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Inside, it seemed dusty and dark. All was as it had been before, just more dusty. The painting on the wall, abstract silvers and blues - that had been done by Kaz's mother, a skilled artist. The rug on the floor, deep greens and browns, was also her work. Yes, all was the same as before... except the large silver sword in the middle of the room. Its edge was covered with dried blood...
Kaz stared at it. Mother would not like that here, she always kept a tidy house. I remember how she used to make both Father and me put everything in exactly the right place... But she is dead! She is dead, she is not coming back, why am I even here? I might as well be dead as well! Kaz was gripped by a bleak rage. She grasped the sword and, cutting her hand, hurled it across the room. It hit the wall, leaving a crack. I am no longer the one I once was... why try to act as Kazara? She no longer exists... In fury, Kaz grasped a knife lying on the table. It had a simple yet elegant blue-inlaid handle. Ruthlessly gripping her long night-black tresses in one hand, Kaz chopped her hair off just above the shoulder. She let it drop onto the floor and shook her head. It feels so much lighter...
Feeling her last tie to her parents severed, Kaz sat down leadenly. Something clinked in the pocket of the cloak. She put her hand inside and drew out a bottle. It was filled with a smokey-purple liquid. She could almost hear a dead man's voice... And this is a liquid taken from the nightshade, a poisonous plant. It is colourless, tasteless, and will kill a healthy human man within minutes. I would strongly advise you do not drink it. And I laughed. Yes, I laughed. But I am not laughing now. How could I forsee it would come to this? Forgive me, Master... Kaz held the bottle in her hands, turning it over and over. Her gaze was riveted on it. Her eyes were completely colourless now, tears gathering in the corners...
OOC: Now would be a good time
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