Sanctuary Part II
Years passed and I lived off the road that lead to village, deep in the woods. I never wanted to enter the village because I knew what the Lord and the people did to my mother and I, though my father fought in battle for them. I knew they would never accept the demon spawn from the woods born to a witch mother, who lives in the woods. So, I sold my products to the travelling merchants. So, they may sell them in the local market. I became known for excellent wears including animal hides, meat, and some oils, herbs, teas, tonics, and mead. I knew the quality of my products and I knew the merchants did not pay me their worth, but what else could I do. I am a demon, for all intended purposes within the village. But when the bells called to the people from Virhalen Cathedral. I never would miss a day of prayer and blessings. The church accepted all who entered with faith and devotion. I felt that the church gave me hope. The words from the Bible always made me feel better. A testament that I could be accepted and healed by God’s Grace, like Jesus did for the lepers or how it states in PSALM 7: 11 how, “God is a righteous judge,” and therefore He is the only one who can judge me not the villagers. So, every Sunday I would cover my arms and hands with bandages, and with a cloak and hood I would walk to Virhalen and join the paupers within the church and listen to the Word. The little money I had left over from the week prior I would give to the church. And as the priest left, I would always thank him for his teachings and bow to him with honor and pride. I did not expect the cathedral to be my home one day.
The Summer Harvest Festival was about to begin that weekend. The village had decorated like they always did, to make it a huge event. This was the towns biggest day of trade. I had been working hard all year long to prepare for this day. I had many items saved up for this day. Two days before the Harvest Festival, I had been hunting and fishing. I knew that night that many travelers would cross my home that night to purchase for the big day. As I unloaded my last snare I walked slowly towards my home. The evening was approaching quickly and I needed to accomplish a lot of work that evening so that the next morning I could make my sells. I got to my hovel and began prepping different teas and dried fruits and meats. Skinning and cleaning the animals that I have caught. The night was approaching quickly and as the sun began to set most of my prep work was done and I was going to cook my meal for the night. As I walked outside my home the night was upon me. So, I started my fire as the wind kissed my face, as if saying good work. But the mood changed when I set my spit over the fire.
Off in the distance I heard snapping of sticks and twigs with the howl of the mighty dire wolves who lived among the trees called out. They were in pursuit of prey but I thought it peculiar how close they were to my home. They usually could smell the fire and would stay away knowing a human was near. But not tonight, for some reason they were near. But I paid it no mine for I was not their prey this night. I started to roast my rabbit I caught. When I heard the howl again with a response. It was a pack that were on the hunt and now were a bit closer. I rushed inside to get my bow and dagger just in case. Could my rabbit have caught their attention. No, it was something different. I listened carefully when I heard it. A cry for help from a tiny female voice.
Instinct is a unique creature. It is a strong force within all humans and at that moment my instinct took over. I did not realize until about a minute later that I had left the protection of my home and was pursuing the little voice. “Why?” I thought to myself. No human had shown me kindness before why do I care about this little girl.
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