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*Liz would be curled up in a ball in a corner of the castle she lived in, the castle was cold and she was low on energy to start a fire to provide her warmth, she had only just discovered she could control flames. Her hair was curled slightly and was a ebony black colour, she was pale and skinny, she was like a porcelain doll, both of her eyes were a blue colour, very beautiful indeed. she was rather small 5 ft 7, She wore a black dress which gave her very little warmth. She was just staring into space at a wall, her aura was dark but also very light, signalling that she was very timid and kind, also fragile but she held a blood lusted monster and had a thing for getting herself in danger. She smelt like passionfruit and peony. The castle was dimly litted and nearly empty in some rooms, apart from a bed, dresser and a desk. The throne room had nothing but a throne, rose petals and two statues. Liz would shake from the cold and rubbed her arms trying to provide more warmth.*

It was a blizzard outside and Zhoralel was stuck in it. Trekking through the snow he had lost sight of the path he was on prior to the blizzard. Before he knew it he stood in front of the lonely castle the only shelter he would find. its doors where rotting away and frozen stiff the hinges where covered in ice and rust. The stones themselves were cracked and ice hanged down from the roof. Putting both hands on the doors to push them open, ice cracked off them as he muscled it open. In he stepped, but now the doors was even harder to close. In a foreign tongue Zhoralel spoke, "Kepia duma, fal tro'ce casius." his voice echoed through the halls of the castle as he finally closed the doors. Turning around to look at where he was he saw a light coming through a door, and began to walk toward it. When he finally reached the door, he knocked on it gently three times.