| What Shall Be: Scene Five
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What Shall Be: Scene Five
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In a flourishing meadow, amidst the blooming flora of purples, pinks and yellowish hues, sat a circle of children. Each had their eyes closed and legs crossed. The smallest two among them cried, but most sat silently. Several of the children rocked back and forth and one even shifted her legs to rearrange them, but not a single one dared to open their eyes. A tangible fear griped this place of beauty.
The children all wore white, all bare footed, all blonde with blue eyes. Each of them had been placed in this circle by the very parents who had vowed at their births to protect them. The very parents who had left this meadow only minutes ago, aware that the act of abandoning these children was in itself an act of murder.
The children sat discarded and waited for the monsters from the Chaapa’ai to come.
It was this sight that Chona, Taninas and Tuka’ stumbled upon as they made their way to the valley where Chona was convinced that the host for his symbiote waited.
“What are those youths doing?” Tuka’ asked, pointed his lance towards the direction of the children.
“ I haven’t the faintest idea”, replied Taninas.
“They are waiting to be slaughtered”, Chona answered the men matter of factly. “My Lord has told me so. They are a sacrifice to celebrate his arrival.”
Taninas and Tuka’ looked back and forth in disbelief from Chona to the children and then back again to Chona.
'Did he say slaughter?' Tuka’ thought to himself. 'Our god is not yet out of the womb and the bloodshed has begun.'
Tuka’ doubted that he had the mental strength to kill defenseless children. He thought of his own four boys back on Chulak and a cold shiver traveled down to his spine. He cast a look of desperation towards Taninas.
Taninas grabbed out for Chona’s arm and spun him around, “Chona, are you saying that we must kill these children to honor our Lord?”
“No, not at all”, Chona replied passively. “My Lord has told me that the children have been placed here for his pleasure. An offering from the village to show that they will give all they have as a pledge of allegiance to the great goddess Hathor and her son.”
“Well what IS his pleasure?” Taninas frantically implored. “Does the one inside you wish for us to kill these children?”
Chona ignored Taninas’ question and continued walking towards the village hidden at the foot of the valley. Tuka’ let a small sigh of relief pass his lips as he realized that the children were being left behind in the meadow, still alive, and safe. 'But for how long?', he asked himself. 'For how long ?'
Within minutes the three travelers had reached the small community. Although the village looked very much like it was an alive, vibrant society, not a single body wandered along the main street.
Undaunted by a lack of a reception or greeting of any kind, Chona strode through the middle of the dusty road and stopped when he came upon the town square. The great Jaffa climbed up on a stone bench and shouted out into the sky with a booming voice,
” Your God has arrived to procure a host. All young men of blonde hair, and blue eyes whom wish to save the children in the meadow, come out now and show yourselves.”
The eerie silence of the abandoned village street continued, no one stepped out of the houses.
“Your silence casts your vote”, Chona yelled into the air and jumped off the stone bench.
“Come, follow me”, he directed to Taninas and Tuka’. The three of them began walking back towards the meadow.
As they exited through the gate of the village, a lone voice called out to them.
“ Stop! I will go with you.”
The warriors turned around and looked across the deserted village square. There, dressed in a traditional work robe, stood a young man of approximately 19 years. His long blond hair shifted in the wind, his arms reached out towards the three strangers.
“I will go with you”, the young man repeated. “The children need not die.” He scanned Chona with his crystal blue eyes, waiting for an answer.
Chona smiled, rubbed his pouch, and declared, “He is perfect”.
To be continued……………… |