It was quite early in the morning, around 6 AM and the sky was shining a light yellow orange. Some stars were still visible in the sky as well, shining the last of the night in their dying power. It was a beautiful sight, one that people would like to paint a picture of too capture the moment in all its beauty. Birds sang and few moths flew in the air in the cool new day. It was so peaceful that even a knife couldn't cut through the peace.<br/><br/>It was a large dirt trail that lead too the Styx Reaper School, but the edges of the trail were paved with a light pebble trail too mark its outline. Far on the trail walked a man garbed in a black reaper robe. The hood covered his face and hid his long silver hair, his grey blue eyes shining under it. A large scar from a battle years ago lie on his left eye.<br/><br/>He was quite tall, and built balanced. He walked alone on the trail to Styx, seeming to glide because of the robe. He stared at the far sight of the Styx, remembering his time there. It had been a long time since he had seen it, and the new school was grander then ever. He couldn't wait too once again step foot on the grounds of the school.<br/><br/>The memories of the war bore his mind yet even those couldn't keep him from his excitement at returning. He finally reached the gate and stared through it as they opened on sight of the reaper robes.<br/><br/>"Its good too be back." he whispered quietly too himself walking in. He wondered if anyone he knew was still here. With a sigh of relief he walked up too the statue of the school, now also a fountain. Students sat on its outer layer, talking, reading, and practicing their elements.<br/><br/>Although he wore reaper robes, he was an odd sight. On the robes back it held the older logo of the school, a skull with a cross on the back instead of the current logo of a scythe in the shape of a cross and skull in the middle. The robes also were worn, and seemed too be of an older fashion then the current ones.<br/><br/>Zane stared at the statue and breathed in deeply. "Good to be home...."