She ran down the dark corridor trying to keep her breath as steady as possible without passing out. She cradled him in her arms cafeful not to let his head slip. She looked down; the violet blanket she had quickly wrapped around him was falling as she ran.
She looked to her left and saw herself running her eyes - matching the color of the blanket that held the baby - full of fear and uncertainty. Her blonde curls were alost as perfect as always, and were shaking as violently as her body. The mirror ended that she had been watching herself in, and so did the corridor.
She looked around for any sign of an escape. She saw a small light on the wall and jerked her head around, looking for it's source. She found a small opening and hurried to make it bigger. She put the baby down, and fixed the blanket careful as to not make him cry. She tore at the crumbling stone wall making the hole bigger, and bigger, until she knew she would fit. She quickly picked up the baby she was protecting and crawled through the hole.
The cold winter's air bit at her face as she began to run again. Everything looked so peaceful even though she knew it shouldn't. It didn't match the mood she was in now. She looked to the sky and saw the moon as stationary as ever and sighed with relief. She looked back down to the baby in her arms and saw that his eyes were now open. How could this little baby change such an imparative future? She could see her reflection in the violet that was so like her own. She felt the curiosity that was in his eyes boring through her. He didn't understand this anymore than she did.
"He can't be allowed to live." That was the first thing that the doctors had said to her when he was born.
"Why?" She had demanded holding her baby closer to her chest.
"You know boys can't be trusted with the sight." he said with finality.
She looked back once more to her son and couldn't understand why they thought he was dangerous."You'll know someday." she whispered, although she wasn't sure if he could hear her over the wind.
She ran undtil she got to the river. It's rushing rapids were familiar to her. She had always played by the river as a little girl and now looked to it with disguts, knowing it was going to take her baby away to an unknown land. There by the shore she saw a wooden boat. She looked inside and saw that it was dry enough. She gently placed the boy under one of the seats and took a peice of paper from the pocket of her dress. She placed it on his stomach.
"Good luck Marvel" she whispered in his ear and stepped away from the boat. She untied the rope that held it to shore and pushed it into the river. She watched until she could see the boat no more, then ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
She manuvered her way through the thick twins of trees and found a spot that seemed good enough. There was moss covering the forest floor. It's pattern was interuppted buy a large rock that was just right for what she needed to do. She tore a peice of her dress off and carefully aranged it underneath the rock. She ran back to the rivers edge waiting for the men. She prapared herself for the end that she knew was surely coming.
Right on time two men came out of the distance. They wore black robes and both had light brown hair. Once they reached her they slowed and the one on the right spoke to her.
"Where is he?" he snarled at her in a scratchy voice.
"Under a rock in the woods!" She cried in her high pitched tone.
"Go get him." the same one yelled to the other. He ran into the woods and wasn\'t back for at least five minutes. When he finally did step out of the woods he held in his hand the part of her dress she had torn off.
"It was a trick!" he yelled back to the man.
"You tell us where he is now." he whispered to her in a threatening tone. She did not answer but flashed him a brilliant smile and let herself fall back into the river behind her never to be seen by them again.
