Legacy: one made out of blood

t never falling because I knew deep within me, my feet knew that the moment they stop running, my life was over. I knew I was dead long before my race started, I was the

all because he could not stomach one of his people being given over to the Dariths for the maiden hunt, he steppe

tired of her before her death, she is taken to the other side of the forest where she is be being burnt alive along with the bodies of her fellow maidens that participated in the hunt. If

e for more than 400 years, a maiden has never outrun the warriors of Dar. The closest they le

ear. I have accepted my fate, it had been sealed for some time now, my scream was one of warning. Warning any maiden close

is about to begin. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the tearing of my clothing and the mauling to begin, it did when the warrior to place his hand underneath my clothing and shove a finger in me. My eyes flew open as I tried

it did not make any difference, I was going to be burnt without ravaged, a virgin sacrifice, maybe they will task my village to be providing only virgins for the hunt

me to the ground where I stared wide-eyed at him

in dirty robes asks as gasps permeated the air w

My captor re

f The Hunt as your bride.” A woman richly dressed repli

of the hunt can choose a bride from the hunt only when he is satisfied with everyth

el, my cap

can you be satisfied with her. You must be

th the full force of his gaze, dismissing her as unimportant of

he marriage arrangement, can’t you see? He cannot

continued “many things are expected of the warlord, great things. It has been 500 years since a warlord picked a bride from the hunt.

e repeated in the crowd, so

e dirty man said as Orel gave a qui

rying, I hid my face in Orel’s cloth as the old man took a torch and set the pyre on fire as the people started chanting. I shook as I heard the screams in a distance. I just narr