"Excuse me," I heard the deep German accent behind me. I turned to him. He was standing there, meekly like, holding his tail with his two, three-fingered hands. I smiled and I went back to face the forest.
I remember when he was a baby. He was so small, with soft blue fur. I can see now the fur is gone, but the blue skin remains. I was in love the moment I held him in my arms, I didn't care what he looked like, in fact that's one of the reasons I loved him so much.
"They say you can imitate anyone, even their voices," he stated.
"Even their voices," I repeated back to him wit his voice. I didn't think that he would end up with a German accent, or an acrobat in the Munich circus. I thought he had died.
I wanted to keep him, I did. He was my son, my first born, but the mob was so close and the way he looked…maybe I did care what he looked like. If I didn't I probably wouldn't have thrown him over the waterfall.
When I repeated what he said, he looked a tad shocked. He had my yellow eyes and obviously the blue skin.
He recovered himself. "Then why not stay in disguise all the time? You know, look like everyone else."
I had tried that once. When I was pregnant with him, it didn't work. I still had to hide somewhere else.
I turned to look at him. My child, my son, who looked as odd as I did, even a little more. The dark blue skin, pointed ears, fangs, misshapen fingers, and the long pointed tail. He looked like a little demon. That's what the crowed was chanting at me as I ran.
Everyday I wished he had come out normal. Pale skin, dark hair, green eyes I wouldn't have had to do what I did.
"Because we shouldn't have to," I walked away.