Thorn muttered and went up to the rooftops. He stood at the edge in the wind.
"How come just as soon as we get this sorted out, something else comes up. Maybe we were better off with the witch."
After day comes night. You must get through the night and reach for the sun when it comes again. A voice told him. The sun feels really good after a long night. The night is there so we love the sun.
"But this night has storms." He muttered back.
The rain makes you stronger. The wind blows smaller troubles away, and you must stand with it.
Thorn nodded, but said nothing.
A human-person is coming fast in your direction. A second voice stated. A bird also fly fast your way.
He glanced up. Circling the rebellion was a bluejay.
The bird spotted him and landed on his shoulder. Thorn glanced at her.
"Let's go see who our visitor is."
He walked back downstairs.