RYLIE
The doors to the meeting hall closed behind me, Orion's words still pressing on my mind. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the trees, creating a serene, ambiance that did little to calm my racing heart. I needed to see Silas. He had always been a steady presence, a calm that has kept me grounded since I was thrust into this new madness that was now my life.
I made my way to Silas's cottage, my mind a whirl of emotions and thoughts. It was a quaint, modest structure, with a small garden made of wooden crates, blooming with flowers and herbs. The sight of it always brought a feeling of safety.
I knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet late afternoon. It opened almost immediately, and Silas stood there, his face a mix of surprise and concern.
"Rylie?" His voice was soft, a gentle question in his tone.
