The buildings towered over both of the streets, with a road sandwiched in between. The night was silent but eerie as a boy strolled down the street, his hair a dull gray and a mocha-colored skin. He had a slender body, eyes were sagged as if he hadn't slept days while whistling a funny tune. He rounded a corner to a dark alleyway and was met by a satyr. He murmured, "So it's true." The satyr solemnly nods his head. "This is bad." The satyr bleated. "Don't worry Nickit, I'll find a way to bring her to camp... somehow.......It's not safe for you to be here, passersby will spot you, and the mist can only do so much to bend their minds... Go to camp to inform Chiron, that if we don't come within four weeks before the countdown, send a search party. "
"Here you go. Good luck Al, you'll need it."The satyrs shoved a paper into the boy's hand as he leaped into the night sky. Alvin stood there looking at a crumpled-up picture. In it was a blond-haired girl laughing, her skin pale, with sky-blue eyes. "Aila Nolan...pleased to meet you." The boy walked out the alleyway and resumed whistling a tune as if nothing had ever happened.
