I look up at the stars. The wind's still which was a big change from the day. This is a brief moment of peace. I need to hold onto it. I need to savor this moment. I keep breathing. I take deep breaths to savor the sweet still air. Wind usually smells bitter and smoky. This air smells like flowers. This is a big change before the storm.

"I love the peace." Jenna said coming up from the river.

I'm on the branch right above her. I let out a breath. A Jabbalow comes and sits on a big leaf beside us. 

"Can we do this?" She asked.

"We have to." I say.

"I can't believe this is happening." The Jabbalow muttered.

"I wish I knew this would happen. I could hear the wind screaming." I say.

I knew something terrible was going to happen beside from Jenna's prophecy. The wind grew rapid a couple of days ago. I could hear them screaming. I can always hear them screaming. The Jabbalow turned and placed her hands over a broken branch. A yellow light glowed from her hands. The branch sat upright and was healed. She turned to us.

"I sure hope we can do this." She said.

"So do I." Jenna said.

They turn to me. I'm scared and desperate. I'm desperate to not wind up in a cage. 

"I hope by Mother we can do this." I say.