Part 4a, Divine Messengers
The little bird was shoved out of the way by a pigeon after some food. Jami leaned down and picked up the small yellow, canary-like bird. It whistled happily to her as she placed a small piece of bread on her palm for the bird. The little yellow bird snatched it up and flew into the trees.
Jami sat back down on the park bench and looked at the sky where the little bird had flown off to. I wish I could fly away like that, Jami thought. Oh well, I can't so no reason to pout about it.
Jami turned back to the pigeons and finished throwing them the rest of her peanut butter and jam sandwich. She stood to leave. As she did, she notice an odd impression on the ground. It looked like someone had written in the pavement while it was wet. But as far as Jami could remember, they hadn't had wet pavement on this walkway for a decade. Besides, she came here everyday and still hadn't seen it.
Eight letters indented into the ground.
Jami walked over to the word, staring intensely. She noticed a piece of chalk and as she bent down to take a closer look at it, picked up the chalk and wrote over the word to see it better. In bright yellow letters, the word DIVINITY took form as the chalk filled the spaces. Jami reached above it and unconsciously drew an outline of a wing above the word.
She looked up suddenly and stared at what she had drawn. She hadn't seen this symbol before, yet it had some great significance that linked to her. She knew that much. Jami reached out to touch the wing. Her fingers glowed a brilliant saffron at the tips and the picture followed suit, glowing almost as strongly.
Jami pulled her fingers back and landed on her butt. She jumped up and took a step back from the word and the symbolic. Her mind reeled to think about what had happened. She had no idea how or why that he happened.
A bright yellow feather fluttered onto Jami's shoulder. She started to glow a golden copper when suddenly she was comforted by the soft color which emanated from her. The little canary bird fluttered down and landed on her shoulder.
The wind picked up, blasting the feathers off the ground and around Jami. Each one turned from a dull grey, blue, black, purple, green, white or rust color into a brilliant gold. The feathers blew faster and faster, swirling closer and closer to Jami's face, each one brushing it delicately. Soon the feathers blocked out the world around her and all that could be heard above the wind was the canary, singing.
One crystal clear note hung in the air and rang with the distinct sound of DIVINITY.
The little bird was shoved out of the way by a pigeon after some food. Jami leaned down and picked up the small yellow, canary-like bird. It whistled happily to her as she placed a small piece of bread on her palm for the bird. The little yellow bird snatched it up and flew into the trees.
Jami sat back down on the park bench and looked at the sky where the little bird had flown off to. I wish I could fly away like that, Jami thought. Oh well, I can't so no reason to pout about it.
Jami turned back to the pigeons and finished throwing them the rest of her peanut butter and jam sandwich. She stood to leave. As she did, she notice an odd impression on the ground. It looked like someone had written in the pavement while it was wet. But as far as Jami could remember, they hadn't had wet pavement on this walkway for a decade. Besides, she came here everyday and still hadn't seen it.
Eight letters indented into the ground.
Jami walked over to the word, staring intensely. She noticed a piece of chalk and as she bent down to take a closer look at it, picked up the chalk and wrote over the word to see it better. In bright yellow letters, the word DIVINITY took form as the chalk filled the spaces. Jami reached above it and unconsciously drew an outline of a wing above the word.
She looked up suddenly and stared at what she had drawn. She hadn't seen this symbol before, yet it had some great significance that linked to her. She knew that much. Jami reached out to touch the wing. Her fingers glowed a brilliant saffron at the tips and the picture followed suit, glowing almost as strongly.
Jami pulled her fingers back and landed on her butt. She jumped up and took a step back from the word and the symbolic. Her mind reeled to think about what had happened. She had no idea how or why that he happened.
A bright yellow feather fluttered onto Jami's shoulder. She started to glow a golden copper when suddenly she was comforted by the soft color which emanated from her. The little canary bird fluttered down and landed on her shoulder.
The wind picked up, blasting the feathers off the ground and around Jami. Each one turned from a dull grey, blue, black, purple, green, white or rust color into a brilliant gold. The feathers blew faster and faster, swirling closer and closer to Jami's face, each one brushing it delicately. Soon the feathers blocked out the world around her and all that could be heard above the wind was the canary, singing.
One crystal clear note hung in the air and rang with the distinct sound of DIVINITY.
