{A Nejiten gods and goddesses au
A Nejiten Bride of the water god au}
With her village plagued by drought and her family's lives on the line a seemingly impossible choice becomes a lot easier for Tenten to make.
Sacrificing herself, her dreams and h...
[Hey everyone sorry this chapter was late. I didn't have any data and my wifi access at varsity is accessible because of the lockdown...so I rely on my own data to post chapters─that's why I've been offline for the past week.
To make up for it I've posted an extra chapter. However due to a test I have on Tuesday and two assignments I have due on Friday I'm postponing this week's chapter. Till hopefully midweek next week or for the latest the following weekend.
Also can every revote for previous chapters the votes aren't loading even though I'm getting notifications on my feed...]
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Tenten's last day alive was nothing like she had thought it would be.
In all honesty she didn't know what she had expected─what she had wanted. However is most certainly wasn't this...
In the traditional sense she had always supposed she would die old, surrounded by her loved ones─her husband, children and grandchildren perhaps.
In her own dreams she supposed she would have died young─not this young. She would die on the battlefield─fighting for something she believed in. Something she cherished, someone she cherished. Her life would matter─matter truly matter, she had never thought she'd be a pawn like this. She had never thought she die alone in body, mind and spirit.
The routine was as normal, despite this being her last full day at the temple.
She would die tonight. Die for the village's beliefs and superstitions. Were they merely superstitions and beliefs though? This had been the only thing on Tenten's mind last night. She'd barely gotten any sleep after seeing the mark etched into her skin yesterday. It sickened her─her acting as a brand off sorts. At the same time it piqued her interest─what was it exactly? Where had it come from and what was its purpose other than marking her as the month's tribute.
Tenten had breakfast with the priestess as per usual but this morning was different. The woman had a far off look in her eyes as Tenten served her tea.
The woman hadn't even scolded Tenten for spilling a few drops on the white tablecloth as she usually had.
Tenten ate finished in silence; and sat in complete silence once she had finished.
The rambunctious girl had sat still for a total of twelve minutes before she grew irritated.
"So are we just going to sit here the whole day? Are you finally feeling guilty for sending fifteen girls to their unnecessary deaths? And for what, for what? For some frivolous superstition!" Tenten had, had enough.
She'd had enough of bottling up her emotions of, of hiding her frustration, of acting as if this arrangement hadn't bothered her.
"It's not not mere superstition..." was all the woman dared to say.
