Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

Amidst the stark colors of the sunset that blossomed in the skies found a dark patch, almost like a storm almost about to brew in, and that it grew bigger than Nathalie originally thought it was then. The color became too vibrant and almost twinkling in her eyes. The overarching orange and gold and the dark, fluffy clouds bore contrast to its azure and teal silhouette.

When her neck arched up, heeding no mind with a subtle ache on it, gaze welcomed the large span of eagle wings spread wide and from its feathered hood almost had a stark headdress, a glimmering gem for a fringe that also bore similarities on its feather tail that whipped through the air. 

A shrill cry of excitement was all in it for Nathalie as she covered her mouth as it screeched with roaring thunder alongside it. 

Her time to admire from afar stopped when it swooped down to her direction, and from her eyes reflected off the beautiful shades of glittering blue smothered. 

Almost several feet on the ground, the mythical bird flapped its majestic wings before it descended with grace. Meanwhile, she covered her face when the strong gust blew with it, rustling the nearby meadows.

She took a peek after the wind vanished to a breeze in the garden. 

A large bird, tucking its wings to the side, and it's dark talons almost clawed to the ground for a nice balance in its colossal body, almost taking up space inside the area they were in.

Its sharp eyes landed on Nathalie with a glint, and its attractive fringe and tail resonated with the same brilliance—popping out electrical sparks in it.

Realization dawned upon her soon as she realized it was a creature that she was familiar with in her story. At that moment, she almost slipped her smartphone through her fingertips. 

She then replied to him through it, [I know this is a thunderbird but—] sent the message halfway after she looked at the alluring feathers that almost became like jewels that became a part of the creature. [Those designs…]

"That's right. The 'Thunderbird Monarch' that is… This is Stravwuark—Strav, for short."

Nathalie jaw-dropped from what he said, and he let out a hearty guffaw from her reaction.

[Shut! up!] Neverminding how he even tried to bestow it a name, she clutched her chest, nodding slowly, as to how she was so impressed by what she saw, and it was the real deal.

"It's up to you if you believe it or not."

To her, it wasn't about believing him at this point, but she ended up turning her head, in a snap, towards the twins.

Initially, both of them looked surprised but then went on a serious gaze, like telepathy made for what she almost thought of them.

While Nathalie had planned on roping the 'Twilight Twins' to her side, she was rather surprised to learn about them under Jonathan's wing. 

The twins had beyond supernatural powers: Dawn, the introverted that he was, had the power to heal and recover from pain and diseases, while Dusk, the extroverted fool, was the complete opposite of him.

While both of them had to do with recovering and plaguing from one person to another, they must shift the condition to the opposite to reach equilibrium.

Both were great conduits in two ends of the spectrum.

With that in mind, she planned to nurture them and eventually have the leader of the thunderbird tribe on her side.

Along with the 'Frost Wyrm,' which was bound to happen in the timeline 'The Prince's Ascension,' Athan would also be after this.

Which popped a question in her head; I couldn't help but ask him about it just so she needed to clear the air.

[So, how do you think Athan knew much about this?] While Nathalie glanced at Keith sideways, when Strav tilted his head, becoming curious of who she was...

"You mean the twins and this?" He then let out a hum, looking up at the vanishing gloomy part of the sky. "Probably not."

She then shoved the screen close to him. [WTH? You know he's after this!] 

"I know…"

[You're in great danger.]

"Not really—"

[...Or maybe you read the sequel—]

"I'm the Grand Duke of Forsberg, and from the South is my homeland, so I do know more here than anybody else—including this; he might be given a chance, but that's about it." Jonathan shrugged. "Even if you know, well apparently, not all that is…."

Nathalie beamed a lopsided grin, glaring him up and down.

"So much for that; I'm sure he would understand, plus I'm on his side—"

[That's the problem! Because to him, you're a stranger. Remember?]

"Is that really the case?" He groaned for a while as a response. "Anyway, I have a clean conscience; everyone knows how supportive I am of the Imperial Faction." He wiggled his eyebrows, being so suggestive, but she wouldn't let it slide.

[Very that. You have a clean conscience; let's go with that.]

Nathalie stared back at Strav; behind those lush feathers was now a strong torso, and she looked as much as she could on its right-wing and left leg—a hint of lesion marks weren't there, which she realized that the twins accomplished the task at hand.

Strav didn't move, other than tilting and craning the head now and then. He stood with both of its toned legs, without any ounce of tremors, like a mannequin. 

'What a beautiful creature…'

"You can touch it if you would like." Jonathan gestured his hand. "Also, take this."

It was the whistle he used, in which she was well aware of it.

Upon grabbing it, she trudged slowly in its direction, just wary of the almighty bird in front of her. 

Nathalie, as usual, had a straight face; but inside her, she almost lost it and wanted to run away and pee from the immense pressure the creature exuded. 

Closer, she reached out to him but almost flinched out when Strauv began to move.