Sacrifice

Alone and cold, left to die, no emotion not even the desire to cry, and no one in the world knows why!

A vail covers her face as white laces stream down her body. She is as pure as the first child of the goddess. But something about her says she is afraid, something screams in pain, but so consumed with pride this white lace angel shows nothing but her devotion to her world. Fire surrounds her as she lays still on the pyer. Chosen by the goddess at birth, this lace angel spent her sweet 16 burning for her sins before the gods and goddesses she vowed to serve. For her love was forbidden, but to her he was worth all of this.

~* Lady Blackthorne