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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 is kept in the City Hall," Winnter replied. "In Sofis, the centre of wizards."  She then continued her search.

"Isn't that dangerous? How can someone play it?" I was looking at her, who was focusing on scrolling her tablet screen.

"Only the king that knew the melody. It is not just whistling it," Winnter explained further.

I did not know if someone would be able to kill only by melody. It sounded so horrifying. I could not imagine how to face such a threat if I had to oppose that man. "Aras and collector?" I had not really caught the point of Winnter's explanation, "What do they have something to do with all of this?"

"Aras may be hunting them, the collectors." Winnter stared at me. "I still have no way a collector is being hunted. I guess one of the victims was someone closely related with that creature." She added.

102. The Other Mirien