A five-year-old youngster with grey hair and red eyes was observed washing his head early in the morning. Zeo was clothed in the belongings he could save from his home before it was destroyed. He tapped himself on both cheeks to bolster his confidence. "Age isn't an issue for you, Zeo." "You can do anything if you set your mind to it."
After checking out of the inn, he proceeds to the tavern, searching for Bartender Dyson for breakfast and information. The mood in the taverns looks worsened from the previous day when many people had gathered to celebrate their triumph.
Dyson stood at the counter, cleaning fingerprints from each glass one at a time before moving on to the next. Zeo approaches Dyson, the bartender, and expresses a wish to order breakfast.
Zeo ordered two sausages, a loaf of bread, and a glass of milk.
"May I also have a bowl of mushroom cream soup?"
Dyson said, "Of course, you can," with a perplexed expression.
Zeo thanked Dyson for his lunch as he chewed it.
He then inquired about Dyson's knowledge of the individual he saw in the alleyway. Dyson informed him about a few rumors flying around the neighborhood that he should look into for himself. There's nothing more to say about him than that he routinely orders beverages without paying for them. Zeo thanked Dyson for his help, but Dyson declined the money.
"Young guy, I will just accept one gold coin from you each month, but you are always free to return here at any time to make a meal order, and I will not charge you any more money for it."
"A month's supply of breakfast, lunch, and supper for only you costs one gold here at this place." "That's the very least I can do for you."
After hearing that, Zeo was overtaken with emotion. His eating issue is no longer an issue.
He walked throughout town, looking at the different businesses and people. The majority of the locals, he saw, were having a tough time of it and working excessive hours just to get by.
He tried to stay out of back alleys as much as possible after meeting some strange people. He asks at each location the bartender suggested since no one can tell him what the person has never eaten.
Finally, he visited a butcher shop specializing in demon meat. He had a hunch the store's butcher was suspicious on first impressions, but this was his best opportunity to find out more about him. He approached the butcher with caution and inquired about the person he was searching for.
The butcher was surprised by the question, and in response, he said that the man often came to buy unusual kinds of demonic beast meat.
Zeo went back to the tavern after thanking the butcher for his aid. He uncovered some hints for his task despite not knowing what the other person had never had. While deciding what to do next, he made a second order for milk at the bar.
When someone walked into the pub, Zeo was in the process of drinking his milk.
The guy made a solid step forward and gestured Zeo over. When the stranger reached behind him and grabbed Zeo, he was deep in contemplation.
This really took him by surprise.
"Son, may I ask how everything is going for you?" the guy asked Zeo.
Because they both had silver hair, Zeo initially mistook the guy for someone he knew.
"At least for the time being," he says.
"But who precisely are you?" When he spotted the man's silvery hair, his attention peaked.
The other kids believe Zeo is unusual since he is the only youngster in town with silver hair making him feel alienated.
"If I had to guess, would you say you may be my father?"
The man looked melancholy, which might be because he has been gone from his family for so long that his kid has forgotten who he is.
"Yes, I'm sorry I wasn't there for you and your mother when things were tough," he said.
"When I heard the news, I was somewhat distant. I raced over to you as soon as I got the news," but he started to cry.
Zeo started to weep as he recalled his late mother and pointed the finger at his father.
"I know you felt like I wasn't there for you," Zeo's father remarked as he hugged and comforted his son.
He couldn't keep his joy in check since he still had relatives.
They went to their house rubbles and thought about Rebecca, whom they both adored.
"Zeo, I'll take you to the capital."
"Your mother wanted to live here, away from the government."
"I did what your mother wanted since I'm only at home on weekends," she says of the situation.
"I selected Lake Town since it is close to the nation's capital, and its most recent violent occurrence happened more than a decade ago."
"When we get the chance," his father, Arthur, told him repeatedly, "we will repay this hatred to the Noxus Kingdom."
After hearing that, Zeo felt a mounting sense of urgency. In addition to Commander Fang, the Noxus Kingdom are also responsible for his vengeance.
"I'll have someone build a flower-themed grave for Rebecca here," his father cried before continuing to sob.
Zeo concentrated his attention on his father as if trying to figure out his thoughts. He felt a lot of different things at the same time, from sadness to anger to surprise.
He tried to make sense of what had happened and why his father had left in the first place. On the inside, this drove him nuts. He wondered whether he would ever return to his hometown and if it would be too late.
His father's grasp on his shoulder startled him out of his daydream and into the present. "Son, is anything bothering you?"
"Everything is OK, dad," Zeo whispered quietly, tears flowing down his cheeks. He wasn't furious; he was simply annoyed by the circumstances. He hadn't felt so many different emotions since his mother died before he was born. Zeo's tears flowed freely as he recalled her soft touch and warm smile.
"She will be with me for the rest of my life."
"I know it's difficult, but we can't forget her," Arthur said as he embraced him closely.
"Her giggle and the way she sang while cooking dinner," Arthur noted
"She will live on in our memories."
We will ensure that Rebecca's gravestone is lovely and that the flowers she adored remain there.
After answering, "Yes," Zeo brushed away his tears and continued.
He realized his father was right; it was time to move on and honor his mother's memories by constructing a lovely resting place for her.
He and his father decided to call a local florist to make a flower arrangement surrounding Rebecca's gravestone.
The florist made a beautiful arrangement of white roses that they used to delicately surround Rebecca's grave.
It was an excellent occasion for them to pay tribute to the person who had played such an essential part in their lives.
Zeo and his father felt at ease as they stood beside Rebecca's grave. They realized that even though she was no longer alive, they would always love and remember her.
Even though they were grieving, they smiled through their tears because they knew Rebecca's love for them would never be forgotten.
"Would you show me how to cook , Father?