I was walking. I wasn't really aiming to go anywhere my only real purpose was to survive. I walked out to the dock, munching on some bread I had managed to steal. I sat down staring out at the waves. Someone ran past me and sat down a few meters from where I was. she let out a sigh her face filled with worry. It took me a moment to realize I was staring. Then I realized she was like me, a half-breed.
"Hi, is, uh, something... wrong?" I asked looking at her. I think she had noticed my staring. The way she looked at said it. I tried to smile at her but I wasn't in too good of a mood and it came out as more of a grimace. I sighed, frustrated with the world and wondered of this rumour of a place where we could live peacefully. Harmony the word floated into my mind. I wish! How could there be anywhere in this damned world where half-breeds could actually live without be persecuted? Ah well, least the thought of it is nice I thought to myself. A sound brought me back to reality and I found myself being stared at by the worried woman. I 'spose that's what you get for daydreaming.

Okay I know this isn't very long but I'm learning how this world works pro