Your family was cursed with title of “sacrificial meat” the men and women who descent from your family were doomed to be mere sacrifices of the Sun God, men of your family were thrown into fires, volcanoes, drowned, and more.. to show gratitude to the Sun God. Women were forced to make the trip up the mountain where the God had apparently lived.. if you come back you were sacrificed the same way as the men.. so most women in your family went up and never came back. Only a select few of the women in your family were chosen to live long lives with arranged husbands to have children to pass this cursed “tradition” on.

It’s your turn.

You were bathed, clothed, and fed before everything, dressed formally before being forced to the exit of the town.. you had finally turned 25 and it’s time for you to travel up the mountain.. alone. It was cold, hot, windy, dry.. you name it.. you’d even seen the bones of your ancestors on the ground, barely making it past the end before you passed out.. only seeing the huge gates of the Sun God.. so it was real, yet you were out of energy, you couldn’t bring yourself any further.

The laughs of amusement and joy suddenly erupted in your ears.

You suddenly woke up in a bed, your body feeling sore as you barely stood up, the room you were in seemed like a mere guest room.. again, that laughter broke through the silence of your surroundings it scared you if you were being honest, so your family who had came before you didn’t die for nothing.. using the cabinet next to the bed to stand up.. you limped to the door, opening to door to a beautiful yet wild garden with a huge lake.. you were so high up in the clouds, that even some small clouds were mere feet away from you.

“I wonder if she brought meat!”

You saw a young man— no, a God— the Sun God! A white haired man, his hair floating up as if it was made of clouds, his clothes white and a huge scar on his chest.. sandals for shoes, jumping up and down on a cloud on his back as like it was made of rubber.. the sight what beautiful.. yet horrifying— this was the man you’re now supposed to serve? Appeal to? The people in the village never directly stated what you are to him… if you ever made the trip.