In the great wilderness, dark clouds covered the sky, black pressure rolled like a dome covering, and the wind was raging.

In the gloomy sky, a colorful chick soars against the wind.

It had just learned to fly today, fluttering its wings, immature but full of joy.

From the day it broke its shell, it began to look up at the sky, whether it was in the scorching sun or a brilliant star, it felt that the most beautiful thing in the world was its own gaze.

Today, it has learned to fly.

Although it is not a beautiful wind and sun, although it is a storm, it wants to challenge and try, to embrace its desire. It bravely jumped out of the nest, out of the warm harbor, and flew in the wind!

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance in the wind and looking at the endless mountains and land under the clouds, it feels free and happy, even if the wind will make its weak wings a little sore, it is reluctant to stop from the air to rest.

It flies from above, towards the dark clouds, where there is the yearning it has always dreamed of.

It is undaunted and courageous!

Light and warmth, it craves all that is about them.

"Crackle"

A bolt of lightning was like a hidden dragon in the clouds, and suddenly it sounded in the sky.

The farrow's soul trembled, but it only stopped for a second before it decided to continue upward.

"Crackle"

Another bolt of lightning, a huge electric light like the long sword of a giant god, breaking through the dark clouds and intimidating all beings.

The chicks dodged in a thrilling way.

"Crackle"

The white dragon came from the sky to the earth, brilliant, cold and beautiful, and suddenly exploded, like the sky canopy cracking, and the gods roared.

The chicks dodged again. It's still flying.

Fear? maybe.

It is so fragile before the devastating power of nature.

But it didn't back down!

The wind is fierce, it rolls endlessly under the clouds, but what can it do? It regards lightning as the most beautiful flower, and the wind as the coolest dance music, it sings and spreads its wings in the drowsy world.

Once again, the wind blows backwards, and fails? No, the coward will choose to cringe. The more headwinds it gets, the more high-pitched it becomes, and falling down just means doing it all over again!

Soon, it could see a little bit of brilliance through the clouds, and hope was just around the corner.

It's close, it's close!

The thin dark clouds, reflected by the light on the clouds into lovely translucent balls of light, surrounded by dazzling gold edges, must be after that.

Free skies, I'm coming!

"Crackle"

Abrupt!

Why?

Is this a coincidence or fate?!

Crackling, again.

Providence made people, all disasters came too suddenly, and the chicks looked at the farther and farther light, without remorse.

It was raining in the sky.

The flames of the finch were extinguished, its beautiful colorful feathers were gone, its bare wings were sceptible, and it drifted with the wind, allowing it to deal with its wreckage in the wind and rain. Eventually, it landed on a solitary bare cliff.

Broken bones.

It has lost hope, no nostalgia.

God seemed to have left the last trace of mercy, and let it lay a light on its dying, looking at the sky it loved the most, but the rain and mist blinded its eyes.

There is really not much to remember and imagine in its short life, and the chick has no choice but to watch the raindrops falling from the sky to its eyes.

At this moment, a young green leaf quietly appeared in its sight, providing the only shelter for the chicks in the storm.

On a towering lonely cliff, bare. A stalk, a young leaf and a dying chick quietly paint a picture. Under the gloomy and cold sky, there is a wordless warmth of great love.

Until the rain has passed, the sun shines on the earth again.

The light and warmth are like never leaving.

The crisp stalks, the delicate green leaves, the raindrops on the leaves, and the beauty of everything in the sun, the chicks are in full view, and at this moment, the chicks smile contentedly, and if you look at them carefully, they really smile.

Farewell, my dear friend!

It had no regrets, quietly waiting for the light in its eyes to dissipate.

"Don't give up!" suddenly a voice rang out.

Who's who? Whose voice?

On the empty cliff, there is only a lone blade of grass, is it?

"You're going to be fine, right?"

"You're going to take off again and take me with you, right?"

"You won't die, I'll feed you with rain and dew when you're thirsty, you can eat my stems and leaves when you're hungry, you won't leave me, right?"

The finch moistened her eyes and nodded.

A leaf sheltered from the rain, the stem and leaf fed each other, a feat that is unique between the small and the great, deeply shocked its hot soul!

However, all this could not stop the call of death, and its eyes finally lost their brilliance.

Sad rain and dew dripped from the young leaves, dripping on the finches' gradually cold bodies.

This seems to be the end of the story.

Suddenly, a white mist rose from the corpse of the chick and turned into a faint shadow.

The shadow only had a word to leave in a hurry, and was sucked away by the invisible tornado.

"When I condense my body, I will definitely come back"

The silent wind took away the illusory shadows, and also took away half of the promise.

... Leaving the Lonely Land... Soar through the sky!

A leaf of grass swayed in the wind, like a goodbye.

・・・・・・

It is an endless mountain, and it is exaggerated that the sun rises from this mountain, so this mountain is called the Rising Sun Mountains.

Since the beast god sowed the aura between heaven and earth, the beast evolved into a demonic beast, and the grass and trees appeared spirit plants, the danger of the mountain has increased day by day, and for a hundred years, it has gradually become a forbidden area for humans.

People outside the mountains don't believe that anyone will live in the mountains, just as people in the mountains don't believe that people from outside the mountains will visit, but on a dark night in the 440th year of the Great Wilderness Calendar, the mountain village welcomed an unexpected visitor.

Late at night, at the mouth of the valley in Dashan Village, a group of villagers, as usual, gathered around a bonfire and drank spirits to keep warm.

The crackling sound of the firewood and the chirping of various insects in the mountains converged into the music of the night, occasionally sandwiched between one or two animal roars, adding a bit of throbbing to the peaceful night.

The captain of the escort, Shande, sat with a few sturdy men at the mouth of the valley outside the village to keep vigil. Shang De is a square-faced, middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with the typical characteristics of a person who makes a living in the mountains - steady and stoic, his eyes are always cautiously watching the darkness around him, and the slightest disturbance can arouse his alertness.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, two wails were heard not far away, especially frightening in the quiet night.

The hearts of the people on the night vigil tightened, and they hurriedly grabbed their weapons.

"Wait-" Shande waved to stop everyone, "I'll go over and have a look-"