It was the second day of the incidence and the sky was still pitch black. The three friends stood at the village shrine, looking shattered and unsure of themselves. Not that they had expected King Bawka to succeed in his attempt to bring Carim back - they knew he wouldn't - but now that it was their turn to try, they wondered if Carim would listen to them or if they had lost him forever.
They had met at Baim's house to draft out a plan should the king fail but now that they were at the shrine, it felt like whatsoever plan they had made had flown away from their heads.
"He's our friend." Po began, turning to look at his friends in their faces. He wondered why but something about the way they stood reminded him of that sacred day when they had risked their lives to save Carim from his
