Snippet #2187782

Connor was slowly coming out of the depressed, angry feeling he had aquired because of these people trying to relate to him. They could never hope to relate to him nor would they ever be able to comprehend the hell he has gone through. He thought about his mother again and how he thought this was all his fault. If he had never been born she wouldn't have tried to teach him about Earth magic and she wouldn't have been hung in the square as her only son watched in fear and horror.

He looked up, his face still coated in partial frost and then stood up and knocked the elf aside. His strength had doubled and always did when he was angry. He kicked the wall it cracking and vine pulling back which spurted his axe, the instincts he needed were back as he turned to the elf, rage and anger clear in his voice. "Leave me alone." he said then walked out with the weapon over his shoulder as if he had killed the creature.

He looked over and saw the woman and Meredith in combat but ignored them. He then saw the wind mage who thought he knew what made him that way. He stared him in the eyes and spoke with pure rage and darkness in his voice. "Go to Hell you sick son of a bitch." he then walked away from the cave hoping to get away from the madness of these idiots.