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Jooheon walked up to the fire and threw wood into it. He grabbed a glass of porridge between the sticks and held it over the flames. "So fine. Maybe I'm a guard, and what?" "I don't know how long you've been a guardian, but do you know what a flower can do? Blue Fire is-""WHAT?" Jooheon rolled his eyes. Changkyun blinked in surprise. "Well, Blue Fire. That's the flower.""Blue Fire? Where did you get that from?""Well in our old village it was called that and... what do you call it?" Jooheon shrugged his shoulder. "Flower. Or Blue Flower. Sometimes a bright Blue Flower." Changkyun put on a poisoned expression. "Very poetic." "Hey! I am the keeper of the flower. I am supposed to take care of the flower and protect it, not write poems to it." "Okay, okay." Changkyun raised his hands defensively. "For us, it was the Blue Fire."…

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Jooheon podišiel k ohňu a prihodil doň drevo. Pohárik s kašovinou chytil medzi paličky a pridržal ho nad plameňmi. ,,Tak fajn. Možno som strážca a čo?" ,,Neviem ako dlho si už strážcom, ale vieš čo všetko kvet dokáže? Modrý oheň je-",,ČO?" Jooheon vyvalil oči. Changkyun prekvapene zažmurkal. ,,No, Modrý oheň. To je ten kvet.",,Modrý oheň? To máš odkiaľ?",,No predsa v našej starej dedine ho tak volali a... ako to voláš ty?" Jooheon mykol plecom. ,,Kvet. Alebo modrý kvet. Niekedy žiarivý modrý kvet." Changkyun nasadil otrávený výraz. ,,Veľmi poetické." ,,Hej! Ja som strážca kvetu. Mám sa o kvet starať a chrániť ho, nie mu písať básničky." ,,Dobre, dobre." Changkyun obranne zdvihol ruky. ,,U nás to bol Modrý oheň."…