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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

"I am focusing on that woman's promise over Zie's safety so that no wizards can target him due to that immortality spell. That simple thing can keep me strong. I will do everything for her as long as she keeps her promise," to be honest, I felt like I had sold my soul to that woman for Zie's safety. I had no other ideas to make him safe and we were not hunted anymore.

Azalea had said that hunting Zie was no use, but not with my father and some groups of wizards. They were still hunting him.

When we arrived, I saw Hanna was standing in front of the gate, it seemed she was waiting for me. She waved at me, and I waved back in return even though it was not esasy with my hand holding on to my suitcase handle.

"Hana," I held her tight like someone who was afraid to lose," It feels ages we did not meet," I really did not understand my emotion that I really missed those who took care of me here.

58. Recollection