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LaBelle stumbled into the Skara Brae healers, her arms torn and bleeding. She wiped her tearing eyes to her shoulder sleeve as the healer approached... ”Milady...” His eyes wide, his voice soft and his touch gentle as he guided her to the most near chair. “My sweet Lady...” he crooned. Reaching for a small cloth to wipe her tears away, he then motioned for his assistant. The younger man of healing looked to her, and nodded, then hurried to a closet to gather the supplies to bandage her arms.

The Paladin woman sat beside herself, disheveled at best to describe, as the healers worked closely over her to tend the wounds. After they had dressed her arms with several layers of cloth, a warm tea was brought to her. The wise healer, whose gentle touch and soothing voice had calmed her, slid a chair and sat, knee to knee with her. Placing his thumb beneath her chin, he spoke again, looking to her swollen eyes, “Who did this to you child?” Her eyes met his a moment, then averted to the floor. He lifted more sternly upward beneath her chin, “Tell me child, who did this to you?” She spoke, not lifting her gaze to meet his, “It was an Orc Father...” The healer released her and sat back with a deep sigh. He looked to her bound arms, and shook his head...”You did not defend yourself milady...” Her eyes lifting to meet his, “No father, I did not.”

For long has she kept this, the secret in her life. LaBelle sat before this kind and gentle healing man, whose eyes questioned her actions this night. Painfully she moved her arms to wrap ‘round her womb. She turned her gaze from his, and began to weep silently. She spoke no more to him. After a time he moved from her, to tend those things that healers do. Sometime later she retreated to her home, the night had grown dark, she moved from each floor with a lighting stick setting a flame to the lantern’s hanging about. Resting on the steps leading to the sleeping area, her sobs might have been heard by passerby’s, but in such remoteness where she dwelled, none heard her cry’s.

A child was she when the Orc raided the town, she remembered this night how they tore into her small body day after day. Snatching the small life from her, some months later, half their own.

LaBelle rested her head between her knees and fell asleep there on the steps, a sleep full of pain like none other, for the child she had not known. She dreamed of the Orc who attacked her in Skara, but his face was distorted, and resembled both human and Orc.