Everyone looked at the jar with amazement. As soon as me and Blaze came back, everyone wouldn’t stop asking question of what happened or who is the magician of colours. Some laughed when I told them that he is thousand years old who looked like a kid. Even me is still curious on how that kid manage to keep himself young. Of course it is magic, duh?!
“Do you think those flames inside are your soul’s color?” Jen asked. I stared at the jar. I am not really sure if it is my soul or some else’s. But, if it was my soul, does it mean I am neither good nor evil? And that my death is near? I am really confused now. Why did that kid never explained anything?
“I don’t know.” I answered honestly.
“What does he mean about the seventh dawn?” My father asked suddenly. That’s my second question!
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