A dark green shape shot out from the ocean, near the coast. Several guards bringing up the rear. His thoughts were anxious and his talons fumbled with scrolls. Scrolls he stole from the library in the Summer Palace. No matter where he flew, open land seemed abundant. All land, except for the rainforest. His wings ached the entire flight, but the adrenaline from the guards kept him afloat. The Seawing landed, weary and wary. I should be able to lose them here, right? The Seawing ran through the foliage until he couldn't hear anything but the chirping of birds and the croaking of frogs. What do I do now? Stay here? Live with the Rainwings? What will my sister do? His thoughts rambled until he curled up on a fallen tree, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.