In a craggy cliff nest high above the piney forest, a young eagle named Eira stretched her wings and stared at the sky.

She had always been a curious soul. While her siblings were content gliding near the canyon, Eira gazed at the snowy mountains in the distance; massive, silent, and mysterious.

“Why go there?” the older birds would ask.
“No eagle flies beyond the mountains.”

But Eira felt something inside, a flutter deeper than feathers. A call from the sky itself. One morning, with the wind behind her and the sun on her back, Eira took off… and didn’t stop.

The Storm Above the Peaks

One day, dark clouds gathered above the tallest mountain. Eira, now far from home, had to decide—turn back or fly through.

She remembered the old saying: “Only those who face the storm see what’s beyond.”

With a brave breath, she dove into the clouds. Wind howled. Ice stung her wings. But Eira soared, dipped, and weaved; guided by instinct, memory, and heart.

And when she finally burst through the clouds… the world opened up. A golden valley stretched below—untouched, glowing, peaceful. She had done it. She had flown beyond the mountains.