Hey guys... we meet again!

Okay, so... first, I want to thank Fenix139 and etest for the favs and or/follows.

Then, I just want to give a quick explanation if soon I will have a school exam... so as you know, I might be a little late to continue with this story. But, don't worry, after the exam is over, there is a long vacation waiting for me.

Now... happy reading.


In the evening... in my room that now looks brighter than usual. All this is Jewel's fault, which forces me to give a review for her book... ah... her books, more precisely.

"Haah... I haven't read a book such a novel for a long time." I mumble, sitting on a chair next to the broken window, I can see clearly the bright night sky.

"Two thick books, and I have to read them all, plus give them a review for each... in just one week." I continued, somewhat grumbling.

I took a deep breath...

But maybe, because of her... my room came back to life... colorful, and decorated by the starlight that sneaked through the broken window.

But, I'm not sure if I... my wings are...

Able to move...

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The next day... in the school library...

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"What the heck is that? Your writing is such a little kid... " Jewel, she laughs at me after seeing my wingwriting," No... that's even worse..." she still laughs at me.

The library today looked quiet, there's only the two of us. Because today is a special day where all the students are working together to clean up the school, and only Jewel and I are given free time to complete the books publishing... because the principal here knows if we're both writers...

Well, I used to be...

The warm breeze in April enters through the open library windows, with the fluttering curtains, with the strands of fallen petals being a beautiful decorator in this lonely library.

Well, but it seems like this sunny morning isn't that quiet... because we both started arguing again...

"Shut your beak!" I yelled irritably, breaking the silence, "Who's asking me to give a review of your books, huh?!"

"Hehe... sorry..." she chuckled.

"My goodness... I haven't read all your books yet, but why I was told to write early?!"

"That's right...!" Roberto suddenly joined in our conversation.

He stared at us through the wide-open window. Because the library is on the first floor, and faces exactly into the school grounds, where the students are busy clean up.

"You can use a laptop or computer to write, right?"

"No!" Jewel shouted at him, "It's not writing, but typing!" she declared, "As a writer... there's nothing more delicious than paper with pencil...!"

"Ah... right..." Roberto commented, innocently.

"Delicious, eh?" I thought.

"You heard that, Hyacinthum!" Jewel pointed at me, "Can you forget the pleasure? When our fingers dance on paper? " she seems to be encouraging me.

"But still... I have to read your books first to write a review." I grumbled, "Geez... why are you doing this?"

"Because..." then, she shouted, "It takes great courage to sail in an uncharted ocean!"

"Eh...?" Roberto and I looked at each other, puzzled.

"Hmmm... I see..." suddenly, Gracie also joined in this conversation, and stood beside Roberto, "In other words... we have to pay attention to everything. Clouds, skies, stars, winds, sea waves, lightning, to determine the direction of the uncharted ocean."

"Exactly!" Jewel shouted.

"Then, you asked him to practice writing again, so he can go back as before?" continued Roberto.

"That's also true!" Jewel replied, shouting.

"Well... this is a very rare moment, where Blu wants to write again." Gracie said, smiling.

"Isn't it?" Jewel grinned.

"You're all so noisy, you know!" I grumbled, "I can't focus..." I started grasping the pencil with my trembling wings, and was about to scratch it on a white sheet.

"Okay then, we'll give you some space, mister Hyacinthum..." Jewel taunted me, then she stood on the window and immediately jumped out onto the school grounds, "Come on, guys...! we continue to clean up the school grounds!" shouted Jewel vigorously running toward the middle of it.

"But you're not supposed to get out through the window..." Gracie said.

"Alright Jewel...!" Roberto seemed as eager as Jewel, and ran towards her.

"Ah... you smell sweat...!" Jewel said cheerfully.

"Of course... this is the smell of spirit!"

"Geez... they're both such a..." Gracie said, still standing outside the window, "They look good together, right?" she asked me.

"Yeah..." I replied, but I just focused on what was in front of me.

"Alright then, good luck, mister G..." then, I heard her steps begin to fade among the roar of the wind.

I smiled, put the pencil on the table... sat and stared at the ceiling, and saw my surroundings filled with bookshelves.

I sighed, then muttered to myself...

"So now I'm surrounded by books again, eh?"

I grabbed the pencil again, "Come on, Blu... you can do it." I gave a suggestion to myself, "Just write your name..."

Trembling, nervous, and stiff... my pencil sweeps are wavy, unkempt, and crumpled..

("Most importantly... they all enjoy it, right? 'Our books.'")

But, her words ceaselessly echoed in my head...

("Through books, we will never be forgotten!")

But I guess that's what moved me...

A pair of wings that are not moved by nerves or brain... but heart.

3rd person POV

Meanwhile, on the busy school grounds. All the students, and the teachers together cleaned up the school grounds... the falling leaves, the scattered flowers, the stinging spring breezes in the warm sunshine.

In addition to cleaning the yard, they also pull out, and move the large vases. Various flowers, coloring the corners of the school yard. Watering them, and letting them feel the joy of spring.

"Haah... I feel tired..." Gracie murmured, sitting under a flowering tree.

"It isn't like you," Jewel chuckled, and sat down beside her, "You're the captain of the baseball school team, and have been practicing for hours under the sun, without sweating a bit."

"Shut up..." Gracie grunted, wagging her wings to lower her temperature,"That was in winter. Besides, the vase I picked up was very heavy."

"Ah right..." Jewel replied.

They were silent for a moment, saying nothing. Jewel just looked down beside Gracie who still wagging her wings. They both shelter from the heat of the sun... enjoy the whisper of the spring breeze.

"It's just April, but why is it so hot..." Gracie muttered, but Jewel suddenly interrupted her...

"Hey, Gres..."

Gracie turned toward her, who was still bending her face.

"Is this okay? Forcing Gunderson to write again... " Jewel's face showed a sense of regret,"I mean, he... he can't write anymore, can he?"

Gracie paused for a moment, smiling and staring at Blu from a distance, through the open library window...

"It's okay..." Gracie's response was cheerful, "The force way is the right thing for Blu. It must be like that!" she exclaimed with a tone of enthusiasm.

Jewel looked up, and looked at Gracie's smile,"Why? Why are you doing this?" asked Jewel.

"Eh? why... you say?" Gracie looked puzzled, she seemed to think for a moment, "Well, maybe... I just want to see him write again from behind that broken window..."

Jewel just stared at her...

"And also... I really miss his books... his beautiful chapters." she continued, smiling at Jewel.

Jewel was stunned by her response, "Beautiful chapters... eh?" she murmured to herself, staring at Blu who is still sitting in a lonely library... but looking so sparkling.

In the afternoon...

Blu's POV

"So, what do you think?"

I asked to Jewel who was standing... staring at my wingwriting, still in the lonely library...

Somehow I feel breathless, though I just wrote my name ...

"What do you think?" I asked once again, because she's not answered yet.

And still no answer... only the voices of the students still on the schoolyard, as did Roberto and Gracie. They are still training for the tournament which will arrive two weeks away. They are really hardworking, aren't they? Even though their energy has been drained after cleaning the school grounds this morning, they are still excited.

"Well..." Jewel began to let out her voice, "I... I don't know..." she, somehow sounded not so happy.

"What's wrong?" I asked again.

But, she just stared at my wings...

"Listen..." she paused for a moment, looked away from me, and looked at the school grounds through the library window, "You suffer like this, just because of my stupid books... I... I'm really sorry..."

"Never insult your own books," I said, smiling and walking toward her.

"...?" she turned her head, looked at me with a puzzled look, as if waiting for me to continue my words.

"That is the first lesson of your mentor..." I continued, leaning back beside her slender talons, "Do I look suffering? Haah..." I took a deep breath,"Well, yes of course... because I'm sailing in an uncharted ocean, right?"

I smiled at her... her teary eyes so glowing, reflecting the orange light in the late afternoon.

"You're such a weird bird..." she whispered.

Together with a girl who likes my friend in a lonely library. It was as if we were hiding from the orange light that radiated the warmth of spring.

It feels so comfortable...


Chapter 6 : Moved


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"So... what do you think?"

"That's... beautiful..."

And done...

Alright guys... thank you for taking the time to read this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it.

I will see you again in the next chapter...

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3rd person POV

Cloudy evenings... The weather of the night was very different from the daylight. The sky was cloudy, without visible starlight. On a quiet street, there was a bus that stopped at a bus stop close to a hospital. From there, down a bird wearing a brown sweater, to keep his/her body from the cold in the starless night.

Not long after the bus left him/her... the rain started to fall. Slowly, the rain began to dense. The bird immediately used his/her umbrella to avoid getting soaked.

With a shower of rain, he/she walked through the quiet side of the road... walked to the hospital not far from the bus stop.

Walking slowly under the rain... alone under the dark skies.

The bird walked to the entrance, folded his/her umbrella and headed for a crowded registration room by patients who are visibly ill.

"Ah... Jewel, isn't it?" a nurse called the bird.

The bird... Jewel, turned and looked at the nurse.

"Are you here for your routine check-up?" the nurse asked with a friendly smile.

"Yes, please..."