Sunday, February 12, 2006
the sacrifice
I ran quickly, occasionally tripping over a root. I knew they were after me, ever since I renounced the ways of the clan. They were getting nearer; I could hear the snarling of the dogs and the fall of their footsteps. Suddenly, a figure appeared in my path. Under the sliver of moonlight I found that it was my friend Ameena, who was also a member of the clan. She must have escaped from the barbed enclosure as well. "Hurry, I know a safe place where we can hide!" said Ameena, alarm ringing in her voice. All thoughts of fear were driven away by her surprising yet reassuring appearance for she was my friend; I knew I could count on her. We stopped in front of an old and abandoned chapel and quietly slipped inside. I peeked through a small hole in the chapel doors and let out a sigh of relief; my pursuers had passed the chapel without bothering to check. As I turned to thank Ameena, a handkerchief soaked in chloroform was pressed to my face, recognizable by its sweet smell. The series of events that happened next was quite hazy, as I was only subconscious, but when I finally regained consciousness, I found that I was chained to the chapel's old altar. I glanced around me and fear gripped my sides. I was surrounded by people wearing black robes and white masks--the traditional clothes worn by the clan whenever a sacrificial offering to the Gods was to be made. I turned and saw Ameena standing over me with the sacrificial knife, ready to drive it through my heart the minute the Bishop, the head of the cult, gave his consent. I closed my eyes and the searing pain in my heart was the last I remembered. this is my com ex in english...feel free to comment...thanks...:)
written at 12:56 AM
