Mixed Blood

Preface

The anger in their eyes had not scared me as much as their fear had. The intense mix showed me that the would stop at nothing until the threat was eliminated. Nothing scared a human more than what they could not understand.

I turned, running through the trees once more, my path lit by the moon even as my mobs' was lit by torches. Two years ago I had left my people to live among my love's clan. And when I had, I had left all of mine behind.

I ha traded jewels for wooden beads - though intricately carved. I had traded gowns for pants, embroidery for weapons and silk slippers for leather boots. All of which sped my running. With the added time of learning to hunt, fight and sprint, all but the most athletic of my fearing followers would be unable to keep up.

But I was doomed, for there was no way out. Ahead of me lay another village, full of people willing to kill the "threat". I could not run as fast as need be to escape with the bundle in my arms being held tightly against my heart.

So when I neared the village wall, I did not veer off. I kept running towards it.

As my heart pounded faster and faster with every step.

As my eye flooded further with every branch I brushed past.

I kept going.

But once I was close enough to feel the safety of the settlement, I could no longer hold back the floodgates, the tears poured from my eyes faster than waterfalls and I held on tightly, but in the distance I could see the flames of the torches beginning to shine through the forestry.

I turned to look at my little bundle for the last time, my little bundle of hope, and kissed his head, just below where his father's curls ended and above where my eyes starred back at me.

As I lay my son upon the ground, I prayed someone would fine him and love him like I would never be given the chance to.

when the mindless heard of anger broke through the trees I was already running, giving my son a chance before they killed him.