Two Years Later
Rogan
“Are you going to stay like this?” Ragor takes out the books on my desk and drags all of it towards his arms and neatly piled them on the bookcase. His brows furrowed together as he looks at me and around my room. “Rogi, come on, the state of your room is depressing”
I blink. The sun filtering in through the windows since Ragor opened the curtains. I’m blinded for a second, but the view of my room finally focused. My small room in the academy reminds me of the rooms I had when my parents were alive, it’s one of the reasons I stayed mostly in it.
“What are you doing here Ragor?” I stretch in my bed. The blanket slipping off my body and dropping to the floor. My little brother, soon an eleven-year-old, cleaning up the mess in my room like he wasn’t going to be the
