Corvus could barely manage to keep himself in the air for much longer. His wings ached, pain searing through them beneath black feathers as he struggled on. His whole body begged for him to land on one of the tall, but lifeless trees that stood below him. Forcing his wings to flap a couple times more, he gained a small amount of acceleration and broke into a glide. His outstretched wings still hurt, but not as much as it did moments before. Scanning the darkened landscape below him, he caught sight of his checkpoint. Finally. Gliding over the edge of the dead forest, he quickly folded his wings and dove towards the jagged peaks that laid ahead. Almost there. Just a little more. The black and crimson rocks quickly came closer into his view, too close. Too fast! It’s not as bad as it looks. I can make it. It’s an easy land. Corvus’ stomach churned as he dove closer to his checkpoint, his instincts telling him to pull up, but his body wouldn’t listen. His wings were still