The sky was sunny and clear. A soft breeze blew and gently rustled the grasses of the low hills that Hana Belrune and her group were traveling across. They were heading towards the southern mountains, the border between the shadow-like race of Jiikzun, and the humans. Hana was a young woman (only just 18 years old) who had been burdened with the task of being the anchor of her country's living weapon. A part of the weapon's soul had been placed within her. They were then linked together with an invisible chain. The weapons body had been made so that the only way it could be harmed was if she were killed. His body could break and reform near instantly, shifting around matter, always avoiding death, only half-real, and she was the one thing that kept it still linked to reality. Becoming the anchor had brought a lot of changes to Hana's own body as well. Her once brown hair had turned silver and her body was covered in countless white symbols filled with magic, some even going beneath her skin. Her face was the only area not covered. She could feel the energy in them throbbing slightly. They were not visible though, as they were hidden beneath her clothes. However, her silver hair was not hidden and it was done up into a long braid that went down to her waist. She was wearing a greyish brown cloak that had a hood, but the weather was too nice and they were still a ways away from enemy territory for her to put it up. Currently though, she was too concentrated on what she was doing to think about the past. Her hands were gripped tightly to the reins of a grey-spotted horse. The reason for this was she was not particularly used to riding horses. She knew that she was safe though, for on either side of her were her bodyguards, behind her their commander and some warriors, and ahead, their champion. She was curious about many of these individuals, especially the champion, as she had never yet had the chance to talk with him, at least for not any lengthy amount of time. They had both been too busy training and preparing for the journey. Her bright teal eyes stared forward as she wondered about them.