Breath Of The Sun Novels & Stories

**Healing Powers** The sun was just beginning to dip below the canopy of trees, casting a warm golden hue over the forest as Aria diligently gathered herbs. She loved this sacred space, filled with the earthy scent of moss and the calming sounds of rustling leaves. Suddenly, amidst the tranquil whispers of nature, a faint cry for help pierced through the air, shattering the peace and sending a jolt of concern through her body. Without a second thought, she dropped her carefully collected herbs and ran towards the sound, her heart pounding like a drum.

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five

She breathed breaking the trance, as if there was a thread of sanity that snapped pulling Xavier closer to her, until there was nothing left between them. ---- Tabby

Mountains, wind and sun. She breathed the fresh air as it insultingly thrashed her hair around. She didn't care. Taken with the thrown around coloures of the sky and the beautifully setting sun, Tara was mesmerized. It was her meditation to stand in open spaces and appreciate the sun and nature, to listen to the wild thrash of wind as it scraped her ears.

​Breathing heavily, I hauled myself over the final jagged outcrop and dragged my body onto a wide stone balcony protruding from the cliffside. ​I collapsed onto my back, staring up at the slate-gray sky visible through the narrow opening of the gorge. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a cool gust of surface wind swept across the balcony, brushing against my sweat-slicked face. It carried the fresh scent of open fields, ancient forests, and freedom—a stark contrast to the sulfur and blood of the abyss. ​I lay there for a few moments, letting the Volcanic Breathing Technique wash away the fatigue in my muscles, restoring my energy to its absolute peak.

"Knew it. I chose the right timing.” One afternoon, the absolute peace of heaven and earth. The rising sun shines in every corner of the space, shining through every window. The sun watered all things with shimmering magical vitality. The sky is bluer. The wind softly sings a melodious song. The sun and the wind are like close friends, when they are absent, they feel missed and missed. Every day the wind misses the village, leaving the sun alone in the human world, the sun is sad and grumpy, making many people miserable and grimacing because of the uncomfortable heat. But when the wind comes to mix with the sun, the wind helps the sun dispel the hot air. The wind blew cool sweaty faces. The

The sun rose over the Sovereign Valley not as a programmed event, but as a slow, atmospheric bleed of gold against the retreating indigo. It was the one-hundredth dawn since the Great Breach—the day they had stopped being "Glitched" assets and started being citizens of the Real.

My blue eyes aren’t helping either, too bright, too noticeable. I open a drawer and pull out a small black bottle. Not cologne. Pheromones. Alpha pheromones. I spray it liberally on the chest, neck, and wrists. Then raise my arm to my nose and inhale. Strong. Sharp. Synthetic. But effective. Satisfied, I tuck the bottle into my pocket and head out.

The sun had just crested the horizon, painting the waves in strokes of liquid gold. "Dante," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat as tears finally, freely began to fall. "You need to see this." With a grunt of pain, Dante gripped the edge of the hatch and hauled himself upward, leaning heavily against the rim. He squinted against the blinding light, taking his first full, unhindered breath of fresh air. The air burned his battered lungs, but it was a good burn—the kind that reminded him he was still breathing, still alive.

Flavius murmurs to himself with a light smile. “Yes,” I say. We walk through the halls of the mountain until we finally make it to Soren's and Sunniva's quarters. I knock briskly on the door and wait for a response. The door opens and I am greeted by Sunniva, wearing a bright smile. Her cropped blue hair hangs neatly just below her ears. Perched up on her shoulder is a green baby dragon, nuzzling his head into his mother’s hair. "Nora I am so glad you are back," she says pulling me into a tight hug causing her son Natel to fly off her shoulder and into the bedroom, "Now, tell me; who is this handsome male?" She asks wagging her eyebrow back and forth.