I felt the wind blow through my hair as I landed in the vast field of wildflowers and grass. The long strands tickled my calves and ankles. My wings instantly transformed back into my umbrella, some of my feathers slowly falling in the process. My hands shook as I tried to gain some sense of composure. The weather was solemn, few rays of sunlight showed through the dense collection of clouds, reflecting my inner turmoil. The storm that I had predicted was coming much sooner than I had thought, hence why I had to land early. I sat the tip of my umbrella on the ground before looking up. A drop of cold rain water fell onto my shoulder, then more followed. The wind whipped through the field, and feathers started falling from the sky. Then a loud horrid sound filled the silence. It sounded like rusting gears trying to turn again. Crows, hawks, and a dozen others plummeted from the sky. Their wings crumpled, their cries cut short, until they lay motionless on the grass. The first lightning crack broke through the sky, like a jagged, glowing wound. The sun continued to set behind me but I closed my eyes. Then a larger bird landed on my shoulder. Its long talons dug into my leather tunic as I tried desperately to concentrate. I was an avian, I controlled the birds, I could turn into one. They relied on me for protection. I was failing them as more fell from the sky. My chest tightened, their screeches from help were proof of my failure.