Na'hari was walking swiftly through the forest, seemingly heading to the tree of souls. The girl had face paint on her face again, like almost every day. 'To be ready for war', is what she said. The sun shone down through the cracks of the leaves on the ground, making the forest even more magical than it already was. Her ears perked up in an instant when she heard someone behind her, turning around in an instant to see who it was.