An Offering To The Stars

Two years ago, the soldiers came for every woman between the ages of eighteen and thirty. Isla Stevens would've done anything to avoid the fate they offered, the fate they dictated. So she ran. From the soldiers, from her family, from the only life she'd known.

So for the past two years, her life has been nothing but survival. Narrowly escaping her pursuers at every turn, but she can only run for so long. When the soldiers came for her under the blanket of night, and caught her vulnerable - sleeping as all must do. She was taken, roughly - with actions that speak of their anger, their humiliation from the long chase.

She knows what comes next, the future she never wished for herself. She never planned on being an offering, nothing but an object to be gifted in the governements mutually benificial agreenment with the creatures of Graěch.

But she will fight at every turn, she will not be a pretty little gift, she will be their reckoning - wrapped in a pretty little bow.