Tales by moonlight

from the earlier fall, but the strange and sudden drying of my clothes and skin lingered in my mind like a vivid dre

a mossy rock. The basket tumbled from my hands, sending freshly washed cl

as if my hands alone could stop the flow. Then, something incredible happened. The water seemed to pau

ard me, as if an invisible hand was guiding them. My fingers trembled as I picked up each piece, my breaths comin

d, clutching the basket tightly against my chest. My pulse roared in m

e stories and more like prophecies. Could I really be one of them? Her voice echoed in my memory: "There's power in

s natural course, but the moment lingered in the air, heavy and surreal. I took a shaky ste

voice barely audible. "

A bird's call echoed through the trees, and the rustling leaves whispered secrets I could

the ground. Instead, I sank to my knees by the water's edge, my fingers trailing over its su

n it, willing it to move. To my shock, the droplet slid down the leaf and hovered in the air, defying gravity. I gasped, jerking ba

p of water caught my eye, and as I concentrated, it began to rise, floating gently t

ing on the opposite bank of the stream. His clothes were simple but neat, and his presence felt steady,

clutching the basket tighter

en this before. You're special, Sarah, just as your grandmother said.

do you know my name? How

hidden as you think. I've trained others like you. With my help,

head. "No. This isn't real.

overwhelming, but you're not alone. I ca

th quickened as panic set in. "Stay away from me," I managed to say before turning and running up

e lingered in my mind: "You're not alone." I ran faster, de