The morning started off like this…
The clouds overhead hung heavy with rain, every few seconds was the faint rumble of thunder as a drop of rain, first light as they fell and then in a sudden outrage there was bang! And it poured. People ran all around the streets seeking cover while some laughed and others cursed the gods for this downpour. I trudged through the rain, head bowed to avert eye contact from people, balled fist stuffed into the pockets of my black hoodie as my ear phones blasted out the song of Bezerk drowning out the world that was around me. It was soothing to ignore this world as it was only a blimp in an entire universe, yet this particular planet always caught my attention. The mortals running around, living life as if they constantly were expecting the arrival of something serendipitous and yet... There were some who constantly lived their short lives on the edge between death and living. They all amused me, their variety of personalities and ways of living made me yearn to study their every move.
I was halfway to the train station when I heard the squeals of a young child pierce through my music to enter my thoughts, I whipped my head around to see the tiny creature clutching at my leg, bright green eyes staring up at me as she giggled. I was shell-shocked as I stared into the eyes of their youngling, such beautiful creatures yet they could be so evil.
"Bianca…"
I heard the mothers' cries from a distance but it still did not distract my gaze, slowly the little one smiled up at me.
"You got pretty eyes!"
She said in a bright smile, my mouth slightly fell open, half to thank the child for the compliment and half in utter admiration for she was the first child in seven thousand years to see me, a physical being, who I really was …
I watched as the little one turn and galloped off towards her worried mother and how the mother pick it up into her arms and hung on tight, deep down a dull painful ache arose, a silent tear slid down my check to splash into a puddle. I knelt looking at my reflection in the rippled puddle, a mirror image stared back, blue eyes that shimmered slightly, dark black raven hair that blended into the hoodie apart for the one loose strand that clung to my cheek, swirls of black lines that circled around my eyes, mouth and spread, covering my face in swirls, flowing all the way down my body. Lines that looked as if they had stopped near the neckline of my hoodie but in actual fact they ran all over my body, it was tradition; it was symbolic for my kind…