A Gentle Ripple

A soft breath stirs within me. I look down at my hands; my fingers uncurl and tighten gently around the glowing hilt. I can move. Slowly, carefully, I tilt the warm green beam toward the shallow water at my feet. The tip brushes a floating lily pad, causing quiet rings to spread across the dark surface. The air is cool and peaceful. I stand still, listening to the quiet of the mist.