Chapter 1: sacrifices

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Keiji's POV:

"You can't possibly go through with this Keira!" I shout out, angry that my sister still wants to go through this even though she knows she'll be killed. It was unfair, "What do you want me to do keiji? If I don't then it will be another girl instead of me!" She lets out staring back at me sadly from the reflection of the mirror, as she continued her makeup

"I won't allow this!" I exclaimed she rolls her eyes standing up, "What would father say?! What would our mother say!" I question glaring at her, she simply looks down sadly. "Their dead, what they say doesn't matter anymore." She lets out. I clenched my jaw leaving the room, slamming the door behind me, I couldn't believe her!

How could she let the villagers walk all over her like this?! Soon night came, tonight was the night it'd happen she'd be offered as a sacrifice to the beast living deep within the woods, the same beast that slayed our village people and that slayed our only parents leaving us to defend ourselves as orphans.

I walked into our small but cozy house, the village women surrounding my sister. They put makeup on her, then put her hair up. I clenched my fist. Turning around walking to her bedroom, where the red dress had hanged up on a hook on the cream colored wall. I looked down, what if it wasn't her that was sacrificed. Before I could think properly I Grabbed the dress running out of her room and then out the back door, hopefully unseen by my sister and the rest of the girls.

It was my duty as her older brother to protect my little sister. I ran outside, behind a huge oak tree stripping away my clothes quickly before my sister and the village people learned of what i had planned, me, myself had no idea what I even planned but anything would be better as long as my little sister was able to continue on with her life, I quickly slid the long traditional red dress on ignoring the way my body chilled. I and my sister were identical twins. My sister had longer hair than me of course but my hair had been longer than the other boys in the village

My mother always told me how beautiful my hair was so i could never bring myself to cut it, so i stored it in a bun most of the time. I let my hair down looking down at my reflection in the river.

I sighed trying to fix my unruly hair as well as I could to make myself look more presentable, I wouldn't be as pretty as my little sister but I'd be able to trick the beast in the woods, I had heard stories of what happened to the women who were scaficed as brides over the years

They were all found dead, there clothes not removed and intact. It was like that monster had killed them as soon as they stepped deep inside the forest which gave me confidence that I'd be killed before the thing can really find out of who i really was.

It still wasn't any easier to walk straight into your death, but at least i could save my sister from what awaited her deep in the forest.

A/n: do you guys prefer third point view or POVs?

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