A few weeks had passed after the secret meeting happened with the Emperor of Pardour concerning the recent attack during the Tournament and things seemed to be normal in the city.
People were still going about their daily activities and seemed to have placed the awful attack at the Colosseum behind them.
Jason was walking through the city, reminiscing of the letter his adoptive mother gave him earlier concerning his biological mother's death and how he was in her care.
"Things still seem very strange still, with Mom and all. But…I can't blame her for this. She still took me in and loved me, even though I am an orphan," he thought to himself as he was strolling through the streets, looking at the people around him.
He then shivered and rubbed his right arm, wrapped in bandages to hide his red markings.
"I especially need to find out what these markings mean and who my father is. I need to know immediately!!"
