“That’s not fair,” Lina murmured. “Why must I lose what I love?”
The first transformation was small: she could climb better, scale the manor’s low walls with fingers that remembered new holds. Her voice gained a silver edge, and with it a confidence that made the tailor unintentionally spill his measurements. People began asking favors of her—fetch this, speak to that neighbor—and she obligingly did more than asked. Her mother’s stitches tightened into new patterns, and Lina found some coins in the hem of a coat where she had never seen them before.
No one in the village remembered when the willow by the river had first taken to humming. It had always stood there, bowed and patient, roots knotted like knuckles beneath damp earth. In spring it sprouted leaves; in autumn it shed them. But then, on a night when the moon was a thin coin and the mist lay low, the willow hummed a tune that made the innkeeper’s teacups rattle. metamorphosis manga download exclusive
That night the willow hummed louder. Lina could hear syllables now—not words a child should understand, but the shape of language. She thought of being small in the world, feet too flat for the lines of the earth, and of the way the river kept moving even when everything else stood still. She went to the willow, barefoot and stoic, and the woman was there, sitting with her back against the trunk as if they had been keeping each other company forever.
But the willow’s humming grew urgent, like a clock whose hands began to hurry. Once, when the moon hung low and the mist had returned, Lina found the woman waiting in the square, and there was a hardness to her smile. “That’s not fair,” Lina murmured
She went to the willow anyway. The bark was slick with sap. When she pressed her palm against it, the humming was a chorus now—other voices braided through the willow like threads: the miller’s late wife, the child who had drowned and come back as no one; an old dog’s faithful glow. They were all there and all asking something. The tree wanted to unroot what had held it so that something else could take flight.
“Gifts?” the woman asked Lina, voice like pages turning. She did not look at the girl as if seeing her; instead she tilted her head toward the willow and smiled as if at an old friend. People began asking favors of her—fetch this, speak
“You listen,” the woman said. “You can change.”