"No problem." The old man laughed merrily, his mood uplifted by the little boy's happiness. He waved goodbye to Wyn, smiling warmly, and turned to his next customer. Meanwhile, Wyn leisurely made his way back to the empty alley from earlier, crunching happily on his lunch, and, after making sure no one was around, a desolate, almost dead, expression covered his face entirely. All his earlier naivety and innocence had disappeared in an instant. Gone was the happy boy trying his best to survive after the death of his beloved half-sister; all that was left was a cold, unfeeling child with ambitions beyond the heights of mountains.
