Father Ysha nodded, and opened a drawer on his desk. He took out a dagger, and used it to cut open the palm of his right hand. The blood dripped over the knife blade, as Father Ysha closed his eyes. After a few moments of silence, the blood on the dagger blade vanished, replaced by flames.
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[color=006d5b]"I'm Matilda Taylor."[/color] Matilda replied.