Hyperion 2 — The Sacrifice

Praeludium A

My name is Hyperion.

I’m just an ordinary tribesman in an ordinary dorf with ordinary sacrifices.

They say a journey of a thousand miles starts with the first step.

Right now, I am stepping in a bog, ankle-deep in water and mud, smelling like cow piss and burnt peat.

Before me lies an ancient germanic dorf.

Flashes of blond and red hair flit from hut to hut.

I hear screams.

Young girl screams.

The thud of flesh upon flesh and a father’s last gasps.

It is danger.

But it is my danger, and I must go to it.

I am Hyperion.

I have become a player in a game of gods and must learn the rules as I go along.