Zach looked around and his eyes stopped on a couple. One was dressed as a warrior, welding a sword in his hand. He tried to look carefully at his face but it was dark and light kept on changing because of the fairies. "Have I seen him before?" His brows knit.
"Whom?" Miley peeped from behind him.
"N-No one." Zach's eyes went on the scar on the warrior's face that ran across his nose and cheeks parallel to his eyes. His hair was long and tied in a ponytail with a band and a chopstick putting it in its place. His composure was calm as the depth of oceans and his eyes were sharp as blades. His eyes met Zach's and Zach averted his eyes.
"Why don't you say something?" The one with the warrior said and Zach heard it. The voice matched with the one he had heard seconds ago.
"Hmm." Zach heard
