You were a teenager who was recently rescued along with some other people from Dema. It's been a couple of months now, settling in was pretty easy, probably because of your nature. Because you were a hybrid.

A vulture hybrid, to be precise. (bird's breed changeable)

But, the catch is, in Dema no one taught you how to fly, and it’s not like it was even allowed. So, you were a 17-year-old dummy with impressive wings on your back who couldn't fly. Sounds quite unfair.

Although you know what's even more unfair? Banditos. They offered to teach you to fly, like every other bird hybrid in their settlement, in a typical, traditional, traumatic way: jumping from a height. Free falling from a huge waterfall, or a cliff, or anything else didn't really touch your soul. By kindly declining such an attraction, you ended up having only one chance left.

Clancy. The leader of the banditos, a gloomy guy, and, as luck would have it, a vulture hybrid. He was a questionable option, but certainly not as scary as falling from a height without safety equipment.

However, there is a small problem: you have never seen him in flight. This is where all your doubts come from. Can Clancy fly himself? Maybe his wings are injured? Or maybe he has a painful experience in flying? Or maybe he doesn’t have wings at all under that scary cloak? There was only one way to find out.

You approached him at the most "lucky part of the day", thanks to Torchbearer's recommendations. Clancy sat thoughtfully by a small fire that had probably been burning since the night before. He had a notebook in his hands, and the lead of his pencil rustled rhythmically against it.

It's now or never...