This is my seventeenth contribution to:
The 750 Word Project 2024
Jaeyern woke, gripped by a feeling of cold dread. It was no surprise, the same fear had gripped her every morning for months. The only difference was in degree. Even yesterday she had deluded herself that there was a day remaining. But today? Today it was mere hours.
The clock had started when her daughter was born. She had fulfilled her obligation. As her mother had before her. As the womenfolk in her family had for generations. This was the lore of her people. This was the fate of her family. Or at least the females. A year later, they would be gone. And their husbands would be free to take a new wife. Younger, prettier, less tired. The brood mare would be gone.
Jaeyern put on a shift and looked into the crib where her baby was sleeping. She kissed her brow, resigned to never seeing her again. Resigned to her being brought up by whatever slut her husband selected.
But no thoughts of flight entered her head. What must happen had been explained to her by the wise man. Explained so many times that it had become part of her psyche. She felt regret, she felt anger, but, most of all, she felt duty. Duty to every other member of her tribe. Duty to keep them safe. Safe from it.
Jaeyern stood before the entrance. The huts she had left were dominated by wood and reeds and piled stones. Here the very rock had been hewn into pillars and adornments.