On a plane heading to Mercurysburg, Orion sat like a statue with his eyes closed. He had managed to book a flight for ten a.m., which would land in the capital around five a.m. the next morning. Orion was in a meditative state; he had been practising this every day for two hours, hoping for at least a fraction of his memories to return. During his travels, he also tried to learn as much as he could about the world he was in.
Although Silas had spent centuries in this world, most of that time was spent in his forest, uninterested in what lay beyond its borders during the seasons of change. When the time came for him to leave the forest, he had no idea what to expect. It was thanks to Greer and his many avian friends from nearby cities, who were familiar with the affairs of the two-legged,
