Run Away

Was there ever a time when the sacrifices weren’t needed? Slowly, Nulaa glanced around her. People had ceased talking, ceased wondering. Eyes down, they walked towards their fate.  The only sound was the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet. Everything seemed still, pure.
The bundle in Nulaa’s arms moved, and a tiny pink fist appeared. Nulaa bent her head, kissing the outstretched fingers before covering them again.
She knew they would take him. It had been foretold. She could only wonder why she was taking the boy so calmly to his fate, when she should have been running away.