"You are ever to kind Jisela. I have had a long time to practise on them. Drawing is my way of expressing." Krosan replied, surprised by the help he got from Jisela.
"That might explain this." Jisela said while looking fixed on a paper.
It showed a drawing of a woman. But she did not look like one in a weird way. She had her arms, but they where not attached to her body. She was reaching for a baby. But the baby seemed to be blown away by the wind. Krosan saw the drawing and quickly took it from her hands. He stuffed in his bag and Jisela looked surprised by this. He had taken the drawing from him briskly. She just helped him with the other drawings. One of them pictured the same baby, killing an Orc. This man had some real bad memories, that was for sure. Jisela gave the last papers to the man and Krosan stood up. Jisela suddenly blinked a couple of times. Had she seen correctly? Was the man crying?
What she did not know was that Krosan was indeed crying. His mother had been killed in an Orc raid. He had witnessed her being burned in their cabin. He had found the Orc. He hunted the beast down and killed him with his bare hands. The monster begged for mercy as he choked, all Krosan saw was his mother burning in front of his eyes. Her arms reaching for Krosan, but he was only a boy and too young to help him. It always was his weakness. And he hated the Orcs more than anything.
[ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]
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