Reincarnation! Menel could scarcely believe the boon she was about to receive. She had heard stories of people returning from the dead. Most of them were intended as tales to scare children into obedience, but some were inspirational stories of those whose deeds were so grand that they were granted a chance to complete their tasks. Menel did not consider herself anywhere near their exalted status, yet how could she refuse such a gift? She was getting a second chance. A chance to continue her life and see her life’s work to completion, whatever it may turn out to be. A chance to redeem herself both in her own eyes and in the eyes of her deity. Most importantly, a chance to return to the most important person in her life… Reincarnation. Not resurrection. Reincarnation! She would be reborn. As a baby. A little girl who would have to grow up. All those years. How old would he be then? Fifty? Sixty? And her family? Her friends? Would any remember or recognise her? Would she, herself, remember? Could she not be resurrected instead? No. A firm, resounding, “No.” She could not bring herself to ask why. It seemed pointless as no answer would be forthcoming. Reincarnation…. Menel looked at her god once more. He looked so benevolent, so full of hope, so full of that warm, everlasting light. How could he be so cruel? No, it was not cruelty. There had to be a reason. Something he could not divulge. She looked at him, pleading him to find another way. There was no other. This was the only way. She had to go back. Her part had yet to be played. Another assignment for art class. I've had the story in my head for a while, but didn't feel ready to draw the image. Until, of course, the teacher said to draw a strong emotion. Incidentally, Menel did not always have green hair; she got that after being reincarnated.Another part of her story may be found at Enraged Menel.Pastels on A4 black paper.