(Part 5)
The lightning crashed, the wind howled, the sand flew around.
And as rapidly as it started, all of it.. ended.
The knator survived the storm, mostly unhurt. Maybe a new one would come soon. But this one passed, and he was still alive.
The knator lifted his head up. For the first time in a while, he could actually see around himself.
A field of grass was around him and the tree, with a single dirt road. A couple of small boulders were lying in the grass. Nearby, a single scarecrow stood, undisturbed as if the storm was unable to touch it. Similarly, a statue atop a pile of boulders stood near the dirt road.
As if the fate was making fun of knator, he even spotted a cave entrance in a hill not so far from where he was. It would make a very good place to hide.
Looking up at the tree, he wondered why the birds did not go there to hide from the storm. Well, a single bird, now.
It was looking around, its eyes dim, not focusing on anything, just searching. It did not find what it was looking for.
“Kaw.”
And from behind the bird, from a place which it protected with its whole body, a young voice resounded.
“Caw?”