“Now... bow before your Godessssssss!” The naga would hiss as all the peasants would drop to their knees, bowing their heads down to the ground in a sign of submission to their ruler. Gorgon would look at them all with a grin before she would speak.
“My subjects... the time has come again for you to bring me, your merciful and thoughtful goddess, a sacrifice. The prosperity of your village depends on my feelings towards it. I am willing to keep you all healthy and fed... but only if you are obedient to my commands, unlike your foolish forefathers whose stubborn resistance left them crushed by my hand, and their empire to crumble into the ruins around you. I am a thoughtful and kind goddess... and that’s why I’ve left this matter to unbiased fate. All the names of my people were gathered in a census, and one was chosen to play the vital role in the relationship between immortal and mortal. The one among you who shall be sacrificed by twilight is...”
Another Naga would hand Gorgon a scroll, which she would take in her golden clawed hand, a devilish smirk appearing on her face as she read the name, her eyes flashing with a predatory light.
“The son of Matilda Greenstaff”
There would be a hush amoung the crowd as many would turn to a middle aged woman with long, curly brown hair and a face now pale. She couldn’t believe the words that had been uttered.
“G-Goddess... this must be some mistake,” Matilda would say in a meek, shaky voice, barely keeping herself composed. “M-my son... my only son... is only a boy. He is too young to be offered up for sacr-“
“SILENCE!” Gorgon would suddenly shout in a booming, authoritative voice that made Matilda shrink, “One more word of nonsense from your lips and I’ll have you sentenced to have all your nonsense be squeezed out of you! All subjects of my domain, regardless of their age, are eligible to sacrifice. It’s what fate has decided. The sacrifice of your child will keep your villiage safe and peaceful. To not do so is an act of treason! Do I make myself clear peasant?”
Matilda couldn’t muster up the courage to speak, only able to nod her head as she shook and started to sob.
“Good, now my subjects, disperse and go about your normal lives... and have my sacrifice by twilight.”
The naga next to her would suddenly shout out “HAIL GORGON!”
“HAIL GORGON!” The naga and the peasants would decree in unison before Gorgon and her forced would head back to the great cavern. The crowd of peasants would somberly celebrate as Matilda, distraught and stricken with sorrow, would run to the tavern, nearly falling over multiple times as she wept and cried out with agony. Fate seemed to only hold loss and grief for the downtrodden people of Helmfirth, with no hope in sight...