LEGENDS TELL of strange happenings in these woods:
s a c r i f i c e s made to a hungry god, in the name of
WORSHIP and a bountiful harvest. They send their
children for appeasement, they send not their weapons
and wage not WAR, but seek to tamper with demons
and a force of nature b e y o n d their control with the
blood of innocents. ( But their offerings are corrupted,
he must remind himself — they are good for no more
than practice than as opposed to the intent of giving
him a meal to satiate his GLUTTONY. It’s quite pitiful,
really, to see it go to waste, but it matters little to him. )
PERHAPS a death sentence would be too good for
this one, too easy. He kills them out of obligation, nary
out of a true WANT to do so, as tributes must pay the
price for their t r a n s g r e s s i o n s, in this life or
the one PREVIOUS. ( He will make you whole again,
child; he will purify you as they have sought to do.
You are no more than a pawn, correct ?
You are but one cog in a catastrophic plan, and you
are a m i s t a k e. They could make do without you. )
HE UNDERSTANDS, DEAR. He knows why you flee.
COWARD – !! The Hunter strides forth, parting the
trees with his talons, shattering the earth beneath his
heel. All will bow before his VENGEANCE. And
so the h u n t begins.
Can she run farther? Away from these shadows
and the torment and neglect. Can she regain breath,
pick herself up and flee. She was so tired, she always
ran, never stopping. Kid knew nothing else, running
from the church, her mother, herself. She was always
running.
And perhaps this fate was better than the last, than
the prison she resided in for so long-- too long. Tears
welled in her tired eyes, was anybody looking for her?
That’s all she ever wanted, all would be forgiven if they
worried and searched and cried. It would be alright! That’s
all she wanted, was for them to care.
Now she was more than a dirty, malnourished little girl,
she was a dirty, malnourished little girl who was crying.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! They had not cared for her then,
why now? She was a mistake and she knew it, she didn’t
know why she was trying to hard, running so much. But
with all her itty bitty strength, she cried. Pressing her eyes
with the palms of her hands. Kid could be crying for much
more important things, like being eaten by a large beast.
Or being lost in these woods, the girl was so tired. So very tired.
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