Sneaking away from the refugee camp, Tristan and Jade, Chion, Isolde; the knights that accompanying him on this travel; had made when the night arrived before going back to home. Sliping past the snoozing Knights in their tents. Where they were, was surely a place noones been for years, maube century bast on how much the eveything seemed untouched

It was midnight or so, and something kept Tristan up. So distited to take a snall walk to hopefully tired him out. Walking through the thick brush and trees. The few smaller nighttime animals scuring past with each step, he came across a pond of some sorts. The cristal water showed the reaction of the quarter moon. In the middle was weeping willow, and for another reason, felt drawn to it.

Crossing the water, that's almost to the knees. Then steeping on the little land, the tree was plated on. On one of the sides was a human stature of a sort, covered in spider lilies and rhododendron. While stepping closer, a vial, that Nasiens gave him, fell from his pocket, unknowing and the liquid spilled over the feet of the stature.

Once the liquid spit on the stone, the stature began to crack and shift, making Tristan jump back. The cracks spread all over the stature till it shattered on the ground. When the dust passed, a figure was left in the rubble, similar appearance to the stature, you