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Cloud Misting

~Prologue~

She knew They were coming for them. Coming to collect. Coming to take him. Coming to take her baby away from her like They did the last time. The first thing she noticed was that his hazel eyes was turning into a dark green. The second was that his deep chestnut colored hair was getting honey blonde highlights. Then she noticed the change in some of the other children around the small town.

Brown to blue eyes, blonde to platinum hair. At least six other children had shown the signs of `Cloud Misting'. No one really suspected anything unusual. The changes were always subtle and slow at first, and then they happen rapidly. Their hair color would change from one extreme to the other, same with the eyes, or they would hold one color in between the other two. She would have over looked her child's appearance, the subtleness of the colors, but when he ran into her arms and she gazed into his always beautifully colored hazel-brown eyes she was confronted with a chilling realization. His eyes are turning a deep green… and… his… his… hair… oh god… not again…

She panicked at first until her unconscious squeeze on the boy's arms made him whimper in pain. He didn't know what she was so upset about or why he had to pack all of his possessions in such haste. But he did as he was bid. She had never done anything like this before, her always being one to settle with everything that came her way, never fighting with decisions made by others when she didn't like their choices. So now it was not out of panic or hurt he packed his things, only curious.

She was in the kitchen grabbing assortments of foods, water bottles, canned goods, and the like, putting them into a shoulder bag when he finished his own packing and went in search for her.

He'd known her for his whole short seven years of life on this earth. He watched as she continued to shove things into the shoulder bag, not realizing that he was in the doorway watching her. Her dark brown hair fell over one small shoulder. She had put her hair in a lose bun, but it was now coming out in her haste to pack. She had a light tan, not as dark as his own, she never really went outside other than to take him to the small park down the street or run errands. She was slim but strong. She was young and beautiful, graceful with all her movements. He looked up to her. She always took care of him. She sung to him at nights when his nightmares would not leave him be, she cuddled him, made him feel loved and wanted.

He didn't know what he would do if he never got to wake up to the smell of her meso soup, her loving smile, her light kisses on his checks, her bright doe eyes, her laughing smile. Her. He walked up behind her and wrapped his small arms around as much of her legs as he could. She stilled in her movements and turned around in his hold to kneel down in front of him. Her eyes were sad, bright with unshed tears. She knew she wouldn't be able to run forever. She would only have a few weeks, maybe a month before They found them gone from their home. Then it would take a few days later for them to be found.

He was all she had left. Everyone else died or was taken by Them. She leaned down and wrapped her slim arms around him, enveloping him in a warm embrace. He rested his head on her shoulder as he felt the wetness start on his check. He wasn't crying so that only left her. He didn't see any reason to cry, but he let her be as the hold on him tightened. He gripped onto her blouse trying not to cry also. He hated it when she cried. She never let him see, but he could always hear her from down the hall in his room at nights.

"Mamma… mamma don' bay sab…" He told her in his childish voice that choked on the last word. He closed his eyes as they started to fill with tears. He would not cry. Not when she needed him. But all he could do was clutch at her blouse tighter and bury his head deeper in the juncture of shoulder and neck.

She then started running a long fingered hand through his soft wavy hair. Her crying had stopped now. "It's okay," She whispered as she pulled away and wiped the last of her tears away. She then stood and began packing the last of the supplies.

He then watched her as she picked up the shoulder bag, along with his once she reached the doorway, and headed for the front door. He silently followed trying to rub away the stray tears that fell. He hated when she was sad. He hated leaving his home with out knowing why. But he didn't say anything about her decisions. He just followed like a good little boy should.