The Dolorosa holds her stomach with her left hand, she also limps as the two walk. The child looks up at his injured mother, feeling sorry for what had happened to her. What must it feel like? To be beaten? Mocked? Followed? His thoughts turned to looking at her as a strong woman. How can she be that strong? Even with all that has happened to her, she never complains. The child begins thinking on how his life might turn out to be. He ponders on why the highbloods what him so much. Was it because of the color of his blood? The red blood? The color of a mutant? He then begins to think on how he could be as strong as his mother. He then begins on thinking of ways that things could be different on Alternia. He glances up at his mother.
"Mommy, can . . ." he pauses, hesitating, "Can I hold your hand, please?"
The Dolorosa looks down at the young, growing troll. She smiles.
"Of course you can, Kankri." She calmly says, holding out her hand for his.
The child cautiously takes his mother's hand.
So strong, he thought, even with all that has happened, she is able to have a smile on her face?
Through the trees, came a rattling noise.
"Did you hear that, mommy?" the child asked.
The Dolorosa stops suddenly and looks down at the child.
"It's alright," she says, calmly, "they aren't going to find you."
The two continued to walk. The child looks around the forest area where they walked. He knew he heard something. Soon the child sees a small person in front of them.
"Mommy!" he goes and hides behind the Dolorosa's right leg.
The troll walks up to them. She was in black with an olive green trim around it; her long wavy hair covered most of her back, her olive green eyes shined.
"He's cute!" She says.
The Dolorosa puts her hand on her son's right shoulder.
"It's alright," The Dolorosa says calmly.
"She's scary . . ." The child says
"You're cute." The young female troll says.
"And you must be The Huntress," Dolorosa pauses, "Meulin Leijon."
"Yep!" she pauses, "That's me!"
"It's alright, my son," Dolorosa pauses, looking down at the shaking child, "she won't hurt you. Say hello."
The child hides his face in the Dolorosa's dress.
"Is he shy?" Disciple asks.
"He hasn't met another lowblood like us before." Dolorosa tells her.
"Oh, the highbloods." Disciple hisses.
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"Looks like you are traveling," Disciple pauses, "follow me to my cave where I live."
"What about your lusus?" Dolorosa asks, remembering the cat lusus who took the small grub, who probably is now the Disciple.
"She passed on."
"You're on your own?"
"Yep, just me."
"Then we will come with." Dolorosa looks down at the child.
"Mommy . . ." He says.
"Don't worry," Dolorosa pauses kneeling down to his level, "you will get used to her."
The child smiles. He looked into her jade eyes with his red eyes. The Dolorosa smiles back at her son, she slowly stands back up, and takes the child's hand again.
"Follow me!" Disciple exclaims.
The Dolorosa and the child slowly walk behind the huntress. The child takes one glance at her.
Another lowblood, he thought, just like me.
He smiles a little.
I know what I have to do now, he thought to himself, I will teach what others believe in. Dreams. Love. Friendship. Blood is just blood. We are all equal. I will teach what others have been dreaming for so long! Before the highbloods took over Alternia. Even now, I will teach what others want.
The child was lost in his own thoughts.
My life will be happy, he thought to himself yet again, I just know it will.