TITLE: Harpy's Choice
GENRE: YA Fantasy
Helen hunched over the pool of rainwater, studying her reflection. She would do it this time—she would summon her Chastening face.
She bared her teeth and opened her eyes wide, her feathers puffed up and her wings spread open. Her reflection stared back at her, a frightened, wounded animal. Definitely not the terrifying visage that was the hallmark of the Chastening face.
Maybe I’m watching my reflection too much, Helen thought. I’ll get myself prepared and then look into the water. Turning away from the pool, she closed her eyes and concentrated. She snarled and growled and flapped her wings wildly. Her eyes squinted with venomous fury. An angry yowl poured from her throat. She whirled to glare ferociously into the pool.
Now she looked like she had eaten a bad piece of fruit.
Frustrated, she slapped her claw down into the water, shattering the reflection into countless little waves. How was she going to scare humans with a face like that?
Helen turned away from the pool. The cliffs were a place she came to often, a place where she could find peace and solitude, away from the pressures and expectations of the enclave. The rocky terrain bordering the forest broke off abruptly into a sharp cliff overhanging the ocean. Seagulls screamed and swooped over the deep azure sea. The ocean breeze wafted across the rocky terrain, the tang of salt and seaweed strong in her nostrils.