What a nostalgic dream.

That happened to me when I was 16 years old. So long ago that I forgot how that young man looked. I wonder why that memory came into my dream.

No.that's not the thing I should think about. I should wake up this weary body of mine..

I soon notice a small clock hanging up on the wall. There was still a little time before sunrise.

"Even though Bradley warned me that the hallway is filled with demons and vampires, I think they must be sleeping because they can't withstand light."

I quietly approach the door and listen out into the hall. Nothing. No sound at all.

Even that bastard, Bradley might not be up right now.

I tried my best to gather the power of courage and slowly turn it into magic. But it was too weak for the lock.

Just then the smell of red roses started to fill the air.

"I can help you," said the unknown voice.

"Who are you?" I said to this new person. The man was wearing clothes suiting the image of a wizard. He had a wand in his hand.

"I can help you open the lock and get you out,” he added, ignoring my question. He cast a peculiar magic spell and I heard the sound of the lock opening. I gently pushed the door to open. But I’m suspicious of this wizard now.

I turned back to him to thank him or just ask who he was. But in a split second, he was not there in the room.

He just went away like that!? 

I thought while having a shocked expression. 

He helped me get out of the room but had he really helped me? Before I could debate the deeds of a stranger, I thought it better to get out of the place and find my way to Libra.

Without making any sound, I creeped out of the room, walking cautiously down the hall.

Oh shit-