When she woken, shadows licked at the walls that surrounded her as the morning sun peaked through the curtain less window. Eyes slowly roamed the room, feeling the sadness that buried under the anger and hate for anything that was living. Her eyes landed on the only picture she had. It was of a dwarf with golden braided hair, dusk dark eyes lifted up in a glorious smile, tan skin from being above ground. The flowers and gold decorated his head fell into the long strands of hair, lush green stems were braided into the hair, giving a look of innocents. Memories of old woken up from behind closed eyes, fighting off the tears that soon to be falling if it wasn't for the door opening.

A man with gray robes, Gandalf, walked in with words upon his lips, but had stopped while his eyes landed on the still women who was mumbling under her breath. Words that he could not hear, words that slowly died in the silence that soon follow after the last word was spoken. Long brown strands of hair fell over a sweat filled forehead, eyes narrowed and far away gave away a fever; however he knew better to go straight for the obvious.

He made his way towards her, hearing the door close behind him and another set of footsteps behind him, before reaching her. His old boney hands reached out, shaking, before touching her with said hand. He held his breath as his hand meet her forehead. When skin made contact with her skin, a chilling went down his spine as eyes meet his in a dead stare.

"Is she okay?" A voice spoke up from behind him, full of worry. His body turned to face the other, a young male stood there with a white coat draped around his shoulders. The symbol for doctor tagged to his coat towards the collar. Sandy brown hair fell into blue eyes as he tried to see the women who laid in the bed.

Gandalf straighten to his full height and the air around him changed. The doctor froze as the wizard watched him with cold eyes. The question sounded messy, as if he didn't know what he was doing and both men knew what the other thought of the other. Then suddenly the women sat up with a gasp as a shuttered sob left her lips. Tears fell from her eyes as a sudden pain filled scream sounded in the room. It stopped as sudden as it started, an out breath women sat in the bed with her knees drew to her chest. The sheets pooled around her waist, full breast covered by her arms and legs; however, her eyes landed on the two men before her, standing above her.

"What happened?" She questioned softly, her throat raw from the scream. Silence fell into the room as her eyes roamed over both men. Both men had bags under their eyes as if they had not slept much recently. Grey robes tattered and had an odd smell coming from them; however, the younger one was more put together.

"What happened?" She growled when no one answered her. The younger male jumped at the sudden aggressive manner she portrayed herself in. However, the older male sighed as he took the seat next to the bed. Their eyes meet, forgetting the doctor was in the room, and Gandalf spoke to her softly.

"You fainted, Zero." He watched her as she tilted her head to the side as if not believing him. The whiskey brown eyes darken as the sudden thought flashed through her head. She could not have fainted without a sudden explosive of pain, but slowly a set of memories from the day she supposedly fainted came to mind.

"The mountain was attack." She stated her voice unmovable as her eyes meet the old man's. She watched as the old man slowly nod his head as if agreeing with her. She sighed as she finally unwind her legs, pulling the sheet over her naked body, she stood up from the bed. Her front covered; however, her back was left exposed to the two men. Their eyes fell upon the jiggered scar that was in the middle of her shoulder blade. Black ink with small ruins of lost friends and comrades were tattooed into her spin, the older male followed the line of ink, coming to one name that he knew. A name so old that it has faded to a gray ash color, the only name that were older than him, a name lost upon burned books.

She turned to face them, their eyes slowly made their way upwards to meet hers. The younger one blushed heavily before rushing out of the room; however, the older male stood with his eyes still on the women.

"We leave then?" He questioned her with unmask worry for the young lady and for the friends he might have lost in the mountain. The nod she gave him was his answer, he stood from his seat and walked away from the women.

"Gandalf," She started, waiting for the other to stop for a moment. Noticing that the other was waiting for spoke, "They are safe, scared, but safe."

"Thank you, my friend." He answered before walking out.

She watched him leave and once the door closed behind him, she sighed.

"I hope they are safe, my friend." Her words echoed in the room, silence meet her words. Turning to the only other object in the room, she walked over to it. The wooden handles were of old black iron that she had forged with her own hands were cold to touch. The coldness did not bother her as she opened the large French like doors. Hanging were clothes that were old, from a time before this world was called something else.

She pulled a long green dress out, sleeves reaching past her fingers, she dropped the sheet from around her. She placed it on the bed as she sat it. A night stand with some wraps on it was placed there long ago when someone else once lived with her. She picked the wrap up from the night stand with daft fingers, with skill hands, she wrapped it around her bust, holding them in place. Once down, she pulled out a wooden box that was placed below the wooden night stand. She picked out a piece of undergarments and slipped them on. She stood from the bed and pulled the green dress from the hanger before that too was placed on her body. It fell just before her knees and when she walked over to the wooden closet, you could see up her thighs due to the two slits in the sides of the dress.

She pulled out a simple brown, form fitting, pants and a pair of drawstrings. She slipped the pants on before sitting down on the bed again. The drawstrings were wide, but thin and could only be wrapped around her wrist a couple of times. She stood for the last time from the bed, Zero made her way to the wooden closet. She pulled out an old leather bag from one of shelves. With the bag in one hand, she started to pull clothes from the closet with quickness as if something had lighten a fire below her feet. She finally took the last article of clothing before looking over to the only picture in the room.

Walking over to the stand slowly. Her hands shook as she lifted it up from the stand, tears filled her eyes, darken them with emotions of sorrow. She placed the top of the frame to her lips and with the other hand, she dropped the bag onto the bed. She picked up an old silk clothe from her hidden box from under the night stand. She wrapped it up with a soft smile as she spoke,

"I'll be sure to make it back."

She placed it inside the bag with carefulness before placing a few undergarments into the bag as well. Once done, she made her way out of the room, a slow roaring fire warmed the living area and this was where she found both men. She watched as they both turned to face her.

"Ah, you are ready to leave then?" Gandalf questioned as he noticed the bag strapped her back. A slow nod was his answer as she walked towards them. Her hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned down to a seat. Next to the seat was a pair of brown boots that reached to her knees.

"What? She can't leave!" The doctor protested with a shrill cry of worry in his voice. Two sets of eyes meet his, the oldest of the pair narrowed while the other looked on in confusion. He watched as the laces of the boots were tied and tucked before he was meet with a cold pair of whiskey colored eyes.

"What do you mean I cannot go?" She questioned, her voice below freezing. The doctor froze in mid thought as Zero inched towards him. A smelt a rise of smoke from the fire, sweat formed on his forehead, he licked his lips in worry for himself.

"You fainted and we don't know why." He answered before she reached him. Zero thought for a moment before reaching up to the doctor's collar, her thin fingers scrunched the smooth pressed flaps of the jacket. She pulled him closer to her to whisper her answer,

"That's for me to know and you to never find out, Doc." She pushed him away from her body and the clench of fist that she hide from the doctor as a sudden shot of pain shot through her body. An unexplained condition that she had since she had took the ritual years before this new world was born.

"We will be leaving now." She stated walking past the doctor without any more words towards the male. The wizard followed her out of the door before standing behind her, waiting for her to move once again.

"What's the matter?" Gandalf asked as he laid a hand upon the shorter women. She looked over her shoulder, placed her hand upon his and smiled softly.

"I haven't left this cottage since he died in my arms. I wonder if the world had changed." She answered with childlike wonder as she fulling turned to faced him.

"Only one way to know, my friend."