Children

He eyed the child.

Small and fragile.

"Innocent, " came a voice from far beyond him. The little girl before him turned quickly and watched.

Dark black hair flowing freely in the calm wind. Her tiny hands clenched at her too large shit. The watcher then saw it in her body. The tension followed by a whimper of fear.

"Don't fear her," came the wind again. The voice wrapped around the watcher and in return his body shook. No cold or fear gripped him, loss of his own life was expected.

But the concern for hers gripped him.

He watched her crouch down disappearing into the tall dieing grass around them. He straightened up see her just barley, shaking horribly.

"Will I see her again?" The watcher yelled. With terrified eyes, she acknowledged him. Bright blue eyes as clear as crystals watched him in fear. With a quick blick they turned blood red.

Another blink and they were blue again. He stepped back quickly.

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Musings of a mind in story mode