Jonathan looked over into the sunrise. Virtual but beautiful. Most were not up at this time. A  breeze tickled his white blond hair and made the trees sway. His  Sword was stationed on his back. He didn't want to go out while he was so weak. Jonathan closed his eyes. He sat down enjoying the nice cool weather. His black clothes made him ba little warmer. He hasn't seen anyone he knew in like ages. Creius had disappeared. So had Brax. He was alone.