Sacrifice Blog Archive on November 17, 2009, 9:00

by Raven, age 13

Crouched like a cat on the temple balcony, I watched as the priest turned to the stone idol and chanted words of worship. I listened and caught some of it… “Praise be to Hien Gala, the Horse God of Nalarag—I shook my head in disgust. The Horse-God? That stone idol held no god and served no purpose than to gather dust. As if that cold stone carving could even capture the wild spirit of the horse. Fools.

The priest turned and called something to the guards by the door. I understood it as, “Bring in the sacrifice.”

I closed my eyes. I didn’t

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