10billion years ago a Goddess seeked revenge on Humans for their abuse to her. a Goddess of light and life giving darkness for their foul abuse. every 10 years a sacrifice over 18 years of age must be given for their sins. a sacrifice of foul blood...
Nobody has been chosen this year... Yesterday the village leaders announced the sacrifice had not been chosen as there was a different offering...
Not like they would tell me anyways, I just overheard before I was told to "fuck off, disgusting child" and spat at. Today is a day I fear, I'm hiding behind houses because I just know they will try and sacrifice me. My life is a burden on these people. When my mother died I was told I would be next.
I know my fate is to die but I don't want to die, not yet. There is so much to see in this world, I can't die yet. I retreat to the small makeshift house I have in the woods. Not too far out because that's the Demons domain.
Its just me in this big lonely world, one day I hope to escape this village and explore this world. Find someone to love me, have a family.
It starts to get darker, darker... Lanterns go on but I keep mine off. I won't take any risks, I can't have them find me. I can see the slab from where I am. Barely but I can see it, they are preparing for the sacrifice... They are praying.
I can feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. My breaths shortening. My head spinning... That's when I see them, I start to run further into the forest. They had come for me, they want me dead. I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to...
I trip, face planting the floor and that moment of clumsiness allows them to catch me, their grip is tight on my leg. It hurts.
"PLEASE STOP, I DON'T WANT TO DIE. MERCY PLEASE MERCY, I HAVE NEVER SINNED I CAN'T DIE I BEG OF YOU PLEASE" I'm wailing as I beg and beg but I'm ignored. My hands gripping onto any nearby object, I managed to hold myself in place until my hand was whipped. Leaving a throbbing stinging feeling. My hands are lifted, I'm suspended in air.
"Send her back to hell" "Go back to where you belong" "Die" They are all chanting at me as the take the through the village. I'm crying and trying to get free but it's no use...
"PLEASE, I NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG" I don't want to die, not today, not like this. I'm thrown into the stone slab, my back clicking as it hits it. Blood drips from my forehead as I try to gain my footing. "Please, I don't want to die" I whimper but no mercy is being shown. My hair is pulled to force me on top of the slab, my legs being held down.
"Xiaphela, we give you this cursed child."
Darkness Pure emptyness.
But then light, my eyes flutter open to a beautiful white room. Pillars built high with a massive throne, i look so short compared to it. Then I notice the people, people everywhere. Pure white eyes, they must be about 10 feet tall... I'm only 5"7 I look like a child compared to them. I feel myself crying but I'm too petrified to move.
A tall woman approaches me. "You poor dear, how old are you?" The tall woman asks me...
"19, I'm 19" She looks confused.
"19, you seem so young I thought you were 3" The woman says astonished then she squints her big glowing white eyes. "My goodness, your not even an angel... Y-your human" She steps back in shock.
"The goddess is present" A man calls out and everyone around me does a deep bow/curtsy. The woman who spoke to me is the only person even remotely close to me.
There she is, long pitch black hair like mine. She has golden eyes unlike everyone else, she has a beautiful white robe.
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. Her robe is decorated with golden Jewelry. It drags on the floor as she walks. She sits down and everyone stands, I scramble to my feet and run towards her, I hear the gasps around me but I don't care I run until I reach her feet.
"What is this, who is this... Whose baby is this?" Her voice is a lot gentler than I thought it would be... She sounds like my mother.
"Your Highness, she is a human. She speaks out of turn an-" a voice behind me calls out. I feel myself being lifted. I never thought I would be held in a goddess's arms, so warm.
"Poor girl, draw a bath. Get someone to sew her some clothes." Xiaphela speaks as her hand gently wipes my tears. She is looking down at me with a soft smile, she smells sweet. I'm so small in her arms its like when I was young. Maybe it's not too bad here...
