The tent is dark and the swirls of encent fills the air, making it hot and hazy. The girl screams and squirms but her older brother holds her tight on her seat. One of the maid holds her mouth wide open as another chiseles her teeth carefully with her tools. The sharpest they are, the most beautifull she will be. A few quarters of moon ago they branded her spine with the symbol of the tribe, she was the backbone of it, their pride, their princess. D'Soreil was a tribe at war and their women were their most sacred treasure. But this one was special, she would mean peace, she would mean everything.
Days passes, the girl goes throught more ritual of beauty, wise advice is given to her, she is so young, so innocent and her fate is sealed. The night of the full moon arrives and the festivities begins. The village is filled with colofull banners, music, dancers and presents. The delegation of the Tamarin tribe is soon to arrive, their mortal ennemies with whom they have been fighting over the land for centuries.
As the new chef of the Tamarin enters her village, she keeps her gaze to the ground, lined up with many other maiden like her, ready to be taken like a prize, like a trophee. The chef knows not yet that she will be his and his eyes are set on her, like a gem. The men eat at the buffet, maiden dances, maiden serves. As tradition demands it, little red head serves the royal guest, her futur mate. In the morning she would return with him to his village, leave her life behind and become a symbol of peace and harmony between the tribes.
"..Close your eyes red head, let him come to you and all will be fine.." Said the old maid as she left Aina into the dark tent, she undresses herself and lays on the soft furs, a small brasero lets barely any light filter into the darkness, but the heat is intense, just like the D'Soreil likes it. She closes her eyes, the music outside is still so loud as the festivities goes on but she hears a shuffles in the furs and something moves beside her, it must be him, her mate, her husband, the one she would serve for the rest of her life. Nothing, the darkness takes her over and after an hour of waiting she finally falls asleep, untouched..
Screams and shrieks wakes her up, she rubs her eyes, spreading a thick red spread in her face, someone pulls her out of the tent. The villagers of both clans are speechless, the woman covered in blood kneeling in the mud naked before them.. she killed the chief, she killed the peace, has she no shame? Has she no soul? Red head dosnt seem to understand, barely awake, barely aware. Why the scream, why the blood.. Two tamarin comes out of the nuptial tent dragging the stabbed body of Chiro, the D'Soreil dagger still deep into his heart.
Common plot, common trahison, ennemy of peace, the girl will pay and the efforts will have been for naught. Soon she is casted out like a common murderer. Outsiders dies really quickly to the demons that haunts the world, if she does not end up spider food, she will end up like them. It is a fate worst than most punishement their could think off.
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