Hii lol I'm sick and I can't sing... idk how long this will last but I'll just share some writing while we wait for my voice to recover I guess This was written two years ago (when I was twelve) ~~~~~~~~~~ The wind whistled through the trees, and Kiera’s short yellow hair blew over her face. She giggled, brushing the frosty crystals out of her curls. Kiera reached out her chubby fingers, stroking the shivering pines free of their silvery headdresses. She toddled toward the frozen stream, but Monica caught her and dragged her back. Kiera scowled. Why was Monica always ruining her fun? She didn’t need taking care of; she was special. Monica thought Kiera was her daughter, but she wasn’t. Kiera belonged to the forest. Monica was patting Kiera’s hair down now, and reprimanding her for running off into the forest alone. But Kiera’s mind had wandered, and all her attention was on the little squirrel burying its nuts under the large oak. She smiled. She would go play with the squirrel once Monica was done talking. The little fellow’s nose twitched deftly, and he darted off into the woods. It took all of Kiera’s willpower to stop herself from darting after it. Her fingers began to curl, and she sent mental messages pleading Monica to stop her lecture so she could run, far, far away into the horizon. But Monica never understands, and never will. Kiera’s eyes glazed over. A vision. A tall, bulky shadow loomed over a small, brown, rodentlike creature. Was that a bear? Was that the same squirrel she saw earlier? The shadow crouched, and began stalking its target. It was hunting. Then the scene shifted, and Kiera saw a log. Over a river. Then blood. No, not blood! Kiera hated blood. She began to whimper, and her body began changing. Not in front of Monica, not in front of Monica! She willed herself to stop, to control the magic that was already taking hold. Antlers sprouted from her head, and her face elongated. Monica gasped as the deer that was once Kiera leaped across the stream, kicking up snow and ice, its cries filling the air. Then it was gone. Kiera was still thinking clearly, like the human she was, but something was amiss and she struggled to grasp it. She held on to what she was, but she could feel her mind slipping into that of a deer. Her nose scented the fresh pines, the dewy grass, the gentle snowfall. She picked her way through the forest, darting from place to place. Why was she here, anyway? Where was her herd? She was here for something, only she knew not what. As far as she remembered, this deer was who she was, who she had ever been. Her hoofs were changing into paws, and now she roared with the strength and valor of a Snow Leopard. A flash of memory erupted, and she knew, suddenly, that she had to kill a bear. She knew not why, but instincts kicked in and she followed the unmistakable smell of a grizzly. Kiera silently gave chase, weaving silently in and out of the evergreens. The brown shape in front of her sharpened, and Kiera could hear the details. Her nose picked up the shade of brown, her eyes feasted on its growl. Kiera could taste the bear’s smell, hear its fur. Every one of her acute senses picked up something about the bear, whether or not they were meant to. But she couldn’t control them. Kiera leapt up, bounded into the bear’s path, blocking it from its target. She seized its head, snapping off its neck and cutting short angry roars. Then in an instant, she shrank down into a stripy tabby, a tender, gentle mother, licking clean the wounds of a small petrified being. She knew not what the brown creature was, but it needed help. So, she picked up the little critter and brought it in to a den in the ground, safe from predators and the winter’s cold. With another purr of comfort, she shifted back to her human self, a six-year-old girl with blonde locks and a red knitted jersey. Her mind crawled back into place and locked itself there, and her human perception returned. She gazed back down into the den, expecting an injured squirrel curled up safely. But it wasn’t there. In its place lay a small, auburn-haired child, without so much as a scratch on his body. [cont. in notes and credits]
[read instructions first] Kiera didn’t even mind that somewhere else, Monica was puzzling over what she had witnessed. Because latching itself into her mind right now, was another vision. This boy she had saved, was to change history. Kiera’s eyes widened as the truth dawned upon her. Her powers had been given to her by another Fauna, another with the powers of nature and creatures. She had given the boy his, by saving him. She put her hand over her mouth and laughed at the amusing thought. She made a Fauna! Wow. The boy stirred, stretched, and rose. Yawning, he leaped onto a log over the river. The river softened and began flowing. Then, like Kiera did at her re-birth as a Fauna, he turned into a fish and swam away down the river, ready to guard another forest in need. Just as suddenly as it had melted to welcome the boy, the river froze again, its pale, cold, unmoving face glaring at the heavens. Kiera strolled back to her cabin, into Monica’s volley of questions. A single swiping gesture removed the day’s happenings from Monica’s mind, and Kiera was tucked into bed like any other day. As she began to drift away into sweet slumber, she was jolted awake by a cold, dangerous thought. Every bit of her vision was fulfilled: The attacker, the attacked, the log, the river. Every bit came true – all of it always did. Except one part – the blood. ~~~~~~~~~~ Written by @R4Rubi (no AI was used.) Thumbnail was made with the royalty-free graphics on CapCut (I didn't draw them
