Turbulent Dreams

The Valley of Aki: A day in the life of Ehan

The Valley of Aki roared with the blazing heat of an unrelenting sun. A place of which water immediately evaporated into dust before hitting the moiusturless ground.

The valley was warm with orangish brown rustic colors which line the tall mesas that rose high into the sky.

In-between these mesas, long open stretches of flatlan far past their treacherous landscape lay several bustling human communities.

Each of these communities standing near identical in stature and color of woodwork and steam mechanisms.

One of these sleepy little villages was named the Stead of Jigan. .

Which lay just shy south of the northern edge of the land where a vast unending ocean torrents the sand along its frothy beaches.

Along the beaches stood tall trees, many palm but others a mix of trees found across the world. The brush of the plant life appearing as an impregnable fortress.

High up nearing the tops of the mesa; high up in the sky with mete specks of clouds that attempted to take shape held a peculiar sight to behold.

A flock of birds whom didn't share any amount resemblance with one another.

Inside this small gathering, five birds flew. Swimming across the air gracefully, well almost all of them were.

Was it a murder? Or even a bevy. Nay possibly even a gaggle.

No, rather it was an intermixed grouping of fix distinct birds. Some even being out of place for the likes of these unforgiving badlands which house little to no vegetation outside the forest.

The flock flew southward towards the village, and away from the lush greenery that stuck out behind them.

Ahead of the flock stood an incredibly ferocious, light brown falcon with a greyish belly. Etched deep into it's right eye held a scar around two inches long.

The unblinking falcon wore a look determination as it guided the others towards the village.

Next followed a spaced out crow, one that fluttered as if he were dozing off mid flight.

The crow was black as black as his own shadow, with a long white beak, and a goofy agaped mouth.

Its small but longer than average talons stretching as it flew or more less glided.

Behind the crow to its right was a fynx, a rather small, orangish brown bird with a small yellow beak and split pink tail feathers that dangled as it flew.

The bird sung melodically with multiple high pitched chirps and spurs.

To the left was a tan hawk with a rather eager look as he stared intently at the crow.

This bird too sung but much slower than the phnyx, the birds grey tail feathers ruffling to their song.

Finally in the back struggling their was a Pheasant which flapped it's wings hard.

The pheasants eyes were closed and the poor creature flapped sporadically as it trailed a few feet behind the others.

The birds slowed down as they were nearing the gate of the village and each bird turned it's head towards the crow who now sat in the middle of them all.

Even the pheasant caught up, it's eyes now wide open caught up as the crow inhaled and opened its mouth.

This crow was about to say something, something that would shake the core of the known world.
Something that would change pur biological understanding of our world.