The sky was dark, as black as squid ink discoloring the somber blue of a deep ocean. Pinpricks of light should have hung upon the mantle of night, yet where the familiar pattern of the constellations once stretched infinitely outwards there was nothing. Not a flicker of light or a sliver of the sacred moon peeked through the veiled ether. Only the rumble of an angry deity preparing to send its heavenly fire raining from the sky could be heard. The gods were angry.
Guilt was only emotion plaguing the mind of the chosen one: a wild beauty whose selfishness had brought about the wrath of the elemental lords. Had the sacrifice been completed the gods would have been appeased. The great prophecy would not be coming to pass and her people would not be doomed to perish upon the enraged body of the celestials. Had she stepped into the fire when she still could, her people would be saved. Now she huddled under the bow of a weeping tree, a miserable bundle of furs and skin, framed against the blackness of the sky by the fitful strike of lightning.
The rains did not come slowly but rather with a deafening roar the sky split open and let fall the tears of all of her people. The young woman did not want to stand but she could not stay, she could not face the remainder of her tribe after what her thoughtless actions had let pass, and so, forced to her weary feet by shame and misery she drew her tiger-skin tight around her, bowed her head and began to walk.
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She Who Wanders
AdventureThalia, daughter of the chief and living amongst a rather advanced tribe is cast out after she slips out so as to avoid being the latest offering to the gods. Upon her escape a terrible thunderstorm breaks out over her village. Guilt ridden and comp...
