I stood upon a mountain top in the middle of an orange-pink sunset falling down on the village. Playful sunrays tickled my face all over, as if they wanted to wipe away all the tears that I cried.
There were less than fourteen hours left. After that, life as I knew it was coming to an end. I was eighteen years old, and going to turn into a wife the very next day at the break of dawn.
Our people were hungry, I understood that well. I just didn't know why it had to be me who had to pay for their food. I wasn't the leader's daughter. I've been spending my whole...