The Giant’s Boon, commonly known as “the Pact,” had been a tradition of the land for as long as anyone could remember. The elders passed the story on to the children; how every generation or so the Giant of the Hills demanded a youth be given to him to consume.
Optimist Primary’s footsteps echoed down the metal passageway. He hobbled along as fast as his aged servos could carry him while maintaining the dignity of his office. An unadorned length of pipe served as a walking staff, its end clanking with every other pace. At...