Page 3 of Chaos has a Name
It was a plethora of benefits, and there was no doubt that they were blessed by the offering given to the Wendigo.
The only issue was that in those days and times, it was beginning to be more difficult to make a person cease to exist.
Incredibly.
Difficult.
With technology, and the FBI office not far from the Native land, there came the worry that the ritual would come out from the dark, and the truth would ruin their good fortune.
It had taken years of sacrifice to receive the boon of blessing.
There was also one more worry.
That the whole world would know of what was to become of the chosen ones, and that would draw attention to their tribe.
The rumors would start up about how they were barbarians and savages.
That wasn’t true.
This was just their custom.
Their beliefs.
That the world would judge them was always a worry, but as of late, it was amplified beyond normal times.
Why?
There were outsiders on the reservation, and while welcomed, they were problematic. The Wendigo couldNEVERhave one of them.
It would draw too much suspicion, and risk their generations of handling this.
There was that paranoia and fear that someone would start to look into disappearances, and then, it would all be shared with the world.
And it would end all the prosperity.
It was a fear that it would end the blessings being bestowed upon them.
For the Wendigo were sacred to them, and had always called the reservation home.
Because of the Wendigo, their tribe was powerful, and prosperous. There was money coming into the reservation, and things were getting better.
For.
Every.
One.
While some would point out the potential other reasons they were flourishing, the one who chose the offering didn’t relate that to anything other than the spirits being pleased with them.
It was as simple as that.
When you heard the whistling ofThe Hollow, you knew that you were about to be the one sacrificed for the good of the whole.
The elders spoke of it in tales to the younger generations for many, many cycles of life.
Some called it stories.
Others called it truth.
