there’s whispers around town about the two boys who live in the forrest. the locals will talk about them with their eyes cast downward and their voices hushed, worried that they would hear them.
there would be moments, in the dead of night, that shrieks will pierce the hot. humid air and people will shudder.
they’ll warn the foolish tourists who come to their town, seeking out the two boys who makes their home in the woods and they’ll tell them to watch out, beware.
beware of the boy with gold in his eyes because if you see him then the one with emeralds won’t be too far behind.
and if you see him, your shrieks will fill the night air, shouts and pleas for help and the locals will turn their heads, ignoring the way that goosebumps rise on their flesh and pretend that they don’t have two witches who haunt their town.
I know I did a horrible thing, okay? But I deserve to be punished for that, not Haley. She’s a good person, and she’d be a great mother if- Look, I know it must suck how people are always asking for things and never giving anything back. And I know that Keith saved me at that bridge, but Haley saved me long before the accident. There has to be a miracle left for her. Please.
Darkness falls upon the great Earth
Through the blood of dragons, a revival comes again
Bound by the covenant of old
When the four dragons assemble
The sword and shield that protect the monarch shall awaken
And the red dragon shall return at dawn
Ik-Soo, Yona of the Dawn, volume 3 - official English release.