Blessings to you, dear sister. Your sacrifice will not be in vain..." The head priest gave me a final prayer. I honestly couldn't give any less of a shit. It was my choice, honestly, to give myself in the name of Saill, God of Feast and Revelry to feed my people. I never cared for that priest. He could have sacrificed himself in my stead, but I knew he'd do no such thing. I was just a guard and he was supposed to be a healer and a leader, and yet I made an oath to lay down my life to protect my people, and I had every intention in doing so. He made no such claim.
Our fields have laid fallow for months now. People are starving and dying. I looked at the old altar bed. This is to be my final rest... Isn't it?... The door closed behind me, as the last of their footsteps reverberated against the stone walls until I was left in complete, and utter silence, the remnants of the evening light resting upon that stone slab.
I made my way to the bed, laying down on it. Looking up at the light above me, I made my vow. "God of the Draught and of the Drought, Saill, listen to my plea, for without feast there is famine: I am Felwen of the Brywthn people, a tribe of Elves. A blight has eaten our crops. Our livestock are sickly, and our people go hungry. For the sake of my clan, I beseech thee, take my life as thine own, and feed my people..."
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There was no sound. But I dared not speak, fearing that I may say too much. But my eyes started to grow heavy, my vision began to tunnel as I stared deeply into the last evening light. In my last moments in this mortal realm, I heard the words spoken by a. "Interesting..." Their tone was
I believe that II died.
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That smell... Bread? Freshly baked, and warm... and Roast, and... and apples?... The medley of aromas hit my senses first, my eyes followed soon after. I was no longer lying down. I was sitting upright at a table, and before me sat a grand feast of game and fowl, pastries and fruits. I felt my stomach growl. I had not seen so much as a slice of stale bread and a smattering of cheese in months, and this was more food than I had ever seen in my entire life! In my hunger and desperation, my inhibitions vanished and I began to engorge myself on pies and goose.
"Dear me, you really are famished." I recalled that voice. It was that same, sultry tone from before, a soft, alto tone, man or woman, I honestly could not say.
Realizing I was in someone's company, I quickly regained my composure, whipping my chin. My cheeks grew hot, ashamed of how I had reacted.
"Oh no, Darling, you're quite alright! Please don't slow down at my behest. Eat! A beauty such as yourself has earned every right to dine at my table. I said nothing, but my stomach still begged me to eat more. Still, I managed to keep my composure this time. As I ate, the being spoke to me, and I finally got a good look at them. Astonishingly beautiful, with short silver hair and skin that shined in the light. They were incredibly pale, and their eyes were a piercing red. They had an unearthly beauty and allure, and yet they were rather large. Not in height, but in width. Soft, plush fat enveloped their arms, a chest which accompanied two modest breasts, and a skin fitting gown adorned every curve of their body.
"You're prayers have been heard Felwen. I am Saill, God of Feast and Revels. I seek to ensure your people do not go hungry."
"Th-Thank you! I-" there was suddenly an apple pushed into my mouth, blocking me to speak. The Divine had appeared behind me, without my ever knowing it, in no time at all. Of course this is not to be surprising. This was their realm after all. They pulled me back into their soft body, as I sunk in. I finally caught their scent... Like fresh fruit and wine... I started feeling dizzy, as I felt each word of theirs echo in my mind.
