A cold breeze swept through the air, but it was an unpleasant one, and not something that was soothing to feel. The sky was dim with little light, considering all the storm clouds that blocked out the sun. To anyone, this day could be considered dreary, unlikable, hell, even the 'worst day ever'.

Not in Newt's eyes, though. He sat atop a large boulder that overlooked the cliff side and the expanse of the forest below him. His blonde hair drifted in the wind, his eyes locked on the horizon.