Page 2 of Chaos has a Name
For them, and those who searched, there would only be one sign of their existence left behind.
What was it?
Well, it was their neatly folded clothing left beside the river for time to forget.
And a reservation of people to ignore.
Because their sacrifice was everyone’s oath to take for the following year.
No one cared that they were taken.
Why?
Because it was their way.
The way ofThe Hollow.
That was the name that was chosen, and that was what hunted amongst all of them.
Again, it was done with definitive purpose.
It was to feed the Great Spirit and make sure that the remaining members of the tribe would be forever seen favorably in the Great Spirit’s eyes.
It was tradition, and something that had been done for as long as time. This one act was done from the moment the troubles began, and would continue going to keep those issues forever at bay.
It.
Was.
Necessary.
It was to protect them all from the Wendigo who haunted their land, ruining their lives with its punishing ways.
One didn’t ask why.
Instead, one turned a blind eye, thankful it wasn’t them.
It did two things.
The coming ofThe Hollowkept everyone on their best behavior, and it took out the trash—those who didn’t live as they should be.
On a reservation, that gaveThe Hollowplenty of choices in their offering to the Wendigo.
PLENTY.
The bottom line was that they would never run out.
Not.
Happening.
The ritual had always been and always would be a part of their way. For once a year, every year, that one person was offered up to the spirit as a promise of loyalty.
And in its place, they would have peace and prosperity throughout the land.
Look at what magnificent benefits had come to the tribe as of late.
They had a community center filled with ways to help the people. There was plenty of food, and now medical treatment.
