The First Chapter

The first chapter in 'Harvest Moon'.

The snowflakes glinted in the bright harvest moon light, shining across the frozen lake as the black bird swooped down.

Yes, she thought. Harvest moon. She landed on a bare tree, watching as the moon rose higher. Soon the light brushed against her scaly feet and the transformation began. Gold dust swept around her, lifting feathers off her body. The moon was just hovering above the horizon as a woman was crouched in the tree. She had straight, light brown hair that hung to her waist. White and black feathers were knotted into her hair. Pale skin glittered in the moonlight as the woman raised her hand to the light. A length of rope was tied around her wrist, before looping around her middle finger. She raised her dark eyes to the black sky and laughed. Tears of joy ran down her cheeks and plopped into the snow below her. The woman jumped down from the tree and ran to the hollow tree where the witch told her the clothes would be.

Lyra pulled on the green velvet cloak and sighed happily. She traipsed into the frozen woods, whistling. A harsh, sharp call answered her and Caspian crashed through the trees. The falcon landed on Lyra's outstretched arm.

"Caspian," Lyra said softly, stroking his feathers. The bird called again. Lyra laughed and stroked him again.

"Come, Caspian. The harvest moon is bright and I have spent too long in my bird-body. Let us explore! I want to see how much the forest has changed in my human eyes."

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Lyra and Caspian trekked through the forest together. Lyra enjoyed the brisk air burning in her nose, the faint wind caressing her face. Caspian just enjoyed Lyra being human again.

Suddenly Caspian took off, flapping hurriedly. Lyra suddenly felt alone, and tried to squint into the darkness to see what scared Caspian off.

A man on a horse appeared, a lantern held between his fingers.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you on the way to the Prince's coronation ball?" Lyra nearly said no, but then smiled wickedly, revealing pointed canine teeth. 

"I am," she glanced at the brightly lit castle. "Try to keep up." She sprinted into the darkness towards the castle, laughing, her giggles sounding strangely like a blackbird's call. 

Author's Note

I'm obsessed with the thought of turning into an animal.

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[Zabella]

Sorry it's so short, guys.