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POV: Kayara

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When I woke up from a dream about running through the hills and mountains I was startled. I looked around myself for a bit and stretched before realizing where I was. I quickly threw myself back towards the trunk that had supported me through the night. Falling out of a tree was not on my to-do list today. I observed the area from my vantage point and was questioning the best way to get down when I heard the voices of a few of the people that kept me captive.

“It couldn’t have gotten much farther. Either our tracker here is awful at his only job, or it’s somewhere around here.”

When I heard that my heart sunk. I had escaped with the help of my godly benefactor, only to almost be found a few hours later. Why did the world have to be so cruel. Couldn’t I just live how I wanted? Why did I have to be followed by these awful people? My line of thought stopped once more when the woman of the group began screaming.

“Come out you little monster! You either surrender, or you get killed! There’s no point in trying to escape or hide!”

I thought about giving myself up for a moment. I didn’t want to die, but I also didn’t want to be held captive. I wanted to be free from these cruel people, and if surrender led to my capture then I preferred death.

“Ok you little monster, guess we are doing this the hard way! Ready or not, here we come!”

I spent the next few minutes attempting to hide myself better within the trees while they looked elsewhere, but it wasn’t enough. Once one of them looked at my tree they let out a shrill whistle. My tree was quickly surrounded, and the woman spoke once more.

“Look what we have here! The little beast skittered up a tree and tried to hide! Who would’ve thought they would make it so easy to surround them. What are you gonna do little monster? How are you gonna escape this time? You can try to do what you did to Monty, but I don’t think you’ll succeed this time. “

All I could do was give the woman the ugliest glare I could muster. I didn’t know what I was gonna do, but I’d do whatever it takes to escape. I wouldn’t let them take me back to that foul camp. I would kill myself before I go back there.

The woman laughed once more as she grabbed a rock off the ground. “Well, if you’re gonna be this stubborn we might as well make this fun.”

She then threw the rock at me. It flew through the air quickly, and hit me on my lower back. It felt like getting kicked by a horse, with my weak body having nearly gave out. The woman then cackled as she threw another stone. The stones kept coming, and the others joined her in throwing a variety of objects at me. They ranged from fruit, to rocks, to twigs, and more. It hurt like hell, and nearly caused me to fall off the tree. If I hadn’t angled myself against the tree, then I would’ve fallen into the group of hounding coyotes.

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The creatures below me were no longer people in my eyes. They were slimy monsters that deserved to die, but I couldn’t kill them. I was too weak to stop them. They deserved to die, but I would probably die before they would by a long time. I just hope my benefactor helps others escape their captors. I know of way too many camps that somehow treat their captives worse than I was treated. If they treat me like a beast, they treat them like the scum between their toes. Even if I don’t get my happy ending, I hope that they do.

I stayed strong under the assault with that hope behind me for a while, but eventually my strength gave out. My spirit was ready to continue struggling with life, but my body couldn’t handle it anymore. I prayed one last time for the people treated like slaves, and then I blacked out.

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POV: Unnamed God of Change

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As the girl was pelted by objects I rushed to think of anything I could do. I thought for a good while, but couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t kill me. I barely had any faith left, and there was nothing I could do.

I had given this girl false hope, and was gonna be the reason for her death. I knew that helping her was risky, but it had just felt so right. I hadn’t wanted the worship these wild animals under me, and she was right there. She acted how I believed people should, and was still young enough to change the bad habits of. It had felt perfectly logical.

I had also felt obligated to free her. I don’t know why, but I had felt what she was going through. I knew that it was wrong, and that she hadn’t deserved it. I had wanted to help her get back to a normal life, but instead I just got her killed.

I wish the girl had gotten help that could actually save her. I thought I would be able, but I only gave her false hope. I wasn’t able to help her. I caused her soon to be death. She deserved a better god than I.

When I said that within my mind I paused for a moment. There were many other gods, a few of which I had seen just a few days ago. If any were nearby, maybe I could get them to help her. I would still die without any faith, but at least she could survive and be helped by the god I left her with.

I began screaming for help. I sadly wasn’t able to shift my form to something better for yelling, but my normal voice would have to be enough. I yelled for what felt like hours as the girl was pelted with dozens of objects. I screamed for someone, anyone to help her. I would do so until the girl died, or someone showed up.

The girl eventually blacked out and began to fall. It caused my breath hitch. for a moment before I began screaming even louder. I was not going to give up until this girl was free. Hopefully she was alive in her freedom. I’m sure death would be freeing, but I didn’t want her to die because of my actions.

The woman had caught her, and she looked as if she was going to enjoy killing the girl. I still didn’t understand why she hated the young girl to such a degree, but the girl was about to experience that hatred more up close and personally than she ever had. The entire group had manic looks in their eye to some degree, but this woman looked utterly insane compared to some of the others. She was grinning wildly as she held a knife above the girls throat.

Then, I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye. I looked at the figure for a moment before begging for his help. I probably sounded deranged, but I didn’t care. Even if I died, I wanted the girl to live. She shouldn’t die because of my actions. She deserved a better god than me. I just hoped that the god in front of me would help her.