Falling into a deep sleep almost immediately, the grass was very accommodating. That is it was only such for a while, for a second, until his dreams, his nightmares as the ground became harsh. The grass began to fail, to crawl back into itself. Flames lined the horizon, reaching high into the sky, as great lights blasted the earth from above. The soil turned a distant grey, a far off and disconnected colour. He felt he could not reach it despite it being under his head. He stood to his feet, and in the sky a shadow formed. It was the bird and he was no longer drenched in lethargic motion. He grew, and swooped down, thudding on the ground, sending dust and earth and blades of the dying grass up in a cloud. The cloud shimmered in the intense light from above, before screaming out. The cloud disappeared and all that remained was the dark shadow bird, tearing at the ground. It had four legs, with wings sprouting off each limb and its gargantuan beak was sharp and powerful, easily tearing up the dirt. It found what it was looking for, grabbing half the dog tail in its maw, swallowing it down. The taste disgusted it, angered it.
It's black feathers ruffled intensely, filling Asia's vision as it grew enraged by its meager meal. It turned to Asia. Calling out with the caw of a crow, yet louder, demonic and twisted. It churned the flesh, turning and twisting upon Asia's body. He tried to run from the creature, but his legs began to drag, they would not obey, and the ground pulled at him. He felt his control loosening, he felt his body weakening. The fires around them both drew nearer, the light was brighter and the grass was all but gone. Asia could barely react, and the bird pounced.
He could not see much, black feathers surrounded him, but he saw the beak as it plunged into his chest. No blood, just pain, searing, screaming pain yet Asia could make no sound. He watched as the bird tore the second half of dog tail from his body and swallowed it down. The same reaction ran through the bird once more. It hated the tails, it hated him, and Asia could see, it had a plan. All four feet stepped upon Asia's body, crushing him into the dirt before grabbing hold. The feather flapped independently from the limbs as it took off up into the sky, carrying Asia with him, bringing him higher and higher, into the light.
But the bird stopped. It stopped half way, between grey earth, scorching fire and blinding light, and the bird tore Asia into four.
Asia woke up.
He was covered in feathers.
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