There used to be children here once, you know, before they were all Vanished...
It was the kind of sleepy village that was slowly being conquered by nature. The kind of village where nobody locks their doors - the things that come for them would only be angered and everything goes so much swifter, so much quieter when they are just left to it.
The unspoken rule is that as long as the yearly Fête isn't disturbed, they can take whoever and however many they need without any trouble from the church. It's a truce that's held since the mid 1600's when we called them witches and burned them alive while they warped the minds of our children and drove them to the edge of death.
It's easier this way, a voluntary sacrifice every now-and-then is good for the community.
And then one day they took the wrong person - a tourist with a quick trigger finger and portable wifi hotspot. Within hours the police were swarming the area and the hunts began anew only this time we knew what we were dealing with and the consequences for breaking the silent truce.
It was the kind of sleepy village that was slowly being conquered by nature. The kind of village where nobody locks their doors - the things that come for them would only be angered and everything goes so much swifter, so much quieter when they are just left to it.
The unspoken rule is that as long as the yearly Fête isn't disturbed, they can take whoever and however many they need without any trouble from the church. It's a truce that's held since the mid 1600's when we called them witches and burned them alive while they warped the minds of our children and drove them to the edge of death.
It's easier this way, a voluntary sacrifice every now-and-then is good for the community.
And then one day they took the wrong person - a tourist with a quick trigger finger and portable wifi hotspot. Within hours the police were swarming the area and the hunts began anew only this time we knew what we were dealing with and the consequences for breaking the silent truce.
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