Jason stood alone in the Valley, white snow surrounding the young dragon rider as he waited for word from the fellow human villagers on wheter or not the enemy had sank its fangs deeper into his home country, and if it would be safe to have Atalantia come out from hiding, or if enemy spies were still very active in this area. He held his Jacket tight around his shoulders, since it was cold outside. His sword hung at his side. A lone warrior in a hostile white world. The idea amused Jason. Still nobody came to him yet, and the wind was picking up. Soon the boy would have to head back to the house that he was using, or die of frostbite.