The woods were clattering, leaves restless, the rain was pouring heavier now.
“Don’t let them take me, just let me go and I will never return” she pleaded. Kerra was stoic, she remained unmoved by her emotions.
“I have a duty to uphold and a responsibility to my people” Kerra responded.
“I’ll do anything, I will fight your fight, I will be your slave if that’s what you desire but just let me live” Tears began to roll down Lira’s cheeks, “Give me another day, please!”
“This is the way of our people and what would they do to me if I didn’t execute you now? What would they think of me if I let you live? No, you die here and now, and I will ascend” said Kerra.
On her knees with her arms tied behind her back, Lira lowered her head. She knew there was nothing she could say to escape her fate.
Kerra stepped towards her and moved Lira’s hair to reveal her neck. “I will make sure it’s a clean cut” Kerra said raising her blade up in the air.
“Thank you sister” Lira responded with her voice wavering through the tears, “You will make a great war chief”
For a second, everything felt clear, she was about to ascend by removing the purity out of her life and becoming the war chief her people needed her to be.
She let the blade come down, with a fierceness. Clean cut, right through, with Lira’s head toppling into the puddle of mud. Kerra’s heart was pumping, her face was hot. She had finally ascended and become war chief of her people. An adrenaline was pumping throughout her body and to her chest, like if her heart was about to explode out of her very being.
The clattering of the woods began to subside. The rain turned to a faint drizzle. A hand pressed on her shoulder, startling Kerra slightly, “Breathe, just breathe. Don’t let them see you waver Kerra, don’t let them see you feel. They are watching you like vultures and only strength matters to them now.”
Kerra took a deep breathe and then another, “I know mother, I am war chief now and I will march us into the future. Nothing will hold me back.”