--Sticks and Stones--
Plop. Plop. One by one, the child tossed small pebbles into the small pond in front of him. The silky silver ears that were perched on top of his head twitched slightly in the cold, and he pulled a too-large robe tighter around his shoulders. Words not easily forgotten swirled around him, echoing through his mind.
Dirty half-breed... A bad omen... He'll hurt us, and our children... Needs to be destroyed... Crime against nature...
Swiping back some forbidden tears, the boy continued to stare down at the water. He was stronger than this, he had to be- if only he could forget.