When I was a yearling I never understood why my father was so different from me , he never grew wool like me , he always had brown fur and I always had white and black .
I use to try to dye my fur brown with mud and I never worked.
Now I know why as I stand here before piles of bones and a cycle of hooded figures .
The place smelled of sorrow and cry’s of souls gone but not forgotten as if telling me to run.
As I walk up to the stone,
it looks like it’s been worn down by use and the floor by it seems to be rubbed white by countless knees that kneeled down.
Then suddenly I hear four huge hearts beating as they came closer from the shadows.
The ones in hooded robes started in chant .
“ he of chaos , she of hunger , he of pestilence , they of knowledge , we offer the last lamb to you , may this bloodshed come and go , may you feast upon it and grow “
The one with the crown with the yellow eye silently puts her hand up to silence them .
Then she spoke in a gurgled whisper “ Before us stands the last of its kind. All others we have hunted down and put to the blade “.
There was others ,What others ,Others like me ? And if so I wish I could have known them .
As the one with the crown with the orange eye held her throat and gurgled and choked the one with the one pointed teal eyed crown then spoke as they held the one in distress “ with this sacrifice the prophecy will be impossible to fulfill”.
Then it hit me , these four were being of power that were betrayed , yet they expected for me to just simply bow and hope for better ? I will simply not have it .
Then the one with the green crown words were with clicks and random sounds as he spoke but what I could make out was “ the heretic that lies bound below will be condemned to eternal captivity.”
As the one in the teal and yellow disappeared again the one with the bandages and the purple crown speaks as if they were other worldly “ and the old faith shall be preserved “ then seems to space out.
I was scared of what was to come , I did not want to bleed , I did not want to die , I hoped my father could have saved me.
I started kicking , screaming , and thrashing to get the ones that hold my arms to let go.
The bigger masked one
swung her ax , blood splattered and I gasped as I watched something drop from my face , the one in the mask gasped and sobbed and cursed “ IM SO SORRY “
I was so confused before I noticed I couldn’t see out of my other eye , I looked down and seen a chunk of wool and blood and pink.
Apparently they missed and only cut half my head .
