Dee Hardge

The Child of Harmony

The wetness of the mud I was sitting in had seeped into my worn shorts. I looked up at the wooden grate covering the hole I was trapped in, trying to grasp any warmth the shards of sunlight provided. They were going to kill me soon, I was sure. I had been trapped in this hole for three days. But why? Why were they so afraid of me? I looked down at my blue veins in the sunlight. My tainted blood, of course. That is why I had to die so I wouldn't taint anyone else.