Abandoning all pretenses stealth and chirping happily, I slip and tumble to the far away wall's end, trailing breadcrumbs of vermilion feathers.

Painstakingly my goal draws closer, letting me see it with more detail, namely, how abruptly the wall seems to end! One minute there's wall standing at over 2 meters high, the next, nothing but flat stone, doesn't seem very natural to me! But its not like I care! I just want to get around the silly thing once and for all! I've been at it for half a day, I don't want it to take longer!

Suffered 4 Falling Damage

Face-planting down a deeper than expected hole, I at last reach the end, signifying the halfway point of the wall-crossing-journey. However, what I'm met with, is something that completely defies my wildest dreams and imagination!

There's... a... second... wall.

A second wall running parallel to the first, of exact same height and appearance, between these two walls is a smooth, deep groove in the ground. By looking straight down this grove I can see the Blue Tree sitting in the lake at the end! What the FLAMINGO!

Only from this angle can I see how perfectly straight the opposing walls are, and how consistently deep the groove is, it's like a 2 meter drop for the whole 3 or 4 kilometers!!

I knew it!! This isn't natural at all!

If I were to have a guess as to how this was made, I would say: God was writing a poem, dropped his pencil from the heavens above and left a giant pencil shaped crater here in the jungle! That would explain why there's no jungle here, it was all destroyed by the rocky debris! How fascinating!

This place certainly does have a holy vibe to it. The air is purer than usual.

"Well... that's cool." I say, trying to shake off the feeling of awe.

I slowly close my agape beak and shuffle around the rim of the deep crater to the SECOND wall, as if one wasn't enough. From the end of the second wall I begin the arduous task of walking back to the lake, which if going by my birdy calculations, should take 8 or maybe 9 hours? taking in account I don't die again. Reviving takes forever and is sooooo boring, not something I want to do on a daily basis.

Dusk is really starting to set in now too, maybe I should sleep for the night? Night is when the nocturnal come out and I don't like the idea of being attacked at night, but what if I'm attacked while i'm sleeping? To sleep, or not to sleep?

Oh never mind, there are no trees around here anyway. There goes that idea bird brains. Looks like I'm pulling an all-nighter after all!

With that, I commit my first few steps on the second leg of the long hike while rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes.

To think that the 15 meters or so that separated the boat and myself this morning turned into such a long detour. All of which could of been avoided If I could fly!!!

Speaking of which, I haven't tried flying since before leveling up! Surely, flight is a combination of speed and power in flapping, both of which I acquired greatly with my last level up! I bet I could do it with this much Dexterity and Strength!

With the promise of flight in mind I fold out my pristine and awe-inspiring wings to my favorite 'areoplane' stance as I focus my mind and bird instincts ingrained in my blood. I mentally played out my plan of attack in my head, which is basically moving my wings up and down as fast as possible. Yes, I can picture it! The ground leaving my feet and my wings slicing the clouds! The wind on my face and the bugs in my eyes! That last one wasn't pleasant to imagine... but necessary!

Slowly at first and then with increasing speed, I flap my wings to a breakneck pace as I skip over the sharp rocks. Never before have I pumped my wings so hard!

I can feel it! The wind under my wings! My body getting lighter as my arms carry the burden of my weight!

I kick off the rocks with all my leg power and I rise to the skies... and continue to rise.

I peek below my feet as I pour every ounce of energy to my flaps.

Oh my god I don't believe it!! The ground is getting further away for once! Although progress is slow and demanding, I'm gaining a whole centimeter of height with every 10 seconds of grueling flapping!!!! Truly, today is a day of impossibilities. Never again will my bird family look down on me.

Alas, after what has been a minute of top speed flapping I plummet down the hard earned altitude I 'flew'. Surrounding me is a litter of my red feathers that were dislodged by the supreme effort.

Suffered 9 Falling Damage

"All good things must come to an end" I weep into my exhausted arms.

However, I don't let the moping last for long before I jump to my feet with determination. I tasted success and I must have more! Level ups are the key to flight!

"Bring on the worms" I challenge out to the barren stones, my enviable voice clearly carrying over the land and all it's inhabitants.

Exp! I must get exp as soon as possible! And as much as possible! To think at how many times my flightless-ness has troubled me. From moving around the forest, to finding a place to sleep, to overcoming walls and spanning huge expanses of water! I could even avoid threats or better yet! Rain down fire from above while they remain helpless on the ground! Everything is solved by flight.

After issuing the reckless and frankly idiotic verbal challenge to any listeners I charge my way to the hulking blue tree on the horizon, eager to defeat all that opposed me.

"Come at me you overgrown wormies!!" I echo out once more.