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1. Different Tribes, Virgin X Her Captor.
Every decade a girl is sacrificed to the mountain deity, who keeps our village safe. This tradition has been practiced in our village for ages and a maiden from every family of the village is to be sacrificed to keep the deity satisfied.
Since I was a kid, I had seen girls being sent away dressed in simple clothes with a fire torch in hand. They were to climb the mountain, while all the villagers waited at the foothill of the same mountain and watched the girl disappear forever.
The girls never came back and neither did the villagers go to search them.
Some say that the women who are sent up the mountain die. Some say that the deity consumes them. While others believe that the girls live happily in heaven and become angels.
All these stories seem interesting to hear until you become the sacrificial lamb.
They had chosen Felicity my sister to be the sacrifice this year, but I decided to take her place as I am older and truth be told unwanted. She at least has a chance at life and I want her to have a happy future. Have a husband and kids. Unlike me who is unmarried at twenty-and-five and considered a burden both by her parents and society.
It's sad that my parents are happy that I will no longer be an extra mouth to feed and that their beloved Felicity will live another day with them.
I love my family; I really do but the treatment I get is unbearable. So much so that I choose certain death over living one more day with them.
I wear my finest dress which isn't fine at all compared to the wardrobe my little sister has. I wear the crown made of wildflowers and twigs and leaves. I let my wavy hair down to my waist, and I apply the red tint to my cheeks and lips. Just to make me look more lively and less sick. The way I feel deep in my stomach.
I look almost like a bride, almost.
No man in this village or the other wanted to court me let alone marry me. Just because I was a pale, red-haired, and blue-eyed girl who stood out like a sour thumb, in this tan-skinned tribe of ours.
The darker you are the prettier you are was the mantra of our tribe and I wasn't dark, so I wanted pretty.
My parents always wondered how I was born to them, how a sickly-looking child was born to them. Sure, the gods were angry at them and gave them me as a punishment.
But now I was no longer going to be here, to be seen by the tribe's people and whisper about me. I was being sacrificed and I would never show my face again to the world.
That night my parents handed me the dimly lit torch and sent me on my way.
Usually, the family of the sacrificed girl, cry, wail and curse the mountain god for taking away their precious daughters. But there were no cries heard after my departure. No one even shed a single tear or tried to stop me.
The way up the mountain was treacherous and I had no clue what awaited me. I only hoped that it would be better than my home or straight, swift, easy, and painless death. Nothing in between.
I bunched my long dress in one hand and held the torch in another while I climbed the mountain.
For a second the thought of running away crossed my mind, as I knew the villagers wouldn't come to look for me and what would it matter if I reached my destination or not. I could cross the mountain and disappear into a faraway land where I wasn't hated as much.
But then the dreadful thought of the mountain god taking away Felicity crossed my mind and I kept moving up the mountain at my pace.
She was the only person in my house and my village who was truly nice to me. She would sneak me extra food from the kitchen, braid my hair, and tell me how truly beautiful I was. I love her and she loves me.
She shared her makeup with me and we chatted for hours at length, when our parents were working in the fields.
No matter what happens I will never put her in harm's way.
As I gained altitude, the air thinned and became chilly. My simple dress neither provided warmth nor protection from the cold air.
I tried to gain some heat from the torch I was holding, but that was of no use.
I had no option but to keep going. The cone-shaped trees were getting taller and thicker and I think most of the girls died of execution and no food. I hardly think there is any mountain god here who needs a sacrifice each year.
Finally, after hours of walking in the dead of the night, I decided to rest against a tree. The faint rays of the moon illuminated a certain tree in the distance and I decided to sleep below it.
I curled up on the soft moss that had grown on the protruding roots of the tree and shut my eyes. My torch which had gone out some time ago was forgotten beside me as sleep finally consumed me.
The last thing I remember before surrendering to sleep were two, golden eyes staring at me from a distance.
The first thing I felt was not the warmth around me, but the softness below me. I stirred as I had never touched something so soft. That's when it hit me. Everything came back to me and I opened my eyes sitting straight up.
I was in a cave of some sort, I tried to look around but it was pitch black, I touched the soft thing below me and noticed it was some kind of bedding.
"Hello?" Where was I?
No one replied. Instead, I saw the same golden eyes looking back at me. Only this time the eyes were right beside me. Before I could scream, a huge rough palm was placed on my mouth and I was shoved on the bedding, pinned by someone double my side hovering over me.
"Shush Woman. Why do you scream?"
It was a man. I was being pinned down to the bedding by a man. And he had golden eyes, which were hovering over me and looking down at me intently. No one has golden eyes.
I had no words, as I was so scared I had no clue who or what he was where I was, and what was going to happen to me.
"Wh...Who are you?" I asked. After a brief pause, I heard the reply to my question.
"Your master." The man said and I almost screamed in shock. What does he mean?
I tried to get out of his hold but he only tightened his grip on me.
"Let me go," I begged.
"Why would I? I caught you first."
"Caught me?" What did he mean by that?
"Yes, every decade or so, a girl comes up here from the down tribe and whoever catches her first keeps her. You are my price; I will keep you." He said matter-of-fact and did I sense a hint of pride in his voice? I was getting scared by every passing moment.
I tried to wiggle away but he did not let me move.
"Please let me go?" I begged once again. "No, I will not. You are mine; don't you understand?" he asked me and then cursed in a tongue I wasn't familiar with.
I was terrified, but he let me go once he was sure I wasn't going anywhere. Plus, why was it so dark here?
"Do you want food?" he asked. But how could I manage to swallow anything when I wasn't sure what awaited me next?
"N...No," I whispered.
"Why aren't you hungry? You must be tired from coming all the way up the mountain, your feet were hurt too, I put medicine on them do they feel better?" he asked and now that I notice, my feet do feel better, the cuts and bruises I had endured due to walking so much without shoes, seem to have healed.
Who was this man and why did he take care of my feet?
Suddenly, someone walked into the cave and bright light blinded me for a while.
"Fiona!" Someone called my name the voice was familiar but new at the same time. When I blinked my eyes and focused, I found a woman probably a decade older than me standing by the bedding I was resting on.
When I saw her face, tears gathered in my eyes. "Grace?" I whispered.
She handed the torch she was holding to someone behind her and hugged me. Grace was the woman who was sacrificed a decade ago. She was the woman who was sacrificed before me. But how was she alive and what was he doing here?
"Fiona, God, I had a feeling they would put you up to this next, and how I hoped it would be you." Grace did not make any sense. That's when I looked behind her and screamed.
To be continued...
Hey! Guys if you want me to write stories on any particular trope please let me know in the comments and I will do that!
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(Sorry for being a no show for so long I was abroad and could not write much. I will try to be regular henceforth)