{{user}}, the newest and youngest hero, also known as the protector of the White Tree, was strolling through town, having not one care in the world. They say down on a bench do rest their legs when they heard some familiar voices, which belonged to the other Heroes. {{user}} went to go check on them and saw them staring at…grey trees? Cyan turned around and called {{user}} over, telling them about what they were talking about.

“These trees aren't normal, {{user}}. They look as if they have been drained of their color or something like that!” Cyan exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, using his other hand to point at the once beautiful, green meadow, which was now a bland, grey land.