Chill's Relay

The last offering

20 years ! It took me 20 years to make it this far. It is not that I never knew the risk behind. As seen in this 24 years every success had marked a loss of most priceless thing which was lost for the eternity. I know the possibilities of dreadful curse may become a part of my plate . It's just bad that I could never turn from start. I had already painted my hands and there was no backing out. Similarly like our ancestors a word spoken should be fulfilled , that to which was announced all over through the alleyways. To be honest I can only yell inside a cool masquerade concealing the every ounce of true emotions .

Nevertheless, I took the spear mumbled one last word before the future unravel everything. It was," I am the cause and let me be the last to be this". A sacrifice for my bloodline .

I ran with the spear swinging backward whilst stepping on soft sand until the boundary, where I left my tight clutch and let it flow. I saw a tint of happiness in others face , to be exact, screams ,while I sweat fully. I saw my big brother one last time, one of ten thousand. I looked towards Ima a long stare, she had it all in her face held by her bestfriend and I felt two hands on my shoulder . My mother and my best man Irka . They had a mixed facial pain , the pain I saw in my brother when he was backing from this post. The expression mixed with regret, pain forcing a smile which was not really content. I could feel it.

The Spear!

It pierced next to the current place holder. I was welcomed by warm applause. I am not anymore a amateur to be unknown to their reactions. They are singing hymns for me , but I see some happy about my victory. The same thing which led to me to this stage .

I screamed in pain to them. This is not a victory , this is the so called brave persons final praise before being slaughtered. Are they gonna find it crazy just like me? I feel my chest rip apart but I screamed , this is not , I am not the winner , but the victim.

Please... I know it would actually take even more and more slaughter to finally mark it's end. Let my be the last one and this last generation to bear this inhumane torture.

As madness started to overpower me and as I fall to knees I felt being picked up by men singing victory songs whilst hiding the truth.

Now I will know where my father ended up. I saw a place with hundreds Skelton on such a position as if they were suffocated to death.

I drifted to the past. I visioned myself on my mother's lap. It was raining ,only where I sat . Now I know the reason of raining, it was that tear of loved one as the farewell to the victim. I thought it was heaven showering me with blessings but now I know it was my half world grieving silently on my head for the other protective side.

It was last time my mother talked. I was mesmerized by the physique of my father. The most handsome stunning one of my whole life. I saw people roaring madly for him today I know it was thankfulness, sadness , grievance, a roar of relief everyone having their on stories for their roar that they are safe till next time. I saw the colleagues were in relief when my father won now I know they were thankful and was knowing that their best man will be their bait from death from craziness. I can see the happiness them. Now I know probably my son will be their next offering if I won't be able to overpower craziness and step out . I kept him at home but I knew for once when I saw my wife's tongue being cut away that it will be our son next .

I now know why mother was always kept away from me by aunts having sons in their home and making the girls illiterate so that they can't ever save their son even if they warn it would be in vain because she'll be tormented. I wish that I could save the one I married, my son , atleast I know my daughter will fulfill my wish .

I can't guess how long I was tortured but it sure was to core. It showed me how they slit my mother's tongue and how they tortured her. Now I know I am leaded to the main pain my families future. I can't see my daughter but my wife and close onse crying for my son on a wretched day like this again. Why can't they be left alone. I can't see ,how wife will be treated after this.

I can't see anymore, please I begged I felt as if someone put spice I my eyes. I tried to clear it but nothing worked , now, it's my father who's being tortured. I can see flames from his body. I can see his healthy body deteriorating skinier and skinier .

No ! he is struggling and stumbling in pain pacing forth and back on floor his skin rearing up, blood oozing down and I see my face in his eyes. I cry to stop and it stopped within five seconds from the skin being shredding down as he continues to crumbling on. I can see the flesh now and it takes the heck out of my life. His heart being getting tight,tighter tighter and tighter until his bones are seen crumbling and then his heart bursts out and I screamed with all my might. Please no, please no and he suddenly stopped I lept infront but was thrown back I leapt again and it made me freak out. Something was exiting I can feel the aura surrounding me. Oh God I tried to run but to no avail then I said with all the might if you dare let my son know this and boom there he was running towards me. I don't want him to know how much I have gone through but that doesn't appeal . I started having the aura comt. Now I know why her body was covered with bruises. I remember now why she was covered in red, it was not drama it was her blood. I don't want to let it pass so I tried to say to my son when I tried I remembered father telling all this. I actually knew it at about 15 when I was married to Ima now I know why there was a swipe/ switch of bride she was also one like me used with disguise of love. Now what can we do. I clearly remembered the day she gave birth to our daughter I scored the highest and farthest place. If I acted like I was crippled, Yes I tried that's when aunt's son my elder brother came to see me and begged for mercy. I gave up myself because of the memory of aunt helping us whilst she was manipulating. I hate myself to be fooled up like this. I could have done. I screamed again I wish my daughter Know it'll by the diary because I know you are just making a fool of me it's illusion just like you did to my father right. I wailed in pain I felt spice covering up I feel myself tighting finally bursting out but not before I mumble" daughter please don't it anymore reign, let no one else be offered, Please read the diary and follow it it'll be at first idiotic but I believe in you"

I remember how I read a diary of my father but it was too late but not this time. I saw myself looking at shattered body rotting doen . It's already gone. I am healthy and no more pain or marks I felt a warm hands. I finally hugged my dad and said "Dad mine will be last our daughter will end it"

Now I hugged him tight and used to visit Ivra in dreams helping her.
Today I saw her being winner though she disguised as her brother and her brother her as she. I saw my family smiling not now but soon inof because our daughter will defeat.

I bid my final good bye surprisingly me and dad could hug our family again. Ivra is wounded Lioness, the ruler of nation. A last hug to her with my father and we left for a peaceful afterlife with pride of having Ivra as our bloodline!