Sarra made her way through her rather large house. Knowing that she was going to be leaving, with a high probability of never returning, made her notice the little things about her house. She'd always seen the little nooks and crannies that hide in the corners and edges of the white walls, but she never cared for them. Always chopped it up to bad carpentry. These little things about her house made her smile, this is how she knew it was [b]her[/b] house. Her index finger glided along the wall of the main hallway while she walked until she reached the living room where both her parents sat sipping tea and reading the news. Sarra must have been outside when the print came. Sarra's father had paid for a print of recent news to be delivered weekly, it contained politics, economy, religion and some other things too. When Sarra first read it she was amazed, probably because it was the "new thing" in the house, but it quickly became very boring to read. 

[color=82ca9d]"Mother, father? I'm going to see Rizahn, probably be out for a while..."[/color] She waited a few moments for a response that would never come. She sighed deeply and moved on down the hallway to the front door. Why did she expect anything from them? It's almost as if she thinks if she talks to them they are obligated to talk back to her. [i]Foolish[/i] She wasn't going to let this dampen her moo however, she was just going to tuck away the feelings towards her parents like always. She swung open the front door and stepped outside. She was met with a heavily used dirt road that was occupied by people walking, horses galloping and beggars pleading. Before moving down the street towards the city center, she pulled from her pocket a long thin strip of gauze. She wrapped the gauze around her left hand very quickly, going around and around her hand until she could tuck the end of the gauze in the make-shift bandage. She wrapped her hand quite deftly, evidence of this being a routine of hers. She would gladly let people think her hand was injured if it meant hiding the rather large hand tattoo that was on the back of her hand. A large 10 with a spiked circle around it. After about a month she would have switched from gauze to a glove and use the excuse that is was a fashion statement.

She walked down the road with her hands in her pockets, A part of her realized the futility of covering up the tattoo. She'd lived there most of her life, people knew who she was. But that didn't stop her. She knew she wasn't like the rest of the people on the road, and they knew it too. That tattoo meant she was a champion, but she would give it up if it meant she never had to endure the glares she got when people saw it. People here [i][b]hated[/b][/i] champions. The country she lived in, Erriani, was mostly made up of worshipers of Prideti. A fine religion, if you're into that sort of thing. The only problem with it was the fact that they worship a god who demands sacrifices from his worshipers. The religion of old gods seemed more just, but there were still some logical inconsistencies in it. For example, it preaches that the old gods were the most powerful beings ever; Omnipotent and Omniscient. But if you're all-knowing and all-powerful how did you get tricked and betrayed so easily? Maybe it was some godly thing Sarra just didn't understand but she could never get over that part of the religion. 

She continued walking down the road, grabbing a low hanging apple from a tree that dangled just above her head. A beggar huffed at her as she bit into it, muttering something about entitlement. She wasn't going to start a fight with this man, regardless of how onesided it would be, she just ignored the comment. Even though she expected these comments from the people in the city that didn't make it any less hurtful and embarrassing. She was a champion with the power to move things with her soul! She was above all this pettiness. She made her way through the city to the center where she found the city hall building. She walked into the rather lovely building. The walls were painted with murals of historical events that happened in the country and important people who changed the way the world works. The ceiling was just as beautiful with its stone carvings that twist and swirl in every-which-way but somehow seemed to stay symmetrical. 

A young lady, probably around the same age as Sarra broke the silence, [color=ec008c]"Can I help you?"[/color] Sarra's eyes snapped to the young girl, giving her a bit of a start. She raised her right hand apologetically and replied, [color=82ca9d]"My name is Sarra..."[/color] She paused. The young girl gave her a [i]'Uhm, ok? And?'[/i] look while she waited for Sarra to say more. Sarra continued, [color=82ca9d]"Parssian."[/color] It looked like the young girl was trying to piece something together, widening her eyes when she finally did. The girl broke out in a stutter, [color=ec008c]"I-I'm so sorry miss. P-Please, head on back that way. Mayor Rizahn will be in his office."[/color] Sarra thanked the girl and made her way down the hallway, Finding the door with the mayor's name on it. Sarra walked in without so much as a knock. The mayor looked up from the brown desk he was working on and looked Sarra up and down.

[color=f26522]"I'm disappointed, but not surprised..."[/color] He trailed off, looking back down at the papers in front of him, newsprint laid curled up at the edged of his desk. 

[color=82ca9d]"What?"[/color] Sarra said, starring down the sitting man.

[color=f26522]"I was supposed to see you last week. But, now you come the eve of your journey...like I said, disappointed."[/color] The mayor said. His voice was low and raspy but it gave him sort of a regal sound or made him sound like a beggar, one of the two.

[color=82ca9d]"What does it matter? I'm here now."[/color] Sarra said. She grabbed the back of the chair that sat in front of Mayor Rizahn's desk and spun it towards her. She threw her legs over the sides and sat facing the mayor, using the back of the chair to rest her elbows. 

[color=f26522]"Sit proper young lady!!"[/color] Rizahn snapped.[color=f26522] "You lack respect! I know you don't want to be here, you'd rather be home doing your heretical studies or training to fight for some reason. There are rumours of your pastimes and I cannot say I approve, unfortunately, I cannot stop you either. Do you think you're going to have to fight monsters in Cobix? Prideti, you're going to be in the land of god himself!! Baah, you tarnish this opportunity by learning the ways of combat, convincing yourself you're going to war."[/color] His voice sounded as if he was holding back an outburst.

Sarra interjected before Rizahn could continue his rant, [color=82ca9d]"First of all, I don't appreciate this ambush, it's quite rude. Secondly, Don't swear by the name of Prideti to me. Only Creati, the old gods or none. And lastly, even your own doctrines refer to my situation as a 'sacrifice'. I'm not exactly going to Cobix for a lovely scenic tour. The least I can do is prepare myself for what is to come. Like, come on Rizahn-"[/color] 

[color=f26522]"Mayor... Rizahn."[/color]

[color=82ca9d]"Mayor Rizahn... You know exactly what I must do, everybody knows the journey of a sacrifice. I have no choice in the matter."[/color] Sarra finished her last words a bit quieter.

Rizahn had gone back to the paper in front of him, writing down a few things followed by a signature. It was the document Sarra had come for. It was essentially just a document stating that her city of residence has recognized her as a member of the Parssian family, a family that is descendant of Creati's champion. It also stated that she was a sacrifice. As a sacrifice, she couldn't be impeded on her journey. Rizahn placed the quill in the inkwell and lifted the paper to Sarra. She grabbed hold of the document but Rizahn didn't let go. They were like that for a moment, a game of tug-of-war that threatened to rip the paper in half. Rizahn leaned in towards her as far as he could from sitting behind a desk.

[color=f26522]"We all know if you had a choice, you would abandon our god Prideti and live your days as a heretic with your powers."[/color] He hissed at her, his tone hushed.

This man was infuriating. She'd known walking in about his current disposition towards her, but he was just too much. She didn't wanna waste any more time on this pointless back and forth. She yanked the document free, thankfully she didn't rip it. [color=82ca9d]"I would abandon your god. Not mine."[/color] She said to him, before hurriedly leaving the city hall. She folded up the document during her angry power walk home and shoved it deep in her inner jacket pocket.