"Ka'er, do you remember the potion recipe the teacher taught us yesterday?"
A girl with pale purple hair walked ahead of him. She wore a fitted black wizard's robe and radiated youthful energy and beauty.
"I do. March sage, spotted gecko tail, and the juice from the roots of purple moon herbs." Karl was only fifteen then, while the girl before him was already seventeen and a little taller than he was.
"That's right. You have a very good memory." The girl turned around.
Karl no longer remembered what they said after that. The only thing that stayed with him was the girl's carefree smile beneath the dappled sunlight that day, and the faint fragrance carried on the breeze.
The girl with pale purple hair was named Luna, a lovely name said to be connected to the ancient moon.
Of all the teacher's apprentices, she had the greatest talent. She was also the person Karl had admired most back then: beautiful, knowledgeable, and occasionally fond of teasing him, the youngest apprentice, though she also went out of her way to teach him things.
The teacher had once been a powerful Wizard, but age and injury had gradually weakened him. As time went on, he taught them less and less, until they had no choice but to begin studying on their own.
Many of the teacher's apprentices began to worry about their futures, and some gradually left to seek out other Wizards to serve.
In the end, only Karl and Luna stayed by the teacher's side.
"Why haven't you left, Karl?" Luna had just washed her hair that day. Sitting by the window and enjoying the evening breeze, she suddenly asked him while he studied in the same room.
"I..." He didn't know how to answer. The truth was, the only