Audrey didn’t run until she rounded the corner, the copper roads gave way to painted quarry stones where the people bustled about getting ready for the parade among the stores. Audrey’s raven black hair came undone as she tore through the streets and finally made it to Crow’s Nest by the Ornithopters’ Paradise. Here is the only place Audrey felt comfortable as she stared at the sights.

The smell of rubber, fire and smoke, and metal filled the air. Thunderous sounds of the Fire Cyclones fury merely a mile away resounded across the tarmac. Audrey squinted her eyes against the bright blaze of the Cyclones as she scanned the sky for ornithopters in use. There were none. Hundreds of rows of small aircraft of every shape and size filled Ornithopters’ Paradise and the hangars, to the left where the bigger aviation devices were stored, seemed to be empty.

Audrey headed over to Crow’s Nest which was really a gigantic lighthouse that overlooked the aerodrome. She bounded up the stairs where Crow was no doubt inside.