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Gasping in a breath the man's stomach turned. Spinning he grabbed a sheet of cloth that was slung over a bed post and flung it over the child. Staggering to a small table he leaned on it and gasped for breath as he reached for a cross that hung from his neck.
"An Abomination." The words were a gasp. He knelt down and began to pray.
The other two men came rushing into the room, seeing the woman laying dead on the bed and the man praying on his knees, they moved to the woman.
"No." One man touched her cold hand. The other turned away, to the man on the floor.
"Where's the child?" The man didn't answer. Leaning to him he placed his hands on his shoulders. As if awaking from a dream the praying man snapped back.
"Where is the child!?" He asked again. Shaking, the man with the cross pointed to the cloth on the ground.
Seeing it, the man whent to grab it from the floor.
"S..S..Something is terribly wrong." Shuddering the man began to pray again. Carefully the other man gently lifted the cloth up by a corner. A look of surprise came to his face, pausing he reached down and picked the baby up. It's eyes no longer glowed blue and were gently open, gazing at nothing. It squirmed in the cold air that nipped at it's bright blue skin. Other than the color of it's skin it was a normal child. It gave a small sqwuak, and the man that held it, realizing that it must be cold, took the cloth and wrapped it carefully.
The man that was with the woman turned to them. A sad look in his eyes.
"Our brother's wife is dead. We must find him as soon as we can, to tell him this unfortunate news." He looked at the sleeping child. "There is an evil air tonight. We must rid ourselves of this demon, tonight."
The man holding the child shrank back. "But it is only a baby, what could he do to us." He looked at the child. "He is normal in every way but for his skin.."
"His eyes, you should have seen it's eyes." The man that had been praying stammered from where he sat. "They saw me, followed me with them. It was watching me." The three men looked at eachother, trying to think of what to do.
Finally the man next to the woman, moved to the baby. "We must cast it into the river, and forget that it ever entered into this world."
The man holding the child looked down and saw it as it slept. Shaking his head he held the baby out to them. "Take it, I will have no part in this. If this is not a demon, and we are condemmed by Alries the godess of justice, I myself will avenge his death upon you and then end my own life." With that he moved to the woman and turned his back to them.
Holding the child in his arms the other man exited from the hut, followed by the wary man with the cross. They ran down a path through the trees, splashing through the rain as it drenched their clothing. They finally came to the bridge and stopped halfway, holding it by the cloth he held it over the water. He paused and looked at the other man, thinking about what he was about to do.
"Pray that this won't return to haunt our souls." With that he let go and watched as the bundle fell to the icy cold surface of the water, and with a soft splash, disapeared into it's deapths.
"May God have mercy on us."
To be continued...

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Dreams that disturbe you when you sleep,
and haunt you when you are awake.
Make up a mirror of who and what you are,
spiritually.


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