Kazcan's past
She moved into the rain, the bloody knife in her grip dripping off into the ground, her tears mixing with the water of the sky. She had killed him. Unknowingly, she began to run, away from the humble hut that may have become her home. She had killed him. She tripped on one of the many roots in the surrounding forest. He was dead. She pushed herself up, leaving the knife behind, and ran on, away from the hut, away from him, away from his kind voice, calling her name..."Kazcan."
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