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“Run!” The cry was followed by the appearance of a small sand vortex beside me. I knew that it was the Manjis. I wanted to follow their words, but my legs seemed to freeze on the spot.


“Tha, Run!!” This time, they shouted at me. However, just like before, my legs were unable to move. I asked myself what was going on right now, but I couldn't find the answer.


I gasped again when the strains of the song sounded from my cell phone. An incoming call. 'Tha, where are you?' Mala's voice sounded so panicked.


“In front of a shop. I was asked by my friend to take her to buy paper” My words were dumbfounded and reflected confusion. 


'Run out of that place!’ Mala screamed from the other end. 'Fast!' Both asked me to leave this place immediately.  Hastily I took my bicycle and pedaled quickly.


Just a few strokes away from the building, I looked back and found one of Manji standing in front of the shop, a bow in his hand. A clump of sand flew low beside me, who was pedaling my bicycle. The sand slowly formed a dove which then flew ahead of me. The Manjis seemed to be asking me to follow the dove.


Now, this place was like a maze. I still remember when we came down from the main road earlier, we only had to go into the alley and walk straight until we arrived. However, right now, even until eight o'clock at night, I couldn't get out of this place yet. Dark and tired, I forced myself to continue pedaling my bicycle, following the dove that was now slowly glowing in flames, helping me a little to see in the dark. 

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"Forty years ago, there was a mass death of half-blood people. Those who initially looked healthy in the morning suddenly died in the afternoon. Even the best healing wizard abilities are incapable of healing them, as their spells simply do not work against what they are. Today, the creature is in the border forest of the village where I live, " I said.

The surprised expression couldn't hide Azalea, and I saw it. "How did you know that?!"I gasped when he asked in a raised tone.


"I won't tell you."I looked at the pair of eyes now looking at me intently, which were always able to give off an aura of intimidation. "I came here because I feared the same thing would happen again. I don't know where to go because I'm a half-blood. There are so many bad things that could happen to me if it were to happen again."

Some time passed with silence. Azalea and I looked at each other with our minds until I finally decided to leave the room, but she forbade me.

"I'll ask you again, who told you this?!"Azalea seems very angry. Maybe this is why Antonie forbade me to tell the truth because he knew that the woman would be this angry.


"Sorry, I can't tell you."I showed an expression of regret. "He was the one who saved me so that I can be here now."


"Antonie?!"I was just silent when Azalea mentioned that name. "Am I right?!" under his piercing gaze, I seemed hypnotized and nodded my head.

"Only he knows that none of the Wizards are capable of healing them," I thought. I would find another rage, which Azalea would show after hearing that Antonie was still alive, even though that man had also helped me come to this place. However, I was wrong. I just saw the woman's expression. "So you're here to run?."

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The Half-Blood Wizard: Thief Of Time

 I guess they were the ones that knew and they told everyone about it. If that is what really happened, they had known the 'resurrection' of that creature, right?


We tried to make jams from apples that Ane picked up from the garden today. She taught me how to make it based on the recipe from her mother. Ane's family had a bakery and sometimes made jams to be sold. Some servants helped her peel the apples, one big basket of overripe apples. I didn't help much, just took out baskets of the apple skin for the horses.


We used a huge crock to make it. The apples were chopped down into small pieces, put into the crock, and added little water. The overripe apples were easy to get soft so that they were easy to blend only with some stirs. Ane used a big stirrer like an oar for that huge crock. 


58. The Little Soldiers