Lucky rolled his eyes after Bakunawa had left. He stood up from the hay stack that he had been sitting on and walked up to the edge where he could see the darkness that lurked below.
If he couldn't use his wings, maybe he could use druid powers to levitate and go down there to get himself some food. There was always a solution to every problem and of course, there was indeed a solution to his.
He took in a deep breath and jumped off the cliff, he tried using his druid powers to balance himself but failed. For some reason, they were not working and to top it all, he felt as if he was being watched, by not one thing but many.
He was falling now and at a fast rate. What scared him the most was the fact that he was falling and yet the more he fell, the more the darkness below seemed to intensify and he could not see the ground.
"Are you going to let us die?" He asked his phoenix.
His wings sprout out. And here came the second struggle.