[Slokais]

Water lapped against the docks of Viru in the Suyn Northern, fishermen walked along it placing down their goods as well as going down to the Distribution Office, the rule was that fish would be exchanged for food vouchers, the fish would then be distributed to restaurants to serve to customers and for nationwide distribution. Hawka Caipa Ñaccha stood outside the building, she had just finished her day at the Acallwasi. Sure she felt lucky she was not sent by Kay Pacha to become a Coya, a religious servant of the god Hana. She was also glad that they did not find her collection of L-Pop CDs smuggled in from abroad. She had taken to what Kay Pacha called “outsider culture”, this was a new idea among the youth of Huscar and it involved listening to foreign music and foreign books. She in fact spoke the best English in her family, then often asked her why she got so good. She would just smile at them and say “Oh, um I am doing well in my English classes at Acallwasi '' she said that in Huscar obviously.
“No foreigner words at the table,” her mother said.
“Only if you find a husband through it” her father joked.

It was only recently that marriages became independent from the Kay Pacha, until 2018 they would decide for you based on age and other factors. She was glad, with her luck she would be married to some mountain man named Vulupi. With her luck she would spend the rest of her life weaving stories with the old ladies at her temple, they had a little group where they would gossip and weave. Hawka did not want that to be her life, she had a interest in the world, yet she knew that it would be hard to leave the country, she was studying politics hoping she would be sent overseas, sure she enjoyed having things taken care of but she felt like she could do more in life if she was free to move around.

Her cellphone rang, it was an older mobile phone, but it was one of the few available as all phones had government sim cards. So older phones were common for those who wanted to stay off the network.
“It's Hawka what?”
“The temple, something is going on, some sort of ceremony,” her friend said
“Okay, I don't care what happens at the temple”
“It's a sacrifice”
“Be right there”

She ran down the docks passing fisherman as she went, she ran onto the street heading towards the temple at the center of town. She then turned towards the temple, the farms, then the highway, then the mountains beyond. The Sun Temple of Central Viru was a steeped building painted yellow, at the bottom was a gathering space, screens were placed along the bottom broadcasting what was going on on top of the small altar on the top level of the temple. It was broadcasting a young man lying upright. She knew what this was. This was a sacrifice, the real question was why? These were rare and mainly took place during periods of bad weather or around election season. Yet this was not one of those times. Was the Kay Pacha trying to send a message? The young man looked like he had already gone through all the corn beer and some sort of drug similar to coca leaf. He looked very sedated, looking like he would snap at any moment and collapse dead.
“Witness, as I end the life of the glory of Hus” the Priest said
“This young man, he disobeyed the law of Hus, he engaged in illicit activities such as consuming foreign media, interacting with others who did these activities and plotted to undermine our way of life, for that he will be sacrificed by a blow from this Puma Legion Officer.
A man in yellow body armor stood off to one side holding a baton
“Ready”
“For HUS” the priest yelled
The officer swung his baton, he did not miss.

This whole situation had Hawka more scared than she had ever been. Were they going to come for her, had the Puma Legion been watching her? Would she end up like the young man who was now being wrapped in a body blanket?