Everything was in order.
The day had finally arrived. This would see the years of preparation come to fruition. His parents felt the excitement building. How much did he know? How much could he know? He must have heard the whispers; comments inadvertently made in his presence. This year, his thirteenth, had him asking about the strange hieroglyphic on the calendar. He had only been told that it was a very special day, a day that they would celebrate. He too was excited, but disappointed when told that none of his friends were invited.
All was in place for the great celebration. The room had been prepared, the sleeping draft made ready and the members of the sect were all on standby. The supreme offering to their deity was at hand…