The Nemesis Origin

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‘Your time has come, Chaska.’

The interior of the tent was dark, filled with deep shadows that seemed to move with the buffeting winds that rumbled outside as though demons were crawling up the walls. Small candles flickered weakly in the bitterly cold air as Chaska huddled beneath thick blankets, her dark and wary eyes framed by jet black hair. She sat in one corner of the tent as behind her an older woman named Karu, a village elder, densely braided her hair with beads and decorative ribbons.

Chaska was revered as the most beautiful girl in the village by far, and it was that beauty that she now hated the most for she knew what awaited her outside. No family had accompanied her on her journey, for they were not blessed to visit this most sacred of places. Somewhere outside in the darkness she could hear the sound of chanting, the croaking tones of an old man who had probably been through this ritual a hundred times, his melodic singing rising and falling with the winds that howled across the lonely mountains.

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