Is this it? Is this really how it ends? Without honour? Without dignity?
Is this really how it ends?
I knew the end was near, but this was not what I had expected for myself. This is all just so hard for me to comprehend. I am dying without having fulfilled my one purpose in life. Is this really how it ends for me?
It is so hot out that I have been sweating profusely. But it is not hot enough. I fear my death will be a slow, drawn out process. This was not supposed to be this way.
I have no delusions of immortality. I knew right from the start that I had been created to be sacrificed to the Giants. My other half and I knew that someday we would be chosen by a Giant. Someday, we would be devoured. I have heard that it is a quick and painless death. And it is a glorious death to fulfill one’s purpose. I am envious of my other half.
I keep sweating. There is no hope of saving me now. Already, I can see that I am lying in a pool of my own essence. Soon, there will be nothing left of me but my bone. But that is not soon enough. Until then, I am forced to lie here, completely helpless. I gave up all hope of rescue ages ago. The Giants will not return for me.
I do not think what happened to me was intentional, but that thought does not make the situation any easier for me.
When my other half and I were selected, we considered ourselves lucky to be chosen out of so many available sacrifices. Although we could not yet see the world of the Giants, we could feel as the hand of our jailer offered our bodies to our new captor. Almost instantly, we could feel our bodies being split apart. The pain of being separated from my other half was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. We cried out, but the pain was short lived. The sacrifice had officially begun. We did not have to wait long for our ceremonial garb to be stripped away, exposing our flesh to the world of the Giants. Their world was much hotter than we expected. Immediately, we began to sweat.
My other half remained in the hand of the Giant that broke us. I, however, was passed into the hand of another. A smaller Giant. A Youngling. I believed that to be a great honour at the time. I was proud that I, a humble sacrifice, would spend my last moments nourishing the young of a Giant. As the Youngling began to devour me, I felt little pain. Pride was all I could feel.
I happened to glance up, and I watched as my other half was slowly devoured by the larger Giant. Their sacrifice appeared cleaner. My essence was already smeared across the face and the hands of the Youngling. But it didn’t matter. A sacrifice is a sacrifice.
And then, I began to notice that my other half and the Giant who devoured them were moving further and further away from me. In a moment of panic, I realized that the hand of the Youngling was no longer wrapped around my spine. I was falling. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as I struggled to make sense of what was happening to me.
The shock of hitting the ground below me nearly caused me to lose consciousness. A piece of my body broke away, exposing more bone. I watched as the Youngling leaned over me with concern. Their face was contorted by sadness. In that moment, I still believed that an honourable death awaited me. Instead, the Giant gave what remained of my other half to the Youngling. The two Giants then clasped hands and walked away.
I was alone.
I had been deemed an unworthy sacrifice.
The Youngling had not meant to discard me. I am sure of it. Perhaps their smaller fingers were not able to gain a proper grip on my spine. Perhaps the fact that my essence coated their hand made me too slippery to hold. I will never know. There is only one thing I am certain of: the moment my flesh had touched the ground, I had become sullied and was no longer fit to be consumed by the Youngling. I simply had to wait to die.
Although I have been sweating since the moment I was exposed to this world, it is not happening fast enough. The pool of essence around me has grown while my body continues to wither away. But it is not happening fast enough. I pray to the Giants that the heat of this world will increase so that I may sweat faster. But my prayers do nothing but help me pass the time. I can see more of my bone, but there is still too much of my flesh left. I try to force myself to cry in the hopes that it will cause more of my essence to escape and more of my body to dissolve. But I have no tears. I do not know why, but I cannot bring myself to cry. I hope that means the end is near.
I hear a noise and do my best to try to identify the sound and its source. So much of my body has withered away that my senses no longer work properly. Luckily, I realize that the sound has come to me. A large, black insect has come over to see me. It is not nearly as large as the Giants, and it is probably smaller than I am, but it seems large enough. To die in such a way, to be reduced to feeding the scavengers of the Giant’s world, is dishonourable. But I am not sure how much more of this torture I can stand. If this insect and its brethren can end my suffering, then I will gladly provide them with sustenance.
Ah yes. I can hear more of them now. Soon, my suffering will be over.