## *pray/prey:[[a distant story*.]]
Pray , v. To ask that the laws of the universe be annulled on behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.
A long time ago , in the distant future... before the dream ends. Of the shores of the abandoned colony world of Mahdlin , far away in the grassy plains of the village town of Liam. A young girl about 17 years of age runs timidly for her life. Her short sharply cut golden blonde hair a frantic mess in the gold and blood coloured sky. Her sharp gentle blue eyes cut across the endless grass horizon of this world. Her breath tired and hazey , she stops to seek relief and catch her fleeting breath.
Only problem is this fair maiden cannot rest for long. She has to run and make haste once more. She curses her people under her breath for placing her in such a damned situation. A week prior she had been promised to a man from a noble house , who had come from off world to visit Liam. 'Laia Lin' our dear maiden had been given away as a gift to this man by her father's house and people. Laia's own destructive and rebellious nature wouldn't allow for such backwards customs to take her free will away.
As a way of rejecting this decision Laia decided to wholly indulge herself in a crude and unscesiable splurge of promiscuity. With every man and woman of the town of Liam. Two days before her noble betrothel. To which her townsfolk did not take to kindly. She was publicly whipped and shamed in the middle of towns square. As a final showing of strength by the town elders of Liam she was to be put to death , either to be burned as a sacrifice to the old gods or drowned in a bog like the filthy fucking whore that she was.
But by pure luck or by the grace of the old world gods she escaped the town and lived off the fruits of the forest. Sadly it would seem she chooses her gods poorly for her luck has run dry. Now in a wild run for her life trying to get away from wild barbarians who wish to test the nature and virtue of her so called promiscuity.
The men who were chasing after her , a group of seven barbaric "lesser men" who took great pride in taking away the chastity of young maidens. These tribal men were large towering figures of tanned skin and long lime hardened hair. Axes , spears , skulls and blood decorated their massive primal frames. They spoke in deep animal grunts to one another. A symbol of their branching off from humanity into this downgraded form of humanity. Well that's what 750,000 years of divergent evolution will do to you.
Laia wondered how these brutes had not yet caught and turned her into filth yet. "It must be the will of the gods ," she thought and said to herself. That was sadly far from the truth if the matter. As a part of their sick twisted game , the lesser men would on purpose make themselves slower in their chase . This would build a frail sense of hope within their victims , acting as a sort of seasoning to them.
Laia dashes through the vast sea of crimson grass and the short deep blue bushes. She manages to get a considerable distantnce away from the brutes and this fills her heart with a ray of hope. Taking a sharp relentless turn down a jagged rocky path to the graves of the old gods as her sanctuary. In this moment her luck must have doubled twice fold for the customs of the "lesser men" did not permit them to tread upon the soils of extinguished gods. With their game going sour due to their own actions of not quickly capitalising on the chase for this young maidens cunt , the band of brutes grab on to the jagged grey lime rocks of the path and fling them at the maiden with no remorse. They have only the single dead shot aim of stopping her dead on her tracks before she sets foot upon such hallowed grounds.
Laia screaming and stressed for her life as she looks back at the stoney hail that has been set upon her. She would pay dearly for this as the massive lime blocks came crashing upon her face. Her once beautiful pale face now a bloodied mess and utterly fucked. Fallen over now and weeping she bravely pulled herself together and ran once more for the hallowed god graves as her only salvation from this twisted fuckery.
With her arms pumping frantically and her feet in haste , coupled with her blurred vision from the blood that spurted out of the side of her head. By the God Emperor's sacred name she had made it. She fell upon the massive six armed stoney statue of a fire god of her people. She crawled behind its moss covered feet to hide from the gaze of her pursuers. Laia smiled with relief eventually laughing and cursing at the dumbshit brutes for she knew they could not set foot upon these lands or risk death from being smitten by the spirit of the gods.
The tired and sweaty mass retreated back to their village dwellings within their darkwood as theybhad no hope of capturing this fine maiden and fucking her bloody. They headed back home with shame adorned upon them hopelessly. Laia our beautiful maiden of Liam saw it wise to this time to pray and thank her gods for the guidance , strength and protection they offered her in this terrible times since her banishing from her town. The small mountain sized statue of the fire goddess avatar **Bellia** broke into life after hearing Laia's prayer.
Laia came close to the goddess' avatar to give and show her thanks. But it would seem Bellia was deeply angered for the sky grew dark cloudy and thunderous as she lay her gaze upon our poor maiden. The ground shook amd split open as Laia asked for forgiveness to a sin she did not committ. Out of nowhere with no warning the goddess crushed Laia into the ground with all six of her massive towering hands into a pool of shattered bones and blood. It was common knowledge in Liam that the old gods did not care much for life and were much a hunter just as the "lesser men" of this world and that is why they were burried upon these lands. May Laia rest well upon the ashen lands and may her spirit wonder about the "road of reincarnation" endlessly.
Prey , n. A victim.