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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 boat took me away slowly. I saw Zie kept waving even though we were quite far away. Charon sang a happy song although I did not really understand the lyrics at all. I felt so happy to hear it. Slowly a thin mist began to cover the scene around me and Zie was gone behind the mist.

"Charon," I called him, "What happens if you take me down the river the other way around?" I asked curiously. The direction we were heading was the opposite of the direction of the boat he guided the previous night.

"You would go to meet Kerberos and you would not go back unless you were reborn or reincarnated," He replied, "Kerberos take good care of that place. He doesn't allow the number of spirits in that place to change." He added further.

I did not answer when faintly I heard Mickey's voice. I sharpened my eyes to see if he was nearby. White. Everything around me slowly disappeared and the voice became clearer and louder.

92. The River [2]