Abducted By the Centaur Tribe
“*** The skies were cloudless when I heard the thunder. A distant pillar of dust rose from the fields to the west, and a knot like a clenched fist rose in my throat. The centaurs were coming three weeks early.
The first green shoots of spring covered the fields near the village, and most of the menfolk were out working. Most of the women, too. I worked with my younger sister, Elisa, and my mother in the village, scraping out a meager existence weaving baskets from the reeds that grew on the banks of Lake Voulismeni.
Mother heard the sound, too, and came onto the roof where I was supposed to laying out reeds for drying. “Gods above, they're coming for the sacrifice.”
Already a trumpet was blowing from the top of the guard tower on the inland side of village.
“Get inside,” she said. “You and Elisa stay hidden.”
“But Mother, I want to see them,” I said. And I did.
The gods were distant, stories whispered about in the night.
Centaurs, though, they were more than myths. Every few years they... came to the village and demanded an unmarried woman as ransom.MoreLess
The first green shoots of spring covered the fields near the village, and most of the menfolk were out working. Most of the women, too. I worked with my younger sister, Elisa, and my mother in the village, scraping out a meager existence weaving baskets from the reeds that grew on the banks of Lake Voulismeni.
Mother heard the sound, too, and came onto the roof where I was supposed to laying out reeds for drying. “Gods above, they're coming for the sacrifice.”
Already a trumpet was blowing from the top of the guard tower on the inland side of village.
“Get inside,” she said. “You and Elisa stay hidden.”
“But Mother, I want to see them,” I said. And I did.
The gods were distant, stories whispered about in the night.
Centaurs, though, they were more than myths. Every few years they... came to the village and demanded an unmarried woman as ransom.MoreLess
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