Raiden felt his feelings of unease grow stronger as the day passed.
He started noticing the little things around noon.
At first, it was the birds.
Usually, the skies around the farm were lively. Small winged Terrans flew between the berry trees, chattering noisily, while a few larger ones glided lazily above the distant jungle.
Today, however, the noise had changed. Instead of normal chirping, he could hear sharp, frantic cries. And they were not circling peacefully either. They were moving in groups, flying away from the deeper wilds.
Raiden stood beside the fence and frowned.
"Brother?" Sylvia called from behind. "What happened?"
He did not answer her as his eyes stayed on the horizon.
Far away, beyond the greener stretch of untamed land and the line where the farm ended, and wild territory began, he could see flocks of birds rising one after another like dark waves. They were leaving too quickly. Too chaotically.
