Picture it and Write: Sacrifice
Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s Picture it and Write from Ermilia’s blog here. Once again; the picture is not mine, it is by Kyle Thompson, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway; Enjoy!
On the second moon after the Spring winds have ebbed three maidens from all the villages of the valley would be selected. They had to be beautiful, and they had to be pure. Only the best would do for the sacrifice.
They were brought to a shallow depression in front of two pillars of rock. There they would dance, a dance they were meticulously prepared for. A dance they had to get right.
Each of their steps had to be in unison, their movements in time with the bowels of the earth and their own fluttering hearts. As the soft footfalls of the three maidens pressed against the ground, the low rumble from below started to get louder, faster. The girls’ dancing get faster, more frantic. They simply had to keep up with the demands of the rhythm at their feet. They almost struggled to keep up as it got faster and faster until.
Between the two pillars, from a small vent, there was a rush of air followed by a warm creamy brown liquid, gallons of it. The maidens would be covered. Light mud covering their skin that was not submerged. And there they would sit until the elders had read the signs and knew that it was safe to collect them.
This was the way it had always been. The legend was that a great giant had wandered the earth causing great destruction before he had fallen asleep on the ground to form the mountains that surround the valley. With their dance, and the relief it brings, the maidens sate the giant and keep him asleep for woe betide the world if he awakes.
But there is also risk. For the legend says that one day a maiden will bring forth a child of the giant., and the world will not be the same again.