God's Harp-Chapter 2

Hi! Thanks for being understanding, and electing to read my 2nd chapter. This is focused on 'poor Harper', a phrase used many times in the show and fan fictions. Yes, next week is the final episode of the beloved series. It took my friends, who don't watch it or like it, a long time after I saw the 2nd to last episode, to calm me down. I'm in a very deep depressed state, but Andromeda will live on in our hearts, and through our fan fictions. Now, on to 'Poor Harper'!

Original Song lyrics in italics.

Not many kids were out. A few kids had stopped by her house, and that was fine. But she had expected a bigger turn-out.

Then, all her thoughts faded away, as she saw a small boy, maybe 10 years old, limp up her 'driveway'. He was small for his age.

It was custom on the traditional day, to dress up in a costume. Nothing fancy, because these poor kids didn't have enough for food, much less outfits.

He had a brown bag around his small frame. It was easily bigger than him, and threatened to engulf him. At the top, where his neck was, was an opening. Brimming up out of the sack, so as a ring around his neck, were bright, colorful leaves. There was dark red, bright orange, warming yellow, a few brown ones, and a few fresh green leaves. This was surprising to her. The brown leaves were the only leaves around here, if any leaves were found.

As he slowly walked up the path, leaves crackled underneath him.

"He hid the braces on his legs, at first."... "As he struggled down the driveway, it almost made me hurt."..."Will don't walk too good." Original Words

As she watched him stumble up the path, she saw him pull his sack over his frail body. He pulled it down, covering his legs. She could tell he was hiding something. but, as a strong chilly wind picked up, he let the sack come back up around his chest. She could see there was a brace of sorts around his legs. Not braces to straighten your walking, more like braces used for healings of scars.

She had heard little talk about him. His parents had died a few years back, in a riot. Someone had come to take him away, and maybe kill him, and his parents had saved him by giving up their lives for him. People in the small community in Boston, felt sorry for him, and hardly talked about him. Last she had heard about him, he had been taken by Ubers, to be their slave.

"His smile was as bright as the Agust Sun, when he looked at me." Original Words

She knew he was Seamus Harper. But when Elizabeth saw his depressed face crack into a broad half-grin, her heart melted.

"Seamus Harper." He stated, his amazing blue eyes cast down. The work of Uber owners, making slaves look down.

"Hello!" She smiled warmly at him, and she saw a sparkle ignite in his crystal clear blue eyes.

"He don't talk too good." Original Words

He was about to say something to her, but he doubled over, a pained expression covering his young face. His hands flew up to his mouth, as he coughed up a lung. She was sure he was coughing up blood, and sure enough, when he had stopped coughing, his hand drew away, covered in blood. He had been beaten,recently. That made Elizabeth's blood boil.

"He won't do the things the other kids do in the neighborhood." Original Words

"Trick or treat!" He said brightly. She offered out her bowl, full of candy and toys. He slowly, cautiously reached forward. Instead of pulling out as much as his hands would carry, as the other kids who had stopped by did, he drew one candy, and one toy. Not even, both were the smallest things in the bowl. This broke her heart.

"Here, take more, Shay." Elizabeth encouraged. He smiled reached forward and took a small handful.

"He was a boy without a father, and his mother's miracle." Original Words

She knew that his parents were looking down on him, and swelling up with pride. She had heard the stories. He had been traded around, just to be beaten and raped by each. His supposed 'best buddy', had also beat and raped him. But the boy in front of her seemed so innocent.

"I've been searchin', wonderin', thinkin', lost and lookin' all my life.I've been wounded, jaded, loved and hated. I've wrestled wrong and right."..." I've been readin', writin', prayin', fightin'. I guess I would be still, yeah! That was until I knew God's Will." Original Words

Elizabeth drew a sharp breath as she watched him hobble back down. She would never be the same. Everything that had happened to him,all the horribleness, and he still managed to look brave, and put a shinning smile on. She wouldn't be the same, because she had met 'God's Harp'.

I'm not 100 sure ALL of the words of original song, so please don't hurt me! ("...") I've also used words in different orders! Sorry!

Thanxz to PaU ZoToH ZhAaN, who corrected me on the 'Agust Sun' part. If it's still wrong, (but PaU ZoToH ZhAaN loves the song, so you think he/she knows the words), take 2 pills, and look over it. JJ! Tell me!

My character is told by, 'she', instead of in the song, 'I'. So instead of, 'I met God's Will on a Halloween Night', it's "She met God's Will on a Halloween Night.' In the song, the boy's name is implied as 'Will'. If you want me to change Elizabeth from 'she', to from her eyes (I), tell me, and I will re-write it! Do you like it through her eyes, or the writer telling the story, all knowing. I think I like it through her eyes better. Tell me what you think!