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The tribe chanted as they moved upwards along the thin, dirt trail that winded along the mountain side. Perched upon the ceremonial throne atop the backs of a several men, Elijah looked down to the sharp fall of the cliff to his left, knowing that that quick demise would be far more pleasant than the one that awaited him.
He was young, and had seen only eighteen summers. Dirty blonde hair fell to his shoulders, his blue eyes were deep, his body fair and strong. He was utterly gorgeous, and that beauty was why he was now being offered as sacrifice to the horror of the mountain.
Few had ever seen this being, and those who had were never seen again, but on some nights when the nights were dark and the winds were quiet, some say they could hear human screams from the dark caves.
Eli had heard all of this folklore since he was a young child, but now the horrors of the mountain finally sunk in.
The people had a tradition. Every fifty years, on the winter solstice, the tribe would make the long traitorous journey up the mountain with the offering of one of their own. This gesture was never questioned as this being, they knew, if ever angered, would kill them all.
Eli shivered, from the cold and the fear. He had no idea what lay before him, but hoped the demon would be merciful and quick in his execution.
Hours passed and they finally arrived to the narrow ridge that led to the opening to the cave. Only one could pass at a time. Only one ever did. The thrown was lowered and he stood up, legs weak from the journey. His mind was weaker though as he looked over to his parents as they weep. He turned and faced the tribe, reciting the few lines that he had resented memorizing. They repeated the lines in chorus after him, and he bowed his head to the crowd. Suddenly his mother jumped out to embrace him, screaming and crying hysterically.
"Elijah, no!!!! Please!!! Oh God!!! Have mercy!!!"
His body became as still as stone and he pushed her gently away.
"I love you Mama, take care"
His father came over to them as the crowd became inpatient, as the ceremony had been slightly ruined by her outcry. After pulling his wife away from his son, he bowed his head to Eli.
"Thank you my son, we thank you. I love you. Be strong"
With that he turned, pulling the woman with him.
The tribe slowly started the decent, soon only the priest remained to utter the words "God be with you" before he departed.
Eli took a deep breath and willed himself to move, but he couldn't. He was utterly transfixed with fear, but he knew his duty. With that in mind, and nothing else, he crossed the narrow ledge into the cave.
He had not walked in more than ten feet before the stone door slammed behind him. He was total darkness.
He stood there in silence, eyes closed, head bowed, body relaxed. It was in those moments when he finally accepted his fate. A light flickered from the depts. The sound of movement was evident, echoing through the tunnels. Eli breathed deeply until he could feel a presence before him. He dare not move, dare not speak. He simply waited.
He could feel it circling him, like an eagle circles his prey. He had no fears left. He had emptied his heart.
When the silence was broken, he didn't even shiver, as the strong voice spoke.
"Why do you not show your fear?" it growled.
He spoke back in shallow monotone. "As I have none, beast, make it quick"
