writing-prompt-s:

You’re chosen as a virgin sacrifice to the principle god/ess of your people. You’re cleansed and garbed and paraded through your village as ritual commands and led to the border between your realm and the realm of the gods. All you know is that past sacrifices have disappeared and never returned. You expect to be enslaved, ravaged, or worse. You don’t expect the god/ess to take your hand and draw you close, and you certainly don’t expect what happens next.