"It is indeed your mind. You see your mind has begun preparing for the trails that are ahead of you. It's begun to form room for what you must learn," the man pointed to several spots where it seemed as though there was a void. Nothing existed in these spots except darkness, though this darkness had no feeling to it, it was simply just darkness. The dark fog and mist though seemed to carry a variety of smells from fear, to doubt, to anger. "Your unconscious mind knows that you will have to learn to control the remaining elements, raw magical energy, and combine all of them and create a new style of magic. So in response your mind made room. This is the only part of your mind functioning properly. Everything else is wrong. A forest that was once greener than anything that can be found in the reality is now filled with petrified trees. The sky which once used to sing songs to all that reside here is obscured by a thick fog. We have much work to do, Lyra." The man turned and looked first at her, even at such a close proximity the man's face was still hidden by darkness. He then glanced up at the sky and nodded his head, as though in response to an unheard command. "Well this is all the time we have today. You haven't yet mastered this world so time moves differently here. Though it seems we have been here for half an hour at the most it has been closer to seven hours in reality. It's time to wake up," and with that last phrase Lyra's eyes shot open. The sun was just barely peaking over the tree line. Lyra was lying in her bed in camp. Vaid and Marri spoke in soft voices as they cooked the morning's breakfast. Marri whistled a reply to some bird song which only brought about a reply of a chorus of bird song. Vaid smiled and closed his eyes, letting the song seep into his skin and settle on his bones. Today would be the first day of their journey.