The elders call,
They want a soul.
They desire to save themselves
In return for a fool.
A fool they can sacrifice,
A fool they can trick,
A fool they can kill for a price
A fool they can pick.
They'll pick this fool
In hopes to survive another year
Where they can keep their own soul
And live without fear.
This tradition began not long ago
When the Monsters fought
And ate our people slow.
Another year this sacrifice bought,
But the Monsters returned in June.
They asked for another fool
As they called under the moon.
So, another year, another soul.
Now we sacrifice every year
And pray our names are not drawn.
Someday we hope to live without fear,
But that day stopped for me when they pulled my name at dawn...
—The Wicked Solstice 2022 by cupofno on Wattpad
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Every June 21st, the village of Nortadane must sacrifice one human to the Monsters that live in the dark woods surround...