It's pretty unusual to found an author note up here isn't it? well just a quick snap, We have guest star this time, Jameson the Owl. I am greatly thankful to him for lending me his OC.

Chapter 9
Trust Your Gizzard
"To face the brewing storm, Fly inside."

A jolt of chilling air was pulling me back into the real world, leaving the afterimage of my wonderful multi-colored pastel fantasy realm behind. The noise of the rain drumming the roof was muffling the ambient noise, but not hard enough to wake the snoring inhabitants.

My eyes were fuzzy when I opened them; they revealed a blue distorted figure sleeping next to me. I was momentarily confused when my eyes regained its focus, revealing it was Bia that cuddled next to me. My left wing was acted as a cushion and the other one as a blanket.

The memories of the previous night finally resurfaced, and my bewilderment replaced with smile that curved in my beak. My eyes inspected the sleeping angel next to me as my heart fluttered with her presence.

Her beak was curved into a smile, a serene dream she was having – I presume. I gently peck her on the cheek, to show my affection towards her without woke her up. Her smile grew bigger, and she pressed her warm body closer to me.

"Is that you, Frost?" She muttered within her sleep.

"Yes Bia, it's me." I whispered softly.

Her beak continued to possess those smiles as she drifted again into her sleep within my warmth, her mere sight was enough to dull the chilling sensation I experienced previously and enjoyed the moment.

The sky, however, had a different thought. A loud crackle was splitting the air, jolting Bia from her slumber. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her tiny heart was beating vigorously.

"Shush…shush…" I calmed her. "It's just a thunder."

She then released the tension within her demeanor, fixing her gaze to me.

"Hello there sleeping beauty." I quipped.

"Morning, Frost." She said, stifling a yawn.

"Morning to you too."

We then rose from our position, stretching our stiff body as I walked to the entrance of her room. The gray angry clouds were completely dominating the sky of Rio today and no single drop of the golden ray succeeded in penetrating the clouds.

The rain was remarkably cold compared with the one in the Amazon, the sea was to blame – courtesy to Bia, that the reason why such temperature existed.

Bia was busy preening herself, trying to make herself presentable. She then hopped next to me when she finished. The chilling sensation from the rain allowed her to gain an excuse to keep snuggling closely to me.

"You said that you wanted to take me to another tour yesterday, where?"

"Oh, there's a place somewhere near the Sugarloaf Mountain…" I cut her.

"Sugarloaf Mountain?"

"I know it sounds silly but bear with me." She chuckled. "There's a spot where many flowers grow, you'll be surprised with the scenery, and it is very awesome."

"Don't get your hopes high." I said, chuckling. "The rain hasn't yet stopped."

"That's the problem, isn't it?" Bia said sarcastically.

I simply rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, the storm will pass."

Bia then decided to dwell into her study, picking one of the books before rushing back to me. To preserve the book, I walked back inside, allowing no rain would do the harm to the knowledge's-door-thing.

She was bringing a book about Rio: history, climate, landmarks, every single thing about this marvelous city was printed neatly inside the book. She explained that Rio was among the area where the squall could be fierce, as the El Ninõ effect was among the reason why. The other reasons were Rio was a coast city where the sea and land met, this allowing the brewing storm from other "dry" countries to approach Rio de Janeiro easily.

Monsoon, as Bia called it, was the result of the approaching storm from beyond the horizon, creating a whiplash of rain, thunder and hostile breeze.

"Here in Rio, there's nothing called weak storm."

And to prove her theory, a loud crackle of the lighting fork pierced the air, ringing my ears for a few seconds. "See?" Bia said proudly.

I could only nod my head as I recovered my fastened heartbeat to its normal speed. The thunder was startling me real good this time.

We continued to explore the book – well, I was the only one exploring the contents as Bia already read it before – and enchanted my eyes and brain. The colors it's used to recreate the presentation of a certain something were vibrant, while the printed writings promised a very resourceful knowledge my head hadn't yet possessed.

The storm finally showing up a sign of receding, the drumming noise from the rain against Bia's roof was slowing down, and finally gone altogether.

We decided to poke our head to the outside, not a single macaw yet bore any existence. I fluttered down to the wet platform below, slowly to avoid slipping myself. The tacking and splashing noise from our talons were announcing our presence to the inhabitants nearby.

I was quite certain that the thunder already taken care of waking the entire family. Jewel and Blu were the first one to rise from their bedroom, seconded by Carla and finally Tiago. A loud noise was calling Blu as we finished exchanging the usual "good morning" greetings. His departure was brief, returning with a huge grin on his face.

"Linda wanted us to join breakfast." He said.

Jewel was about to retort when Blu clarified his statement. "Don't worry, they are fruits."

Jewel closed her beak, nodded silently.

The familiar golden ray hadn't yet showed up when we fluttered down to the kitchen window below. Two existences of humans were visible as we arrived. The one that used the table was the one I knew whom gave me a relief with the incident of Tiago, while the other one was a red-haired female I knew from the infirmary back in the Amazon. She was one of the humans that tended my scar along with another human that his presence was absent.

Simply known as Linda and Fernando.

They greeted us as we flew inside the kitchen. "Hello there Blu! Jewel! Carla! Bia! Tiago! And… well I forgot this one." Linda said, scratching her head.

"Frost, Mom, you kept forgetting that." Fernando stated, chuckling softly.

"Uh, right, Frost." She patted my head. "Reminded me of Blu when he was young, well aside from his eyes and feathers' color."

Linda then opened the fridge, one of the things that overloaded my brain if I try to think about it. Ever since I came to Rio, I've already gave up with an understatement for nearly every humans device ever existed, like the TV, Fridge, AC, Smartphone, basically everything.

So in order to keep my sanity intact, I decided to play along instead. Besides, I wouldn't see any of those devices when I returned to the Amazon anyway.

The freezing aura from the fridge was encompassing me. The combination of the recent rain outside with it creating an unbearable freezing sensation that slowly pierced its way into the warmth of my body. Thankfully, the sensation was brief as Linda finally found the items she was looking for, closing the freezing box.

The mysterious meal was still encased inside the white plastic bag Linda carried; she then passed it to Blu which had been surrounded with his curious family. I let myself thinking about what kind of alien fruits I might encounter this time.

Blu finally opened the plastic bag, revealing a very familiar purple fruits; my eyes soon recognized the said fruits just in mere seconds.

I was quite disappointed when I realized that it was passion fruits, more so when I recalled the cataclysmic event it could bring when served as breakfast. Then again, I was just playing along. There was indeed a chance, slim, that you'll be fine.

My disappointment quickly vanished as I remembered that I hadn't yet eaten that kind of fruit in the past few days since I left the Amazon. That reason was enough to motivate me to ignore the thought.

"I hope you like it!" Linda stated.

We cawed joyfully, expressing our gratitude towards her.

"Anytime for my favorite birds," She smiled. "Oh Right, I'm going to watch the store today, do you want to come with me Fernando?"

He shook his head. "I can't, I got some assignments for school."

"Well, okay then." Linda then grabbed her coat; bid us a farewell before exiting the house. The healthy sound of a car engine marked her departure as the noise faded with time.

Fernando then continued his breakfast, playing with one of those devices called Smartphone, moving his finger on the device, doing something – yeah something.

Blu then offered each of us the passion fruits, before announcing the breakfast. "Okay everyone! Dig in!"

Bia wasn't eating her breakfast instantly. She hopped to the TV's remote, powering that device on and skimming through the broadcasts. She then stopped at one called previsão do tempo, listening to the moving human talk while eating her breakfast. [Weather forecast]

"A previsão do tempo para Rio de Janeiro: possibilidade de chuva está de dez por cento, temperatura…" [The weather forecast of Rio de Janeiro: Possibilities of rain is ten percent, temperature…]

I lost my track with the unfamiliar language, but Bia nodded her head, somehow gained something she required from the broadcast. She then fluttered to Fernando as she finished her breakfast quickly, squawking.

"Oh hey Bia! What's up?"

Bia motioned her talon to his Smartphone. "Can I borrow that?"

Fernando understood her gestures, replied. "Sure."

Finishing the remaining bits of my meal, I fluttered to where Bia was busy using the sophisticated device. My eyes soon up spotted a series of bars, lines, numbers and drawings.

I scratched my head. "Uhm… what are you doing?"

"Looking for weather forecast today."

"Forecast? Human can forecast the weather?" I asked, amazed.

"They can." She said, her eyes still glued on the screen, "Although not really accurate."

She then nodded her head, "Looks like we can go touring today."

"Hm…?"

"The weather is going to be nice; we can go out without afraid being trapped within a storm." She explained.

"How did you know?" I asked her.

"Like I said before, weather forecast."

"But didn't you say that it wasn't accurate." I stated.

"That's why I was searching for more confirmation from the Internet."

Another human made device – sorta – that I didn't know emitted my usual response. "What's an Internet?"

"It's really complicated to explain internet, but I can tell you that Internet is like a huge library, everything you want to know are available there."

"Such things exist?" I amazed.

"Yeah, just like what I did earlier." She said. "Now come on! Let's get flapping."

She handed (or maybe taloned) back Fernando's Smartphone, squawking gratefully.

"You're welcome, Bia!" He said, taking his bowl into the sink.

Jewel than halted us when as we arrived at the kitchen window, "Whoa there missy!" Jewel exclaimed. "Slow down, you just finished your breakfast."

"And in faster pace than usual, you even beat Tiago." Carla stated jokingly.

Bia was surprised. "I really did that?"

"Well yeah, what's makes you in such hurry anyway?" Blu asked.

"Well nothing in particular." Bia said. "Just want to enjoy the weather."

"Maybe you should listen to your mother, Bia." I stated. "You don't want to get a stomachache either."

She sighed. "Fine…"

A loud burp was erupting soon after, and every eye quickly directed to the source.

"What?" Tiago asked.

Jewel wasn't pleased with his attitude. "Excuse you, Tiago."

"What am I going to do with you?" Blu sighed. "Maybe it's time you fix that attitude, Tiago." He said firmly.

Carla was shot him a look that said "I told you so" while I tried my best to suppress a laugh.

Hr here

Bia was really excited to go sooner – for a reason I didn't quite understand. I finally agreed to go after some amount of time that I was sure was enough to let the breakfast digested. We hopped to kitchen window, tasting the cold weather greeted us with a ruffle against our plumages.

Something in my soul told me that a great storm was approaching, but Bia's statement earlier was enough to let the thought slip away. We flapped our wings and head directly to this 'Sugarloaf Mountain'.

The breeze was quite fierce as I need to carve a wind tunnel even with the low altitude we currently occupied, but it wasn't something I never experienced before back in the Amazon, and that fact made me ignore those seemingly trivial details.

Bia was motioning me to fly higher, and the wind tunnel I need to carve was become more solid each wing flap we took. But before I could say something, she already descended into the green contoured mat below.

I quickly followed her trail, sensing something was wrong with her today, as she seems very rushed.

The green mat was slowly transformed into a high detailed texture of trees soon after I descended, but before I could do much, Bia already moving quickly from trees to trees, leaving me lagging behind with confusion.

I snapped myself and quickly rushed to her. Her eyes were critical to find something, and I couldn't finally hold any longer the inquisitives that build up inside my head. I flapped my wings faster than before, allowing me to catch up with her. "Bia! Stop!" I exclaimed.

She shot me a confused looks, but then stopped; her looks suggested that she demands some reason. "What?"

"What's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" She inquired.

"You seem rushed over everything Bia. What's wrong?" I replied. "You can tell me about it."

"No really, I'm just… eager to go." She said, but her words didn't convince my one bit.

I stared her for a few seconds, my heart told me to press the issue as something was seriously odd with her. But then my head told me just to play along and enjoy my time here. I let out a groan, accompanied with a sigh.

"You really okay?" I asked her once again, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"Yes." She said plainly, "Now come on!"

Within seconds, she already rushed deeper into the dense vegetation of the mountains, leaving me behind to catching her up. The sky didn't give me a slightest reassurance that the weather was going to stay nice. The sunbeam wasn't nowhere within sight, and it intensifies my concern for the weather we had to endure if we were too late to react.

Bia was scanning the vicinity, her eyes were critical with the subtle changes of the environment. I didn't recall the amount of time Bia was stopping abruptly, examining the scenery, before continuing her flight.

I wasn't asking her anymore question and let her did what she wanted to do; even my mind was requesting a reason behind her bizarre behavior.

A sudden temperature drop was alerting me about the weather above; I averted my gaze to the sky for a few seconds, revealing the brewing squall with close proximity. The downpour was going to be inevitable.

I finally let my question out – the squall was the main reason, as well as my curiosity. "Bia, can you tell me what are you searching for?"

"The flower garden." She revealed. "I swear it was here somewhere."

"Maybe we sh…." My words were fall on deaf ears, as she flew to the branch where an owl perching on a branch of a tree.

"Com licença senhor! Mas você sabe onde o jardim de flores é?" Bia asked the black owl. [Excuse me sir! But do you know where the flower garden is?]

The owl rotated his head in impossible angle, "Who?"

"Oh you speak English, um… we are macaws."

"Who?"

What? Is he deaf or something.

I fluttered next to Bia, joining the conversation. "This is Bia, I am Frost." I said.

"Who?" The owl kept hooting.

"Uhm… can you speak?" I asked, but quickly got my beak shut as I was afraid I offended him.

He opened his large wingspan and shot me with a very intimidating looks.

I quickly shielded Bia, let me face to face with the "angry" black owl. We stared each other for a few tense seconds, before his beak formed into a grin.

"Well well well, another brave soul." He finally spoke, "A nice strong gizzard."

My tense demeanor finally ceased and replaced with bewilderment.

He laughed at my facial expression, "Good one eh son? Name's Jameson by the way."

The black owl – by the name of Jameson was smiling to me. "Uh my name is Frost and this is Bia."

"Who is this lady to yours may I ask?"

"My girlfriend," I stated.

"That's explains it."

"Explain what?" Bia joined the chat.

"The strong gizzard he possessed." He replied.

"What's a gizzard?" I asked.

He was about to answer when the clouds finally gave up and showering us with a fat freezing droplets of rain; Jameson quickly aiding us into his hollow, allowing us to take shelter from the rain's relentless barrage against the earth.

His hollow was thankfully close in proximity as the rain intensifies when we entered our new acquaintance's home; the noise from the rain was running with deafening intensity, muting other noise within it.

My body sent me a shiver, the droplets were penetrating against my plumage and made a direct contact with my skin, fortunately we weren't that long in the rain plus Jameson's hollow was quite comfy, allowing our body to adjust with the temperature.

Bia was shaking violently; she wasn't as strong as me when it comes to cold. I opened my wings and encasing her, transferred some of my body warmth to her.

Her shivering receded soon after; her beautiful face flashes a gratitude towards my act. "Thank you."

Jameson was observing the whole scene. "Oh love, such a powerful thing."

Bia was blushing with his words, slipping free from my embrace. "I'm fine now."

She walked towards the entrance, "Looks like we are going to extent our stay here." She sighed.

Jameson was inspecting me; his eyes soon fell on my scar, "A battle mark? In such youth?"

"What do you… oh." I touched my scar with my wing. "You mean this?"

"What unfortunate events casted upon you until you bore that mark?"

His words were… well quite different from the rest of peoples (Birds!) I knew, and his voice was richly accented, one that I hadn't heard until I met him.

"Eagles." I stated shortly. "My encounter with them gave me this scar."

"For whatever reason?"

I glanced at Bia; she was staring at the angry dark clouds outside, "To save her."

Jameson nodded. "That's the source of your bravery, the strong gizzard you possessed."

"What's gizzard?" I asked him again.

"It seems that you don't understand what a gizzard is."

I nodded my head.

"Then it is your quest to understand it."

"Why don't you just tell me?" I confused with his behavior.

"Because I know you will understand it." He said. "You do felt the squall was approaching, right?"

I was taken aback with his statement, somehow he know that something-in-my-soul thing. "How do you know?"

He smiled. "Because my gizzard told me so and so was yours."

I was completely lost with this owl way of thinking; something was too abstract for me to gain immediate understatement from him.

My thought was broken with a soft writhing noise; I scanned my eyes to spot the source of the said voice. Bia's presence was already absent from where she was before, I quickly averted my gaze to the entire section of hollow, before finally caught her huddling in the corner, her body shaking.

A loud crackle of thunder was splitting the sky, just like my heart when I saw her. I wasted no time and rushed quickly toward her.

"Bia, something wrong?" I asked, concern was built up steadily.

She didn't respond, her body kept trembling like she was cold. But another evidence of her behavior denied my assumption, her wings pressed onto her belly.

"Bia! Speak to me! What's wrong?"

Her writhing intensified; still she gained enough strength to explain the situation. "My tummy hurts a lot." She said, her voice was barely a whisper.

"What?" Panic quickly flowed into my nerve, my head searching for the reason for her ache.

She let out a loud yelp of pain, a stab to my heart seeing her condition and yet I couldn't do anything.

Jameson quickly came to an aid, asking me a question. "Did she eat anything wrong?"

"No…" I gasped as I remember the passion fruit this morning. I was cursing myself internally for letting her bear the supposedly-avoidable pain.

I was stammering with the realization. To endure the pain in the past, I had to drink a LOT of water to flush the pain away. The acidic substances were the reason why it caused a stomachache.

But that wasn't the best solution available right now. First, there was no water nearby; the rain might be a source of water, unfortunately rainwater in Rio was not great to drink, it tasted sour.

Second, I couldn't imagine how painful it was for her to endure the water flushes up her body.

That left me with no other options existing, feeling helpless, except for one more way…

"What are you contemplating anymore eh, son?" Jameson spoke up.

I leveled my gaze towards him, sensing his understatement from my looks.

"I can't fly in a storm! That's impossible."

"And certainly you can't just stay here seeing her writhing in pain." Jameson stated.

True, every time I saw her, my heart was wounded, every shrieks or yelp was a stab to my heart.

"There's no time! You need to brought her and fast."

I nodded my head and sandwiched Bia between my talon; Her body was shaking violently.

I was hesitated when I saw the state of the raging tempest outside, but her well-being was more important to me. I opened my wing and dwelled into the monsoon.

My wings rapidly caught up with a gust of the wind, whisking me away deeper into the fierce storm. Fat freezing droplets of rainwater was bombarding my plumage; some breached the water seal of my plumage and made a direct contact with my skin.

The chilling was beyond unbearable to endure, my body started to lose its warmth, but the vibration from Bia's body motivated to fly faster and deeper into the storm, reaching her home.

My flight was uneven, the gusts of winds were chaotic in this kind of weather, and the wind tunnel was as hard as brick to carve on. I didn't remember the amount of time I was whisked by the storm, yielding my fate within its mercy.

My eyes tried to spot the direction of our destination, but the heavy rain blurred my vision capabilities, flying blindly into the unknown. The rain intensified its concentration, relentlessly attacking me with its fury.

I was in the verge of passing out, my feathers were soaked completely, and Bia was shivering vigorously. Another gust of wind whisked me, sending me into a vortex flight pattern and before I could recover, the tempest dragging me again.

The thunder was roaring with its mighty fury, the sudden noise ringing my ears, and my concentration broke, being whipped by the wind.

The eerie realization when I found myself within a calm atmosphere, my eyes widened as I recognized the calmness of the eye of the maelstrom, the calm before the calamity.

Everything was running in slow motion, the wind, the droplets were all visible in greater detail as I gave myself up, there wasn't any way to survive the cataclysm within the maelstrom.

Jameson somehow appeared somewhere next to me. "Fly boy! Don't give up! Trust your gizzard! Fly inside!"

I closed my eyes and listen to the anguish cry of my heart for the safety of Bia. The non-existent wind tunnels were manifested in my eyes as I opened them, allowing an escape from the raging eye.

The chaotic tunnels were twisted with one another, allowing no sole inhabitants escape the eye, but the nature's creation wasn't flawless as I quickly spotted an exit from the lower section.

I folded my wing and let the gravity did the task, stretching it once again to slow down my descend and heading straight to the wind tunnel. A microburst suddenly appeared, sending me lower into the ground. I flapped my wing to fight the force, but the strain in my wings already impaired my flight prowess, nonetheless kept myself flapping, Bia was more important than everything.

My efforts was finally showed its fruit as I finally gained altitude, until I reached the said tunnel, quickly rushed towards it before another force halted my act.

The wind tunnel was swirling in a vortex, the common traits for one existed within the storm. Jameson presence already faded with the wind, but his words still echoed clearly despite the raging squall that surrounded me.

Trust your gizzard, fly inside.

I spread my wings as I dwelled into the tunnel, every thought and calculation was thrown away, and I only believed that the wind would carry us away from the calamity. I closed my eyes once more and let the breeze aiding my flight. The sensation felt like an eternity, my body was swirling with the vortex, and finally ejected from the storm grasp.

The sudden change in velocity alerting me, and I began to flap my strained wing once more to brake myself from plummeting straight into the ground. This time, our destination was within sight, and thankfully closes in distance.

The warmth inside my body had reached its lowest level and I was gasping for breath. My body was numb when the warm sight of the house materialized, it gave me a huge relief that we finally home, comfy and safe – or so what I was thinking.

I brought Bia to the kitchen counter, I squawked loudly to alert the inhabitants of the house about us, but not a single soul existed. I averted my gaze to Bia, she was still breathing, but her body was shaking violently.

I was desperate to find something that could raise her body temperature, but not a single item provided a decent cover against the cold. The stove was crossed on my mind for a second, but aside from its dangerous nature, I didn't know how to use that.

My body was tired with the cold, the freezing already numbed several of my limbs. I walked closer to Bia, huddling closely with her – while her body was cold, I was sure my body was ice-cold – and radiated any warmth available from my body to her.

I hugged her tightly to pierce my warmth into her body, even there's nothing more to spare for myself. The puddle that existed from my dripping feathers slipped me when I tried to move, toppling us to the kitchen counter. The soreness was sending me into a submission, but my wings still encased my loved one completely, hoping for the best for her.

My eyelids were starting to get really heavy, but I kept myself to stay awake as I know the moment I closed my eyes, that was the last time I saw the light.

I smiled the last time when I saw Bia's sleeping form, her body's shake was receded slightly. My eyelids finally as heavy as a rock, and it drifted me away, surrounded my world with darkness.

Afterlife…

It is a very hard concept isn't it? What kind of life we get after we dead?

For humans, they have their own believes over things like this. Some of them believe in a concept called Heaven, a place where you will spend your eternal life with happiness.

While for some, when we do dead one day, our body will rot and our soul will be thrown into oblivion, simple.

For birds like me, I always believe that the moment I died one day, I'll be with my father in the sky, watching my loved ones every night as they never – hopefully – forgotten my presence in the sky.

But I never thought that death will come to me that sooner, and reap my soul from this worldly – whatever-thingy.

A little consolation that I, at least, died protecting my loved one; she would endure the losses, but I don't know what kind of impact she would experience when she knows the truth that I gave my life for her.

I was quite proud at myself; at least my body still provided her with extra blanket until one of her family showed up. The point is, I want her to live.

Sure I'll miss her beautiful face, her angelic voice and her soft gaze. But at least, I want her to continue her life and gain happiness.

I don't want to talk about the aching sadness in my heart right now about leaving her behind; about not able to saw her face, wipe her tears or be there when she was sick.

At least… I can see her from the sky, right?

Right, I can see her.

But now, I need to find an exit from this dark room.

"Frost!"

A single light is erupted from the distance.

"Frost! Please wake up!"

I walked closer to the light.

"Frost! Please! Don't leave me alone!"

I stopped my pace, looking back for the last time.

"Frost… I love you. Please don't leave me. You promised."

The room distorted.

My eyes were adjusting to the luminescence of the room when I felt a warm breath within my beak. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her kiss, telling her that I was back.

She broke the kiss; tears were streaming fast in her face. "Frost? You awake?"

I stirred, and reopened my eyes, flashing a warm smile. "Yeah, where am…"

She hit me with a wing. "You scared me! Don't you ever that again!" her face stained with tears.

I really wanted to laugh, but my beak was dry. Not to mention the cocoon that encased me restraining my movement.

So instead I flashed a smile. "I'm not going anywhere, Bia."

"You better!" She snarled within her tears.

"Whe…" She putted me into a kiss, silencing me.

I embraced her passionate kiss, in respect of our mutual love.

"I thought you were gone." She broke the kiss. "I thought I lost you."

"No, Beatriz." I replied, my voice was hoarse. "I will never leave you."

I struggled to free myself from the cocoon. "Uhm… Can you help me?"

"I don't think you were allowed to get out from the blanket just yet."

"What happened?"

"Hypothermia," She said. "You really are stupid sometimes."

"Hypothermia?"

"Yes." She nodded. "When you body temperature became very low, your body started to lose its function."

"Why on earth you flew in the storm anyway?"

I was reminded about her status before. "Your stomachache, how is it?"

Bia was carrying a mug of water, gingerly poured the water into my beak. "Really Frost? You almost freeze to death and still I was your main concern?"

"Well you really looked painful back then, what happened?"

She put the mug back. "I'm carrying eggs."

I spit the liquid out of my beak, "You WHAT?!"

She giggled loudly with my response. "I was joking."

"The breakfast was to blame. I should never eat that fast."

"Ha ha ha very funny," I snorted a sarcastic laugh, then changing the subject. "Why did you in such hurry anyway?"

"I know the storm was approaching, everyone can predict that when they look at the horizon." She admitted. "But I don't want to waste our precious time together."

"There's always tomorrow." I stated. "It's not like I'm going to somewhere far or something."

"I'm afraid our time is short." She said, staring at the ground. "You see, we almost broke up yesterday."

I finally gathered all the puzzle pieces together, sighed. "Then it won't be short."

She raised her head and looked at me. "I love you, Bia. That's the reason." I added.

She smiled and walked closer to me, touching her beaks against mine, "Glad that I love you too."

She then fluttered away, doing something.

"I see that you survive." A familiar voice erupted.

"Jameson!" I stated.

I could only raise my head slightly; the cocoon was putting me in an awkward condition where my head was the only thing free to move.

"Oh hello there," I said.

"I'll say you finally listen to your gizzard?"

I was about to retort, but then nodded my head.

"You maybe clueless with the idea of gizzard, but I can assure you that you have one, a nice and strong one."

"Your heart is strong, the source of your bravery, compassion and selflessness. I've travel wide and far, learning the source of strong gizzards, and you today have taught me something."

"The storm today was a paradigm of a much grander scale of what to come, and with those gizzard you possess; I'll say that you will endure, as long as you listen to it."

"I'm honored to meet you, Frost."

I lifted my head to see him, but his presence already absent, as if he was dispersed into thin air.

My eyes scanned the room, but failed to spot him. "Bia, did…" I cut my words, nodded.

"Hm…? What is it?" Bia said.

"Nothing," I replied.

There may be another storm for me to face, but for her, I'm ready to face the tempest. To find those exits even calamity was upon us, because I love her.

True to people say, life isn't about waiting the storm to pass. It's learning to dance in the rain.

But not all of us were brave enough to do that right? when you feel too lone and scared to dance within the harsh rain, who said you need to dance alone?

A/N: and that's concluded the um... ninth chapter, one more to match Love's Eternal Light, whew it is quite a ride isn't it?

In case you notice that this chapter greatly inspired (and template-d I admit) from Ga'Hoole, but still I hope you guys enjoy it.

Thanks for your visit to my story, words failed to express my gratitude towards you guys!