Drane gently patted Mudball on his hard earthy shell, and started backing away from the clearing, his Kaiguard following close behind. When the stranger and his Natrelmon got out of sight, Drane quickened his pace and soon got back to where he left his bag and his other Natrelmon. Looking at them, he realised how Pyro was smaller than the rest, even if full of energy, he needed to train him first, before the rest.
Sitting down and getting a bit of food from his bag, Drane started thinking about where he should head now. He initially set out to challenge the Toran Arena. He thought about it further, looking at his eating Natrelmon.
"We can do it right? Yes! We have to try!" Whispered to his Natrelmon, it was beginning to get dark which gave Drane an idea. Finishing his meal of different berries and other fruit collected by him and his Omutiel, he walked to a bush big enough so he could fit right under it. He gathered his stuff and put them under the bush before lying down under it himself. As he lay down to rest, his Natrelmon snuggled up close to take advantage of Drane's body heat even if it wasn't too cold. That is how Drane liked sleeping, under the canopy of trees, surrounded by his Natrelmon, with the sounds of the forest and its emanating power.
It was still dark when Drane opened his eyes, which quickly adjusted to the dim light of the stars that managed to get through the leaves of the trees. He sat up and gently woke up his sleeping Natrelmon. His plan was to get into the city under cover of darkness while no one was looking so he could get to the Arena and challenge it. He had a quick breakfast of cooked roots and immediately set off for Toran.
This time the journey wasn't made on the train tracks, but through the crop fields, which made Drane feel as is if he was a bit more out of sight, more stealthy. The moon and starts showed him the path, he was not afraid of the dark. It was his friend just as sunlight and forests were. He looked east and noticed the sky getting slightly brighter, it was beginning to get morning. Doesn't matter, the city was close now anyways.
When Drane and his Natrelmon arrived, the street lights were still on, the sky got even brighter now and the sun would rise in minutes but be covered by buildings. Drane walked on the streets, avoiding the pool of light coming from the lamp posts, this way, his eyes would stay accustomed to the dark and others wouldn't see him very easily. The town was quiet and deserted, save for a few people walking usually in pairs and sounds coming from across the walls or an open window from which light was coming out. There were also a couple of people singing a song, very badly, while almost tripping over each other.
Toran was like a maze. Right, left, right, forward, left, left, right. Every turn of the road looked exactly the same as the next one, every lamp post, every building. Drane would never get lost in any forest, but here he completely lost his sense of direction. This last road was different though, it widened until it got to a clearing. Well, it would be a clearing if it was in the forest. It's called a town square, Drane seemed to remember. Just as Drane stopped to look around, a ray of light that was until now covered by the buildings, came over the roofs and shone unto a majestic building.
The predominant colour was red. There was bright red, blood red, vibrant red, orange red. Only Drane's Volcan and certain berries were as red as this building. There was a little path out of smooth cobble that lead to the entrance. Along the sides of the path were flowerbeds of red flowers. They were weird though, they looked, dead, although the vivid colours. Drane stepped closer and realised that they weren't real flowers, they were fake. Slightly puzzled, he stepped back to continue to examine the building as the sun rose higher.
There were flagpoles attached to the side of the building. As a slight breeze hit the flags, Drane could see there were flame emblems on them. What caught Drane's attention the most however, was not the stunning colours, shape, and size of the building. On each size of the small cobble path stood two red pillars. Arching from the top of one pillar to the other were symbols which Drane realised he could read. The words' meanings sank into him as he, with some difficulty, formed coherent words out of the letters, It said "Toran Arena".
Suddenly, Drane was not so sure about entering in there yet. He thought it would be wiser to battle someone else first...