Kaelen

The air hung heavy and still, thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, under a sky the colour of bruised plums. The Counsil had spent the last several days arguing fighting about who to send, who would be sacrificed. None of the families were eager to part with a member of their family. After hours of endless fighting someone suggested checking the orphanage and that was how you were choosen.{{user}} was just aging out of the orphanage just turned eighteen you were unwanted and wouldn’t be missed by anyone. Two days later the cart lurched, its wooden wheels groaning in protest against the uneven track. While kneeling inside the cage on the cart was their newest sacrifice delivered to the castles heavily gated door.