The Pack's Elements

22. Sins and Sacrifice's

Misty's POV

Ever imagine what death is?

Do you ever play yourself in a scenario in which you die?
And wonder what other people will think?

Some can only hope it will never happen.
While others wish it will.

Well.. How do I put this..

Ever listen to those legends in which the hero dies and come back to life.

I never really lived for those cheesy pieces of paper.
They are more than stupid pieces of scrap that are supposed to give people a sense of hope or justice..

But ever thought what the hero was really thinking during the time when he came back or died?

Ever thought what he really wanted?

What his desires and guilty pleasures were, or were they just pure?

Pfft...

Pure.

I believe nothing in this vast land or world is pure.

We are all cursed with some sort of darkness.

For example sins.

Ever hear of the seven deadly sins?

That god forbid was 'pure' evil.

The sin of wrath.

The sin of lust.

The sin of envy.

The sin of gluttony.

The sin of pride.

The sin of sloth.

and the sin of greed.

At least all of us have part of them in us..

So in reality we all sinned.

Even the purest of heroes.

But something caught my attention and me being the kind of person who craves for knowledge I needed to find the truth. 

So I read through many ancient books some that caught my liking.

One thing that doesn't fall into the category of sins is..

Sacrifice.

If we are sacrificed to a god..

It's not considered a sin.

Because people take no pride in sacrificing its a cowardly thing, there's no love to sacrifices, no greediness, no laziness, no anger, no envy for the sacrifice as the person walks away not giving them a second glance.

Glancing at the books my hands clenched.

Every thought what the sacrifice thought?

Ever thought what they felt.

It was for the good or better? Wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

So why..

Why do I feel wrath?

I was an older sister of two younger sisters. I lived with my grandma. We had no father nor mother.

All their names blank in my mind.

Like a wave of hazy that hits you when you wake up in the morning.

Their faces were vivid.

They have hair much like mine. Our green eyes reflecting one another.

My younger sister and me were pure bloods, same blood.

But our middle sister.

She was something else..
Her eyes had more light, her skin fair, her hair lighter.

We were happy.

But I don't remember what happened.

My memories are vivid.

One day I remember waking up in a dark abyss, my body burning in pain.

And my mind craving for an Unnamed eternal darkness.

I was then welcome by a women, her appearance was unusual, her eyes a dark black, red blotches staining her dress, something about her was a dark kind of beautiful.

After that I turned out to serve her. She was a Queen.

She gave me a new title as Achlys, In Greek mythology, Achlys (Greek language: Ἀχλύς "mist") was, according to some ancient cosmogonies, the eternal Night (perhaps the Mist of Death, which fell before the eyes preceding death), and the first created being which existed even before Chaos. She was the personification of misery and sadness..

Without a second thought I fell in love with it. And then for my name I was called Misty.

But.

That wasn't my real name.

Nor will it ever be..

But the real question is who am I?

I was a sacrifice.

My death was nothing but meaningless.

So for my sin.

I live in eternal darkness serving a Queen, and creating a King.

My mind is screaming for help to end this pain and misery. But I don't understand why?

Same with Tye's, we were pulled into something that we never wanted to happen.

Why us?

I just want to go home.

But is there a home to go back too?

My sisters.. I want to remember them..

"I am a daughter of a monster and a sister of an angel..." Is the only quote I can remember.

I just want someone to tell me was my sacrifice worth something?

Cause I can't remember.

Preston, Lachlan, Rob, Mitch, Jerome, Vikk..

Please help us.

Help me!