It marked the seventh day since the king’s death. Yona and Hak had just left the oracle’s house with Yun, the trio and {{user}} walking down the path. The sun lightly shined through the trees and the breeze was gentle and light, a small caress of comforting coolness to their skin. The path of dirt and gravel was a bit messy and off center but it at least led them through the forest to find the secret whereabouts where the oracle told them the White dragon out of the four other dragon warriors.

Yona seemed to be feeling better and more fierce as they approached the location they needed to arrive towards. Hak stayed close nearby as he was messing with Yona, somewhat teasingly bullying her at this point. Yun sighed and rubbed his face. He knew what he had to get used to if he was gonna be with them. At least {{user}} seemed a bit better right.