by Judah LaBrie
Omar secured the idol by his side, making sure he was not touching it, but that the statue was within grasp if need be. He had to push back the call it seemed to radiate; Worship me! Worship me!
Soon both master and apprentice were sleeping, the night echoed the sounds of nocturnal creatures taking their turn on the surface, hunting and foraging, but these two weary men were sleeping well. The eventful day had drained each of them of all their strength.
Chapter Sixteen
Intense heat continued to warm the faces of the remaining three elders in the giant tribe of Baku. They stood around the fire watching the flames dance, praying for peace for their recently murdered fourth elder; Burhan. A new elder would be named tomorrow, but Burhan could never truly be replaced.
“The counsel will miss his presence tomorrow night.” one of the elders spoke out.
“Yes, Burhan was hoping to meet Jurhan again.” Another giant elder spoke. Their love for Burhan was filled with respect, yet no emotion or feelings of loss was evident in their voices.
“Have we sacrificed enough to Enorstide tonight?” Trindel the last of the three elders spoke, changing the subject, he would gladly throw more slaves in if needed, but he was ready to find his home and sleep off the wine and meat. He was silent when the other two elders let Halim go free. He would of rather thrown the young giant in the fire as well, but at least he got to throw his wife in earlier.
The three giants took a few steps closer to the fire, the temperature was beginning to burn their facial hair; the bodies of those they had sacrificed had long ago melted, but their screams still echoed in the surrounding valley and in their minds.
This idea of human sacrifice was inherent, a sacred tradition, defendable to any that would question the morality of the practice. To oppose them, was to be an enemy of Enorstide.
“We can never truly satisfy all that Enorstide requires of us, but if my god calls me onto the fire, I shall go.” The oldest of the village leaders spoke the words that dismissed their meeting.
A council of the eight tribes would be meeting at the Fountain of Graves tomorrow night. Rumors of an ancient scroll with promises of immortality was surely the reason for the assembly, and war with mankind filled the three elders with excitement.
Trindel was old enough to remember the last war with mankind, and Samgro (the oldest) fought in it. The youngest of the elders, Rythfi, was still in his mother’s womb during the war. As the three disbursed, their was no doubt that this thought of war was prevailing over their sorrow for Burhan.
Killing mankind off was always a giant’s favorite thought.
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About the Author
Judah LaBrie is passionate about writing and story telling, he has written songs for Christian bands, and toured with Moriah. He currently has a blog about being a husband and father, and is now writing a series he dreamed up many years ago. His days consist of working a blue-collar job, raising a family and writing in the evenings. Church and Family are important to him, and God is ultimately who he aims to please. Judah has been writing songs and stories since he was twelve. He has a collection of work currently being edited for release throughout the next year.
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