Karo
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- Joined
- Mar 21, 2009
Anyone unfamiliar with the town would see the feasts and events of the day as a celebration. Friends and family gathered to share meals, one of the grandest of the year, and exchange stories and pleasantries.
It was a strange custom for what was really more of a funeral than anything.
The tradition had started only several years before, when news of a dragon taking up residence nearby reached them. The first year had been a scramble, dragging a young woman from her family to be offered to the beast. Without so much as a farewell, the last the town saw of her was the city militiamen dragging her out to the woods to meet her fate.
They were more prepared the next year. As the seasons grew colder, summer lazily coming to an end, they sent yet another to the wilds, never to be seen again.
Tess fidgeted with the slice of bread on her plate. Food wasn't really what she wanted to be thinking about right now, the rest of the meal sitting untouched in front of her. Even after the town council had announced her name the previous week, none of this felt real. Not until tonight, until the feast, and until she caught the mournful eye of her father every time she glanced up to him.
Conversations flew past, her only response usually a smile and a nod. What she wouldn't give for just a few more days.
The sun began to fall far too soon. As the light changed to a dull golden glow, two of the town's militia motioned to her. It was time.
She nodded, adjusted the loose braid that kept her chestnut locks away from her face, and stood to follow them. She did everything to keep her head up, and to keep the rest of the gathered townsfolk to see that her hands shook, and it took every ounce of strength to keep her jaw from quivering. This was some sort of honor, after all, her sacrifice ensuring another safe year for her friends and loved ones.
A sullen silence fell between the trio as they made their way out of the village, and near the entrance to the dragon's lair. A pair of trees served as the sacrificial altar, and the two men strapped Tess's wrists in place with heavy ropes to ensure she wouldn't run once they had left.
"Gods be with ye," one of them muttered as he pat her shoulder, neither saying another word to her as they turned to make the trek back to the village.
She shivered at the slight breeze that passed by. Night fell quickly this time of year, and with that, the various predators that lurked outside of the village would be out in force. She closed her eyes tightly, every sound from behind her potentially the warning of her demise. If the dragon didn't end her, she had no doubt that the wolves or whatever else stalked the wilds would make an easy meal of her.
It was a strange custom for what was really more of a funeral than anything.
The tradition had started only several years before, when news of a dragon taking up residence nearby reached them. The first year had been a scramble, dragging a young woman from her family to be offered to the beast. Without so much as a farewell, the last the town saw of her was the city militiamen dragging her out to the woods to meet her fate.
They were more prepared the next year. As the seasons grew colder, summer lazily coming to an end, they sent yet another to the wilds, never to be seen again.
Tess fidgeted with the slice of bread on her plate. Food wasn't really what she wanted to be thinking about right now, the rest of the meal sitting untouched in front of her. Even after the town council had announced her name the previous week, none of this felt real. Not until tonight, until the feast, and until she caught the mournful eye of her father every time she glanced up to him.
Conversations flew past, her only response usually a smile and a nod. What she wouldn't give for just a few more days.
The sun began to fall far too soon. As the light changed to a dull golden glow, two of the town's militia motioned to her. It was time.
She nodded, adjusted the loose braid that kept her chestnut locks away from her face, and stood to follow them. She did everything to keep her head up, and to keep the rest of the gathered townsfolk to see that her hands shook, and it took every ounce of strength to keep her jaw from quivering. This was some sort of honor, after all, her sacrifice ensuring another safe year for her friends and loved ones.
A sullen silence fell between the trio as they made their way out of the village, and near the entrance to the dragon's lair. A pair of trees served as the sacrificial altar, and the two men strapped Tess's wrists in place with heavy ropes to ensure she wouldn't run once they had left.
"Gods be with ye," one of them muttered as he pat her shoulder, neither saying another word to her as they turned to make the trek back to the village.
She shivered at the slight breeze that passed by. Night fell quickly this time of year, and with that, the various predators that lurked outside of the village would be out in force. She closed her eyes tightly, every sound from behind her potentially the warning of her demise. If the dragon didn't end her, she had no doubt that the wolves or whatever else stalked the wilds would make an easy meal of her.