“The end must justify the means,” the voices whispered as she traveled through the dark caves.
The voices of her ancestors, calling her home as she traveled through the winding caves toward the altar.
She had been chosen as the sacrifice to the gods that year, and she promised not to disappoint as all the others had.
“The end must justify the means,” she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.
She stepped up onto the altar just as the sky above cleared.
Lightning struck and she was reborn.
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