"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry for scaring you!"

Diaglo cried out in protest but the figure had long flown too far to possibly even hear him. The dark cerulean macaw's wings slumped at his sides as he looked on guiltily. "Stupid, stupid! Why can't you shut your beak Diaglo?" He cursed himself quietly with a facewing. He felt so bad. Now because he couldn't control himself, he had scared away a citizen. What kind of macaw even does that? Sure Tiago would, but still…

He remained wallowing in his shame and self-frustration. His self-beating moments were cut short however when he heard a deep rumble of thunder coming from above. Diaglo gulped as to his horror, the sky had grown into a darker grey. Apparently in watching the stranger, he had forgotten about the sky. It rumbled loudly yet a second time and to make matters worse, Diaglo felt a wet raindrop on his beak. And then another. Then another. Until it became a full drizzle. Could this day get any worse?

"Diaglo!"

The mentioned macaw heard his siblings and Miguel call out and he saw them fly into view. The group had already been a bit drenched from the drizzle but they were still luckily dry enough to fly. "Bia! Guys!" Diaglo got to his feet and he felt Bia grab his wing with worry evident in her hazel eyes. "We need to go home. Right now!" Another rumble sounded and made her freeze. Carla and Miguel touched down on the branch with panicked looks and Tiago was last. Aria was nowhere to be found and Diaglo opened his beak to ask.

He sighed in relief at his older brother's response. "Mr Toby came to fetch her before the rain, so she's taken home," Tiago answered and he ducked instinctively when another round of thunder sounded. It was louder than before the drizzle started to grow heavier. The five teenagers didn't need telling twice to skedaddle out for home.

The flight back home was going to last for quite a while due to the great distance. No words were exchanged between the young Gundersons and Miguel in their flight. Instead, the only noises coming from their beaks are exhausted pants and yelps from their intense wing flapping and rumbling thunder. Other macaws were shrieking from the weather. Some ducked straight for any shelter they can find while the rest managed to safely enter their rightful hollows; The five youngsters kept flying on with their minds set for home instead.

The harsh winds of rain had blown ever so hard against the obstacles in its path and the rain being the most merciless continued to fall hard. Gradually growing stronger and stronger. The teenagers were clearly getting wet, but they showed no sign of stopping, their hasty movement of wings flapping off any moisture which is pretty much why they can keep flying. Bia, Tiago, Carla and Miguel had no problem in flying through the rain and only had to worry about the strong gusts of wind. But then poor Diaglo was slowing down.

The youngest Gunderson's glasses were getting stained from the rain blurring his vision, resulting with him being blinded and then accidentally flying into a branch. Hard...

Diaglo yelped from the painful impact and he had nearly lost his glasses to the forest floor if he hadn't grabbed it with his talon on time. He shook himself free from the shock then looked up ahead with whatever left he had of his eyesight. Without his glasses on his beak, everything was a blurry mess, but he could make out the blue and white figures of his siblings and Miguel getting smaller and smaller as they went farther. He's getting left behind!

The young cerulean boy squawked with terror and tried to fly after them. "C-Carla! Bia! Tiago wait for me!"

The distraught cries of Diaglo was unfortunately unheard as they were drowned in the rain's harsh shrieks. They were the only birds still out in the intense rain and now, Diaglo was on his own. His siblings and Miguel had already disappeared leaving the dark cerulean dot in the storm that was Diaglo.

'They're gone..' Diaglo despairingly thought and he tried to flap on harder. With a rain getting heavier and heavier every second, his efforts are taking him nowhere. In his great distress and exhaustion, Diaglo didn't notice the flash of lightning in the sky. A striking jolt suddenly shot through his back and Diaglo screamed. His wings were folded against his sides from the agony as he plummeted down.

It happened so fast. A splash came out from the Amazon River that grew choppy and rough from the intense rain. Lightning continued to litter the sky. Thunder kept rumbling in loud booms. Diaglo gasped, breaking the rough watery surface as he struggled hard to keep his head up. "H-Help! M-Me!" He tried to shriek for help even as he was being dragged along the river at a fast rate. Swimming is completely futile for a macaw; Their feathers aren't built for that. Which is why so many who end up in a fate like this usually drown to death.

Diaglo was being brought farther and farther down the river. His movements began to slow from rising fatigue for the water had grown too rough for him to keep flailing. Exhaustion started to overcome him and Diaglo began to surrender, throat hoarse from his screams getting cut from the waves and the pain in his back certainly didn't help either. He hardly got to sink into his doom when there was a rock jutting out of the water where Diaglo had hit his head hard from the river.

'Mom. Dad. Bia, Carla, Tiago. I'm sorry,' Was the very last thought Diaglo had before his mind went black altogether.

His eyes slowly closed as he began to sink; His unconscious form slowly disappearing down into his watery grave. He didn't see a figure wearing a leafy cloak hover above, screaming for help and it grabbed Diaglo's wing in its talons before he could sink completely. The figure was then joined by few more flooding in to help it and Diaglo was plucked out of the river...