Sacrifice
Sacrifice
IT'S WHAT THEY'VE KNOWN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES.
WHEN A VILLAGE FALLS TO PIECES, HOW WILL THEY FACE GOD'S WRATH?
It was unusually quiet on the old dirt road, even for a brisk morning like today. The occasional swinging palm tree and softly blowing reed was the only movement I could see streaking off on the long path before me - that, the slowly bobbing head of my young mare beneath me, and the churning ocean in the corner of my left eye. It was probably another sacrifice drawing the crowds away from the roads, that or farmer Lezron's sheep had got out again, and he'd got half the village rounding them up. Although with his new wall, I suspected the sheep probably weren't roaming the northern hillside. I shivered, and it wasn't the breeze sweeping in over the towering coastal cliffs that caught me.
