I woke up not feeling the heated mess around. It is quite unusual. Taron had been messing with the weather for days now just to force the white dragon to come out. But today is different.
It was a beautiful sunny day outside. No rain. No raising temperature. I quickly went downstairs of my regular home where Taron had been staying.
I found him staring out in the window. He slightly turned his head sideways when he heard me coming down the stairs.
"What?" he asked. "I didn't do anything." I continued walking down the stairs until I was beside him. "I haven't stopped this and the climate became normal," he smiled. "And this just means that someone interfered."
"The white dragon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "It's impossible."
"This is the white dragon. He had resurrected."
Taron was so hap
