Creation
The moon was high in the sky as wooden staffs struck the beaten and cracked earth. Slender restraints wrapped around her arms and legs. Her eyes were wild as the men chanted around her. She didn't know these men, what they wanted. She did not understand anything.
Darkness began to flow from the circle, wrapping itself around her, invading every pore and orifice. Her body shook as it took hold and changed her forever. She wasn't just a girl; she was a girl with power, a destiny. She did not ask for it. She did not want this burden.
