The Conduit The Gryphon Series - By Stacey Rourke Page 0,9

and tilted my face up to let the sun warm my skin. I inhaled the smells of the forest. Floral and pine intermingled. Every color in the rainbow was represented in the collection of wildflowers that peppered the soil. It seemed that the trees, in their massive size, had taken a step back to give their tiny friends a place to prosper.

The desire to capture this breathtaking beauty invigorated me. I pulled out my pad and pencils and immersed myself in drawing after drawing. For hours I drew and sketched. Time escaped me. I lost myself in the shadows and details on the paper. When I stopped to stretch my cramping back, I was shocked to discover it was already dusk. Not wanting to be in the woods alone after dark, I bent down to collect my things. Something moved to the right of me. I wasn’t alone.

Perched not twenty feet from me on a nearby branch was the eagle. A chill ran through me. Birds as a rule aren’t scary. Unless they can light up, in which case uneasiness is justified if not expected.

I ignored the hair standing up on the back of my neck, swallowed my own trepidation, and called to it. “Hey, pretty birdie.”

The eagle responded to my acknowledgment by lifting off its branch and landing on the fallen tree an arm’s distance from me. Up close it was bigger than I expected, a fact that made me bite back a squeal.

“Aren’t you bold.” I noticed a slight tremble in my laugh.

Careful not to spook the avian creature with talons that can tear flesh from bone, I moved at a pace that would make a snail look speedy as I reached into my bag for the sandwich I brought. I broke off a piece of crust and laid it on my palm. As I extended my arm to the eagle I struggled to control my nervous shaking. A gasp escaped me as it snatched the bread with its sharply hooked beak.

Its lack of hesitation made me wonder if it was a lost pet. The majestic colors would make sense if it was a rare, expensive bird. Maybe it wasn’t my most brilliant idea, but I decided to test this theory by attempting to touch it. With a trembling hand I reached out to the mighty bird. It held perfectly still as the tips of my fingers made contact with its silky feathers.

A sudden blinding flash exploded around me. My head began to pound. I brought my hands up to massage my now throbbing temples. The eagle hopped closer to me. I looked up in surprise as it touched my arm with its beak. Another blinding flash overcame me, this time accompanied by a fun hallucination. As I looked in the bird’s eyes I could’ve sworn they elongated, the pupils expanded. Its eyes became…human.

I scrambled off the tree trunk, head swimming, vision blurring. A wave of nausea slammed into me, no doubt a combination of my intense headache and panic. I spun toward the bird, afraid to turn my back on it.

“What are you?” I screamed, my voice bordering on hysteria.

The eagle lowered its golden head and pulled in its wings. A soft glow began in the torso of the bird. In seconds the glow spread through its entire body.

“Oh, no.” I gasped. “Not again. Look, you seem like a nice enough…mystical…thing. But you have to stop the glowing and brain flashes. I’ll…I’ll help you find your owner, who’s probably used to this stuff. But you have to stop doing…that. Okay?”

The bird paused as if to consider my rant, then shook its head. My mind reeled yet again.

It understood me.

The glow intensified. I shook my head and backed away from the bird, as if denial could stop this from happening.

Before me the luminescent creature began to grow, its light reached a blinding level. I shielded my eyes but tried to peek around my arm. Its expanding size no longer resembled a bird. I couldn’t tell what it was anymore. I felt I should run, but the mixture of morbid curiosity and fear rooted my feet to that spot.

Like a switch had been flipped the light vanished. The eagle was gone. In its place was a woman — of sorts. Her face was flawless beauty, made odd by the golden feathers that cascaded from her head in place of hair. Her curvaceous body was absent of clothing, but adorned with bronze feathers. Gigantic wings of the same color sprouted