The End of A Dream [2]

On a wooden bench at the end of the room there sat a boy with rugged clothes. He…was Zero. Dressed in the academy uniform with torn edges, the shirt had no arms and a huge part of the pants was missing too. On top of that, he was covered in bandages, lots of bandages. His hair was dirty, mixed with mud and dust, and was growing unevenly. There were cuts and scratches on his face, along with the dirt that washed it over. 

When Anya entered the room, he looked to the side after the sound of the door opening. He stared at her, stopping the conversation he was having with Ryfin, who sat on a chair in front of Zero. Ryfin too peeked in Anya's direction, but no one said anything. Silence prevailed over the room. 

Zero passes a calm, warm, and reassuring smile as she stood there, totally motionless. Not an inch of her body had moved since the time her gaze fell upon Zero.