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From last to ancient first, Buffy
From last to ancient First
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds
Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.
All but her.
She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.
The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.
When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.
The next Chosen.
The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds
Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.
All but her.
She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.
The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.
When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.
The next Chosen.
The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.