She was told to demonstrate her understanding of the technique.

Dozens of eyes bored into her skin, her soul, her mind.

The only way she could solidify her position in the tribe was by proof.

Prove to them you are one of them, even though your hair is long and dark.

Even though your eyes are brown and your skin white.

Even as her fate was already decided by the glowing gold eyes fixed on her smooth face.

She slowly lifted the sword, readyig her arms and inner will to incapacitate the figure lying before her.

Just one blow, that’s all it would take to end of all her suffering and exclusion.

The swift movement of the sword was almost missed by all who watched.

But the rolling white head, with it’s rare brown hair and eyes, was seen by all.