The darkness seemed to have a texture. I could reach out and feel it. It encompassed everything. Obscuring details and casting a shadow over the world. It was as a black cloke of a thick unforgiving material.
I used it to my advantage. I hid in the bushes to increase my invisibility. For the bundle in my arms could not be discovered. I could see their lights shining through the darkness as beacons. However these where not beacons of hope but of death. All I had to do was avoid the searching beacons and the praying eyes. All I had to do was get to the water.
I had crawled on my stomach for two hours when I heard the footsteps. I stopped dead in my tracks. A few seconds later from the cover of some low lying ferns I saw a black military styled boot. He was going to see me, I knew he was. I reached out with my mind and convinced him that I wasn't there. Thank the water that he didn't have a type three mind.
I could hear the water now. The stream must not be far off. After just a few minuted there it was. I waded in until I was waist deep, making sure not to make a noise. As I cleared a group of weeds I removed from my robe a small raft made of tree branches and strands of fish intestines to hold it together. I silently placed the bundle on the raft and placed my fingers on his head.
I gave to him all of my knowledge and an explanation of who his mother is, of who I am. I knew that he would receive this information when the time was right. Giving the raft a final push downstream I smiled. No matter what happened to me now my heritage would live on. I was so overjoyed that, as I knelt down to pray for my son's safety, I didn't hear the sound of black boots. One silent shot rung out as a small child floated down river. On a big bleu sphear with spots of green the small raft went unnoticed.