Gordon Strorm watched from the height of the large staircase, staring intently at his parents speak with each other. He’d always had a fulfilling life, being the first born son of Elias Strorm and the heir to Waknuk. Even as a young four year old, he knew what his life was going to be like and had a remarkable understanding about the things around him. Everything was perfect, until today. As he kept his head low and tried to listen in on the conversation between his parents, his younger brother Joseph began stumbling down the hallway.

“Shhhhhh!” he said quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Joseph was only a year old, so trying to get him to be quiet was a bit of a challenge. He tripped and fell on top of Gordon, giggling uncontrollably. …show more content…
He’s no son of mine, he’s a deviant! He is nothing but blasphemous and I will not allow this kind of treachery in my home!” came the frustrated, but hushed voice of Elias Strorm. His face was turning red, anger taking over his features as his frail wife protested against his accusations.

“He’s the same as any other little boy! It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t think so, but he’s my son and I love him with all my heart.” She said quickly, tears forming in her eyes. She had already given up so much for her husband, but she wouldn’t give up her son. Never in a million years.

Gordon was surprised and confused at his father’s harsh words. Deviant? Weren’t those the kind of people he didn’t like? How come Gordon was one? He sat up and looked at his own body up and down. Nothing seemed wrong, if anything he was better than normal since his limbs were longer than everyone else’s. Gordon looked at Joseph's arms and legs, noticing their length. They did seem to be shorter than his, but maybe he’d grow into them. Gordon didn’t feel like a deviant at …show more content…
His voice was small and shaky, fearing the answer that his mother would give him.
“No Gordon, of course not. Your father is just a bit upset over something I told him,” she said, using a slow and soothing tone. She was trying her best to stay calm, Gordon didn’t need to feel worried or scared. She knew that she’d have to do everything in her power to keep him safe, and hiding him was the only option she had. Only one place came to mind.

“Gordon, would you like to go somewhere with me? I promise it’ll be fun!” she said excitedly. Gordon was confused at the high pitch of her voice and forced expression. Nevertheless, he was curious and went along with it. He held his mother’s warm hand and followed her out the back door to the field. Suddenly she began pulling a little harder and began walking faster. Soon enough, a small shed was in view over the hill. She quickly picked up her son and went inside.

Gordon looked around at the weathered planks of wood built into the walls, noticing a few chairs and basket covered with a plaid cloth. As his mother set him down, he examined the shed, finally resting his gaze on his