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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

"Azalea told me that Antonie's strata were just one level under Mr. Yon, and two levels above that woman. Although I am not a wizard, I know it is not something to be underestimated right?" I stopped walking and saw that the young man was smiling.

"He was the only one who knew the immortality spell," He said. "He had ever been on a battlefield, either two or three times—I kind of forgot, but he always won." He added, looking proud.

"I am myself a wizard like Antonie. I've learned a lot from him. However, my illusion magic abilities are in the media," He explained, then seemed to recall something.

"The best illusion I've ever made was a painting, The Silent Paint. Unfortunately it was so dangerous that finally it was destroyed." He laughed right after saying that. I just smiled in response to him.

89. A Little Hope