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Conrad

Kluke went away, like everyone else. Now I was alone with her. I looked down at her gently. She was beautiful as always. But I would never again see the twinkle in her eyes that I was so fond of.
I vowed to be strong. But I had to say goodbye.
I tenderly stroked her cheek, then I kissed her forehead.
I love you, I thought.
Then I opened my arms for her. It was time for her, after all these years to finally return home. It was a short-term decision, but I had to go to her home village anyway, just as I had promised her.
"I'll take you home.", I whispered to her, "You will be back after a long time where the people live you love."
When I came back to camp, I looked into five partly tearful, partly rigid faces.
"It's time for her to come home." I said gently.
Giro nodded blankly "That ... that would be the best. "

A week later we were standing on top of a huge cliff and looking down on a small, peaceful village. It had not been easy to come here, the village was not far out of the way, but it had been quite a distance, even when we rode on the shadows of the children.
"So this is their village?" Shu said. We avoided her name as often as possible. We just were not ready to talk much about her, but her death had hit us too. Giro had not spoken a word since then. I suspected – among all the kids - it was the worst for him . For him she had almost been something like a big sister.
"Yes." I said, "We have talked about times in Gibral, where we come from, where they were not very happy about this subject, but this is their village according to the map."
The village was small and peaceful. It was market day and people ran bustles. Between them children romped around and chasing or playing with marbles.
We walked slowly through the mass of people, I was Zola, she was wrapped in a white cloth and her face was covered, nobody could really see that we carried around a dead woman. We had done our best to prevent that it was starting ... well ... what just happens to the dead. And it almost looked like I was wearing a rug or something which was wrapped in white cloth.
Finally I sent Kluke to ask someone where Zola's family lived, or at least the rest of it. If her mother had not died, she probably had to be here.
"Excuse me," asked Kluke a young woman, "I have got a question."
"Yes? What can I do for you, "asked the woman, she was carrying a basket full of apples.
"We are looking for the family of a friend, they grew up here. Her name is ... "Kluke hesitated" Zola. "
I did what I could, so I would not bend. To listen to this name when it was pronounced almost did not hurt more than to think only of her. Her warm smile that she sometimes gave me ...
"Zola ... oh, Zola. I remember. Then you look for Yana-san. She lives over there in the white house, there at the edge of the village. You will know it when you are there. "said the woman, smiling at Kluke.
We thanked her and I did what I could, so one did not notice that I carried a human, as we marched through the village.
In fact, the house was not to be missed, and we remained on the porch – a little unsure.
That was probably the hardest part of our journey. Tell her mother that her daughter was dead.
I went to the side so I was not immediately seen before I came around the corner.

Shu

I just wanted to knock when the door burst open. A young woman standing in front of me, she had dark brown, medium length hair and green eyes. She did not look as if she was particularly old, maybe she was seventeen years old. That could not be her mother ... right?
The girl looked at us appraisingly "Yes?", she asked coolly.
Hesitantly, I asked: "Hi. Are you .. Yana? "
She sighed, "Mother! There's someone here for you ", then she just went out, passed between us and disappeared into the village.
I watched her. Mother? It was .. Zola's sister? She had a sister?
Another woman came to the door and I stopped while I was staring at her. The woman had snow-white hair, like Zola and light blue eyes. Her eyes, however, were darker compared to those of her daughter. But it was undoubtedly her mother.
Besides me, the other frozen.
"Hello." She greeted us mildly, but frankly puzzled, "What can I do for you?"
I swallowed. That was the worst. I knew what I had to do now, but my throat tightened. This load crushed me internally. Why did I tell her?
"Hello ..." I stammered, "I ... we ... I ... "I sighed,"I can not ... "
The woman looked at me questioningly, "Yes?"
I took a deep breath and said quickly, before I could change it back to me differently. "It's about your daughter"
The woman raised an eyebrow, "What? Zaya? What has she been up to this time? "
I stopped. Zaya? That had to be Zola's sister.
"Um, no ..." I stammered affected "I mean ... not this daughter. "
Yana's eyes were huge, "What? You mean ... you want to say ... you know Zola? "
I bowed my head, "It is like this..."
But the woman was quite jittery If "pure yet! Come in! Friends of my daughters are always welcome. Where is she? "
"I ... I want ... damn, "I tore myself together as good as it was why had I to do that? "I'm sorry ..."
The smile froze Yanas "What? What happened? "
Conrad was now facing "Unfortunately we have some bad news."
Yana staring at him - scared, "What ... what are you carrying there? ... "her voice broke," Oh no ... this cannot ... Please do not let it be ... "
"Maybe you should sit down." Kluke said softly, but she had tears in her eyes again.
Yana went slowly back into the house, her hand over her mouth and tears came into her eyes, "No ... it cannot be ... "
Conrad bowed his head "I'm really very sorry.", His voice trembling, "I thought it was the right decision to bring her home."
Yana took down her hand "That's probably ... I ... please ... outside in the shed is a sort of .. please ... I cannot just yet ... even if I would have to ... "
Conrad nodded and I watched how he, Mannomaro Banks went to the shed.
"Maybe you should sit down." Kluke repeated carefully and cautiously stepped into the house.
Zola's mother nodded and let Kluke lead her into the kitchen.
"I ... 'll be right there, okay? " Bouquet wept softly and ran.
I followed Kluke and Yana in the kitchen. Before I got there, Kluke came to meet me, "I have to go out to the fresh air."
Zola's mother sat in the kitchen, leaning against one of the cabinets on the floor and wept. Tears ran down her cheeks as her face was contorted with pain. But I knew it was not a physical pain. The pain was in her heart. I knew that it was delivered. Today it felt hollow. It was not as if Zola had meant everything to me, but she was an important person and everything we did, reminded me painfully of her. But how must that feel for her own mother? I could not imagine it.
At that moment the girl we had met before entered the kitchen through the back door. Zola's sister Zaya, with a young man .
Zaya looked at her mother and walked slowly toward her.
"Mom," she asked softly.
The mother shook her head.
"Is it because of Zola," Zaya said softly and insistently and as her mother nodded, she got up with a gloomy face, "If I ever find her, I bring her to ..."
She mumbled so quietly that the mother could not hear it, but I had heard it very well. And I did not like it. Not a bit.
I stepped forward, "You'll probably not be able to."
Her head flew around and she looked at me "The boy from before ... how do you mean that? "
"She's dead," I said, and it nearly tore me apart, when I said it. The wounds in our hearts were still too fresh.
The man winced, "What? That cannot be." He said," Who are you to say that? "
I lowered my head, "I do not pretend, I was there. And we have brought her home. I am Shu and I have been on the road with her for a long time. We were companions ... ... who are you? "
"Zola's old friend. Gin. "
Zaya looked at me stunned, "That's not true ...", then she turned to her mother, "Oh, Mom, you have to ... in. .. "
She knelt down beside her mother Yana and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Mom." She murmured, and then it was not really clear to meif she was really at all, after all, she was her sister. She made a face, but I was sure that she did it only at the suffering of her mother.
Gin came over to me, "You said ..." as he uttered the following words, his voice was shrill "... Had ye ... back here ... "
I nodded, "You want to see her?"
Zola's old friend nodded slowly.