I’ve had nightmares about that night before, but it’s been a
while and this one was different. I was on the altar, begging Father Brien and
the others to stop. I became aware of another person- someone who wasn’t there
that night. I couldn’t make out any features, but he was encouraging the others;
yelling that sacrifice was needed for safety. My arms and legs were suddenly
being pulled in different directions by some invisible force. Then I saw more new
faces around me, they were the ones Osprey sent to attack me before. They prayed
along with the others as my limbs stretched and broke and ripped until they
only held on by small threads of skin. Everything went quiet, even though I
screamed. Whatever was tearing me apart finally let go. My body sat up, even
though I didn’t want it to. It hurt so much. No one seemed to notice me leaving
the altar. I could feel my broken bones scraping against each other, pulling at
the threads as I stood there. Then I woke up
Safety is worth any amount of sacrifice, would you not agree, dear child?
ReplyDeleteMany have offered their lives in the name of safety. They are so often tormented, their existence a miserable hell. They bring suffering and evil into the lives of all those around them, but in their last moments, they perform an act of true heroism. They offer their lives up, giving all the horror and pain meaning.
This was to be your fate, child. And yet your destiny was taken from you, and so all the evils that have befallen those you cared about, and who cared in turn, were rendered meaningless. Your continued survival is a monument to that tragedy. Truly you have my pity.
Is that why you're posting anonymously right now? Are you sacrificing your name for safety? What are you afraid of?
DeleteHow would dying on that altar have been heroic? Everyone else still would have died following Father Brien. How would my death make any of that better?
What do you know about destiny? You're just another one who wants to pretend that they know things when they don't