Stone Cold

2

The first day is always the most exciting. In the first village no one knows who you are, but then they see the glow. They begin gossip and it spreads like wildfire. By the fifth village i visit they immediately know who I am. Flowers are usually thrown my way but i do get the occasional rock targeted at my head. However, this is only what usually happens. This time it is different, way different. As soon as i step into that first village guards grab me and drag me underground.
“What in the name of Porangi are you doing?” I spat.
“We are by order of the Rangatira. We were sent to escort you.” They held me arms firmly behind my back.
“You’re taking me to the Ruma Toroana!” They were silent.

I make it hard on them and i don't walk at all, i let my feet drag in the sand. Guards open a large wooden door and throw me inside. I wearly look around, wondering where they have left me. I crawl up to some bars that acted like a windows. I could see into a room. People talking about gods know what. I couldn't understand this new language. I listen, trying to figure out what this language resembles. I surprisingly only know two languages: english, the god's tounge , and bits of the demon's tongue. The language  of the gods was what my village spoke before i became immortal. But this seems so familiar, however, i can't understand it.
“E tatou te tahuti ore.” One of the guards says to the mysterious voice in the room. I could only see the guard in the small room. I pause, my mouth gets dry,  my blood runs cold, my face drains of color. Did he say Tahuti ore? I know what language they're speaking. The demons have me or, more commonly known as the Rewera. They have been after me ever since i became immortal. They believe that in taking my heart they can absorb my immortality and become the dominant species. I survey my surroundings, trying to find a way out. Wonderful, i let random guards take me into an underground cell that only has bars for window and they're looking into other rooms anyway. I rest my hand on the door, over the years i’ve acquired many different powers from witches i've killed, the lock is only a padlock on the outside. I pull the pistol from my boot which was thankfully hidden underneath my dress. I held the muzzle of the gun on the other side of the door directly behind the lock. If i calculated correctly then from the moment they hear the gunshot i have around 7 minutes to get out of here.

Ruma Toroana: throne room
Porangi: a "god"
Rangatira: a king/ leader