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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

This was the reason why Summer was placed here by her father so that her internal organs would not rot quickly and she would be calmer. There was strong life energy in this place, just like Winnter once told.

Aras was already there when we arrived. He sat in front of Summer's gate, playing a very soft melody.

"Aras is here?" Naar knew about it too apparently. It was clear from his question and his facial expression that seemed so surprised. Even so, he might not be able to see the creature with the horn, even if he sat next to it.

"When Aras rages, a lot of people die suddenly, but we know it was his doing," Naar said, while the melody was still playing softly, caressing his eardrums. "When he was angry, he could play the melody of death, whoever heard it would immediately die in the place with blood coming out of their eyes, mouth, and nose. Some said that actually, it was the melody that directly damaged all the nerves of someone who heard it."

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