00C7XETLY The Deities' Touch: http://amzn.com/B00CMR0ZP4 The Vision-Stone: http://amzn.com/B00O58IIO8 “What have you found, Deilia?” arose a voice from behind her. A shimmery being floated; her translucent form flitted from tree to tree. The woman’s red hair drifted around her, and her pale skin was dotted with green specks. Her elegant body twisted around a branch. “A stick.” Deilia turned the scorched branch over in her hand. Her head tipped to one side. The trees around them shrieked like a child; the other Deities wanting to get close to Deilia. The red-haired apparition shooed them away with annoyance. “So needy,” she chastised them. Her long legs kicked in the air, and she floated down to rest several feet in front of Deilia. She opened her mouth, and a sweet melody began to drift through the air. Deilia watched in awe as wind sprites danced around Shuro. Their tiny fingers twisted in the locks of the Deity’s glorious hair. The wind sprites flowing and ever changing colorful hair seemed to mold together with the woman on the wind. by Natasha House

A forgotten myth. A dark, hidden desire. No one sees Deities but one boy. The Vullens' Curse(FREE): http://amzn.com/B00C7XETLY The Deities' Touch: http://amzn.com/B00CMR0ZP4 The Vision-Stone: http://amzn.com/B00O58IIO8 “What have you found, Deilia?” arose a voice from behind her. A shimmery being floated; her translucent form flitted from tree to tree. The woman’s red hair drifted around her, and her pale skin was dotted with green specks. Her elegant body twisted around a branch. “A stick.” Deilia turned the scorched branch over in her hand. Her head tipped to one side. The trees around them shrieked like a child; the other Deities wanting to get close to Deilia. The red-haired apparition shooed them away with annoyance. “So needy,” she chastised them. Her long legs kicked in the air, and she floated down to rest several feet in front of Deilia. She opened her mouth, and a sweet melody began to drift through the air. Deilia watched in awe as wind sprites danced around Shuro. Their tiny fingers twisted in the locks of the Deity’s glorious hair. The wind sprites flowing and ever changing colorful hair seemed to mold together with the woman on the wind.

by Natasha House



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