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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

Winnter stopped in front of the ruins of an old building outside the outskirts of the city. We had been walking far from the settlement, no lights but the moonlight shone dimly over us.

"It is in there," Winnter said, pointing at the entrance of that building. Aspherical boulder the size of an aeroplane was carved by human hands thousands of years ago forming a majestic building like a palace was now left dark and quiet ruins inside it.

"This voice?" I walked slowly towards where the voice sounded faint but still audible in my ears.

In the darkness inside the ruins, Aras stood amidst the thousands of animals. It stood there as if it was the centre of them. The melody coming out from the horns made me peaceful. I sat at the back and enjoyed the show. Meanwhile, Winnter was doing the same as me. We were both lulled by the music coming from the horns.

105. A dead End