Escape of the headcutter

For years Soc'tah stood as Headcutter of Sandfury Tribe. She soon stopped counting how many times her axe had hitted a neck of another troll. Slowly she turned cold to a cold person who very rarely felt happy, laughed or even met other trolls than executioners and berserks. She was very feared and respected amongs the normal trolls of Zul'Farrak. She was also pointed to be fiancé of the same witch doctor who picked her up from her home. The witch doctor was called Zum'Rah and he had gained even higher position inside the tribe during the years. Soc'tah didn't care about him any more than years back, and it was very common inside the tribe that strong trolls choosed their wifes.

One day the berserkers dragged familiar looking troll to the temple. Soc'tah didn't pay attention to her before the sunset, when the headcutting for the troll was about to happen. Soc'tah had stopped asking questions pretty fast. She noticed it was easier for her like that.
She walked up to the temple roof again and looked down to all trolls who had arrived to see the cutting, like every other night when it happened. Executioners bringed the troll up and pushed her to the ground to Soc'tah's feet. Soc'tah rised her axe and held it above her head. She wished the troll wouldn't move. Sometimes they started to squirm or tried to escape and she had to hit several times to hit to the right spot. It was messy, but sometimes it just happened.
Just a second before she would have letted the axe drop and split the neck of the troll, Soc'tah looked to the ground. Red eyes were staring at her, her eyes. Soc'tah blinked to make the feeling go away, but her little sister kept on staring at her. Her hands were tied to her back and Soc'tah saw she had been crying. After that something happened, something moved inside her.
Without any longer thinking she let the axe drop, just to hit to the side of the altar and cutting a huge piece from it. She also heard her sister screaming, propably getting prepared to hit. The axe had landed just few inches away from her head, only cutting off some hair of hers. Soc'tah grabbed her sister up from the back of her shirt and pushed her in front of herself to the back of the altar, and down the stairs from there. Crowd on the groun gasped and noone seemed to understand first what happened. When she heard Chief yelling in behind of them, they were already running towards the city gate.

The rest of it happened like in dream. Soc'tah doesn't remember in wich point she freed hands of her sister, or wich way did they ran. She didn't know how did they get past the gurads on the main gate of Zul'Farrak, but she know she had lots of fresh blood on her armor, axe and hands. She remembers her sister crying. Soc'tah had to almost carry her out. She remembers all the sand dunes and the moon in the sky, hyenas howling. She remembers the big white crater and cave where they hid. How she soothed her sister to sleep, finally falling to sleep also herself.