The Revers Guild

Eight

Hazel woke up in a courtyard shaped like a wreath. In front of the small garden, he saw the ruins of a school already covered in dark green moss. Hazel who was still confused by her current situation, tried to understand her situation, but she only saw rocks lined up neatly along the way to school. Hazel sat down to confirm something about her existence.

‘Could He still be in times?

But one word made him turn his gaze to a twenty -year -old woman.

"Hazel Dealova? ... Is that really you? ..." A question from a face with a very pretty and graceful nose stick.

The frames of the glasses sculpt the beauty of the eyes. Her black hair was loose with a reddish stain covering her shoulders. Hazel was not very familiar with women dressed in white and light blue. Just as far as his still soft voice reminded me of a friend sitting with him on the roof of the school.

"I'm sorry, who are you? ... How do you know my name? ..."

The woman ran drowning, as the bouquet of flowers she had brought fell. Hazel looked at the girl with a confused look. He wiped away the tears that fell from his eyes. He slowly approached Hazel and held her face and suddenly he hugged Hazel while crying.

"Thank God ... Thank God ... This is you ..."

In the midst of tears, the woman tried to whisper the words.

"I miss you ... I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..." In a sad tone, he tried to say something Hazel didn't understand. There might be a reason why he could be his focus now.

Ah ... well ... It's okay now ... I'm here with you ... "Hazel said and hugged her back while stroking her beautiful hair.

"Don't be sad anymore ... Now calm down ... Hmm ... We'd better discuss this somewhere until you feel better ..."

"Good"

The woman took a deep breath and wiped away the tears. She tried to calm herself as Hazel held her shoulder. Even though he is older, his behavior is not much different from someone his age. Hazel led him to the side of the driveway from the flower garden area earlier. The road seemed to be made of fine sand and was not much different from the road in general, but Hazel was speechless when looking at some of the houses here that she had never seen before.

"Hmm ... Do you know a good place? ..."

"Oh ... sorry ... I think I'm here ... Follow me ..."

The girl didn't look sad anymore.

Haze barely knows this place, but there are a few places he still remembers, just like when he was a kid. The woman took Hazel's hand and dragged her down the street until she stopped at a house. He inserted the key and opened the door. Hazel thinks this house decorated with plants is hers. The terrace of the house is so beautiful with some vines up to the roof of the house.

"Come in ..." The woman invited Hazek into her house.

"All right ..."

He entered while looking at the state of the house. There are several storefronts that face outwards and are filled with bottles filled with colorful liquids. Apparently this woman was a seller of certain medicines or potions, judging from the amount of goods and brass with the stove. He told me to sit on a bench that was brown and smelled like lavender. "