14. Catching Eagles (I)

When Anazion rose swiftly and forcefully to his feet, he did not even realize he was clenching his fists harder than ever before.

The thin barrier between reality and dreams had been broken. Now, there was no longer any need for someone to investigate the truth of the dream for him, nor teach him how to use his gift—Anazion still possessed reason, and his reason told him that something was about to happen.

He let go, allowing the book that had been so dear to him moments ago to fall and crush the grass. Then he tore off the oversized coat the shopkeeper had painstakingly found for him from the shelf in her warehouse marked Ogryn and flung it to the ground.

There were not many people in the park, but some had seen what he did. His height, expression, and actions prompted a well-dressed man to approach with great caution, smiling with his hands held before him as though he wanted to say something.

Yet before the man could speak, Anazion had already guessed roughly what it would be: There are children here, sir. If you have any problems, I would be happy to help, but please do not frighten them.

"I can't," he apologized before the man could open his mouth.

The man looked at him in confusion and surprise, but Anazion no longer wished to explain. He gently raised a hand and pushed the man aside before breaking into a sprint.

Before the shuttle had even landed, he had already memorized the map of City Three. Most Chemosians who had lived in this city their entire lives did not know their vast home as well as he did.

In only two minutes, running at full speed, he rushed out of the park. The streets remained as prosperous