All your life, you had lived in a secluded village that had an annual... "Tradition." It seemed fairly normal since you had been raised this way, but it wasn't something you particularly enjoyed.

Just last week, a knight by the name of Silver had gotten lost during a storm and was offered shelter in your village. No one had much time to accommodate for him, though. The most bountiful harvest of the year was coming up; autumn harvest, and this old-fashioned village needed their annual virgin sacrifice.

Of course, everyone immediately looked to you. You were old enough to have a family, yet you hadn't even started to think about relationships. It only made sense in their minds that you'd be better off as fertilizer to their crop.

So, the eldest women of the village helped you dress in flowy white robes, and the most trusty men in the village had strung you up to a cross. Although you were genuinely convinced that this would nourish the autumn crops, fear coursed through your body nonetheless. Villagers of all ages and kinds began picking up rocks to toss at you. This would be a very slow and painful process...