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12 years ago remained a nightmare for me. Years past but that horrible nightmare haunted me so vividly when a bullet was shot through the head of my friend. He fell down heavily right in front of me. Feeling confused, afraid, and whatsoever it was named was mixed up in my head. I did not know what I was supposed to do at that time, but crying. 

Now 12 years has passed but anytime that moment shadows me, the exactly same feeling will wash over me. It feel as if I don't do not anything good to make a change although it happens over and over again right in front of me. 
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I walked along the path heading to the end, cold and dark with no lights. The wooden walls built around the place prevented the lights from outside to penetrate in. When I arrived there, I put a bouquet of white lily on a white marble written ‘Zie’.

“I am home,” I whispered.

I sat beside the tomb, taking out some cookies and two boxes of our favorite milk. “How are you doing there? Are you okay? Do you eat well?” I rubbed the tomb gently. “Wait for me,” I whispered.  
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Tale Of The Half-Blood Wizard

The owl did not say anything but flew low to the table, looking at me in confusion.

"Hello," I was a bit awkward to say hi to him. He looked back at me, shocking so much and moved a few steps backward, and looked at Hana as if I was a creature he never saw before in his life, 'Give me a break! I am not an alien came to the earth, why are you looking at me that way?!' my thought was a bit irritated.

"I never leave this library. I spend my whole time studying all books here. I have ever heard there was a man who could do that. But that was long time ago. I never thought I would finally meet one of them right now," That owl spoke long speech. It was obvious he was nervous.

I smiled to his explanation and I preferred to speak in my heart, 'Okay! I am not an alien then. I am one of ancient animals. So, I am one T-Rex that suddenly comes to his library to borrow some books. Hahaha,'

45. Journey to the Palace