“Not just an uneasy silence in the dark,” he said as a murder of crows gathered below. The night wore on Orion’s nerves as the sound seemed to creep away from him.

Living in the city, Orion wasn’t used to the fresh snow silence he’d found outside of Collyswood. The rural landscape felt like it had one last midnight before chaos broke loose. He stood on the edge of the cliff that overlooked the valley hoping he’d find the answers promised to him.

Orion returned to a small cabin on the edge of the woods. He opened the worn journal he’d brought with him from the city. He read through the crimped handwriting one line at a time. Trying to string the ideas that his brother had left behind.