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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

It did not take long for the screaming to finally stop, and it went quiet again. My eyes did not move from the prison hole, afraid that they might show up from the hole and attack us, or the Manji's, who also did not come back.

I walked closer to the mouth of the prison hole, peeking at what was under there. The Manji stood on the cage, one of them carrying a sword, the other was holding a bow and was about to shoot her arrow. But I could not see clearly what was in there. I just felt they were ready for something.

I turned to my father, who was getting scared, walked toward him with the dagger pointed straight to his face. "What exactly are you after?" I said firmly. He did not reply to me.

81. Thief!