They don’t call us a pretty species. I guess beauty is in
the eye of the beholder. After the death of my family the Becktaran culture, a peaceful orcian people
living life one way at a time, appealed to me. I first encountered the
Becktaran people in a news feed while at the hospital waiting for my wife to
take her last breath. There was no doubt she would die as well as my children.
The accident did not kill my family all at once; it let them suffer before they
died. Watching my family suffer so broke me. I snapped.
Grief goes in phases and I experienced them all. Once I reached
acceptance I applied for membership in the Becktaran cult group. Only one
person gets accepted per year. To forget my loss I wanted to leave my old life
and start anew. Winning the lottery required a few changes before joining the
Becktaran cult. I would be transformed into a Becktaran woman before entering
the group.
When I received news I had won I was not surprised. I could
feel in my bones my story would give me the edge needed to win. I underwent the
transformation. You may think a Becktaran woman is less than attractive, but I
think they are hot and I am a Becktaran woman. To my surprise my pain did not
end right away after joining the group. Only after I met Tarzak and married him
did I feel like Tessa, a Becktaran warrior woman. I lost a lot that day when my
wife and children died. But happiness is possible again if you meet the right
man.
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