In the Realm
The Queen has just passed me by.
She must choose for one to die.
I am glad it is not I.
To someone, I will say goodbye.
Someone will pay the price.
She will be the sacrifice.
Survivors live in paradise.
Other than this, the Queen is nice.
Forced to choose some girl’s fate,
Is something she does hate.
No one looks forward to this date.
But the devils, we must placate.
A year of peace costs one life.
The nominees live with strife.
The chosen will never be a wife.
She just gets pierced with a knife.
My calendar is marked. I know I am going to be nominated. My scholastics and social skills are lacking. Although I know I am not the worst nominee, being in that group is very stress inducing. The loser dies. Even though the unselected get riches that I cannot fathom, the anxiety of the selection is torturous in its own rights.
Nominated, like I knew I would be. I hate being in this situation. Now the Queen will choose who to sacrifice. I need to make a good impression. I do not want to die. I have hardly lived and now face the possibility of my life being over. I understand why I must be ready to die, but I would much rather not have to in this situation.
Many decades ago, the Queen’s great-grandfather made a deal with the demons to sacrifice a girl annually for them not to attack us. We have not had any problems with the demons ever since. All the people who lived during the Demon Days are gone. Our History books tell of the atrocities of those times.
No one living has seen a demon. Many question whether they are still out there. No one wants to take the chance not to sacrifice someone though. If they are out there and we don’t make the sacrifice, they will destroy our realm. They would kill most and make the survivors wish they were dead. It is just not a chance anyone is ready to take, but there are whispers off a research group.
The day has arrived for the queen to make her selection. As she passes me over, I am overwhelmed with relief. While I feel bad for the girl chosen, my life goes on and much improved. My family gets a better house closer to the castle. We have money to get food. The long-term reward ended up being worth the short-term agony of not knowing whether I would be sacrificed.
As a survivor of nomination, I no longer have to go to school. I spend my days talking to the shopkeepers and old residents. I am finding out that the research group is a real possibility, but I have not been able to find any admitted members yet. No one wants to confirm what they know, nor admit that they are a part of the group.
I got lucky today. I witnessed people slowly gathering in a cellar. I go to the door and listen. I cannot hear anything. I decide to enter the cellar and hope that they allow me to join their group.
TO BE CONTINUED