Khalil hadn't realized it yet but he was standing there like a statue that didn't know what he was supposed to do. He was fucking dumbfounded. Great, just great. Gaviria jostled the poor messenger with magic, bringing him back to their real world. What the fuck had he seen to make him look like the fucking walking dead? Hera looked at the messenger, he had said what he had seen but he seemed to have lost it all at Vaziria.
"Zayn, Zayn Medina" Khalil said before collapsing.
Oh boy, what a morning.
Zayn Medina.
This was the name no one ever thought would ever be heard again, and not even in Alexei. He had been the kid loved by all and mourned by worlds. He was a sweet kid, one whose life had ended in the worst of ways.
Zayn had been a sweetheart to the wolves and everybody loved him. He was the boy who was always happy. The kid who knew how to make everybody smile. The boy who understood what it took to put a smile on every face.
